The Carrie Diaries (2013–2014): Season 2, Episode 1 - Win Some, Lose Some - full transcript

Before there was sex...

Before there was the city,
there was just me,

Carrie... Carrie Bradshaw
in Castlebury, Connecticut.

What about an internship
in Manhattan?

Manhattan? Aah! No way!

Come work for me at "Interview""
you would be fantastic.

I am in love
with Sebastian Kydd.

Walt was never gonna love you
in any real way.

I don't understand.

I don't think Walt likes girls.

Are you... gay?



Maggs, don't do this.

I wanna go to the prom
with my hot geek boyfriend.

Is this for me? I wanted
it to be perfect for us.

Here's to
two loose-lipped losers

who created their own messes.

- We've been friends for a long time.
- That means something.

Maybe all it means
is that it's been a long time,

because it certainly doesn't
mean you're a good friend.

Larissa will be going to Kyoto
for part of the summer

and said I could stay
in her loft.

You living alone in New York
would be a big deal.

I wouldn't be alone.
I have Walt.

Hey, Dorrit.
Carrie's not home.

I don't know what's going on
with you two,



- but you'll work it out.
- I'm not so sure.

The Carrie Diaries 02x01
Win Some, Lose Some
Originally Aired October 25, 2013

In life,
we care about winning...

You're not gonna beat me.

I just did.

Checkmate.

♪ If I

♪ I get to know your name

you lose.

Because losing sucks...

♪ Could trace
your private number ♪

Especially if it means
losing your boyfriend

and your oldest friend.

♪ all I know is that to me

♪ you look like
you're having fun ♪

♪ open up your lovin' arms

the sting of defeat
is made a little easier

by a great place to live...

♪ You spin me right round,
baby, right round ♪

♪ like a record, baby

♪ right round, round, round

♪ you spin me right round,
baby ♪

A great summer job...

♪ Like a record, baby,
right round, round, round ♪

An awesome new look...

♪ You look like
you're lots of fun ♪

And a whole new attitude.

♪ Watch out, here I come

♪ you spin me right round,
baby, right round ♪

♪ like a record, baby,
right round, round, round ♪

Carrie?

Carrie.

Why are you waking me up
so early?

It's not early. It's noon.

Oh, crap.
I'm so late for work.

Um, it's Saturday.

So why did you wake me?

Because you promised your dad
you'd go home this weekend.

Well, I don't wanna go.

See, this is why I'm happy
that my parents are on the cape.

I don't have to go home
and answer 20 questions

until at least August.

Or bump into half the town
of Castlebury

while picking up takeout.

Or wonder if the whole town
is talking about you

behind your back.

Or laughing
about how your boyfriend

kissed your best friend.

Or snickering
that maybe you're gay.

Although Donna did seem
to squash that one

by telling everybody that
we were having mad sex again,

and Maggie was pissed.

Whatever Donna says
is gospel in that town.

True.

So has she been regaling you
with tales of summer scandals

- while you've been living here?
- Of course.

She lives for it.

Has anything interesting
been going on... with anyone?

You mean with Sebastian?

Am I that obvious?

You're that human.

I'm such a loser.

Look, he is
in lame-o Castlebury,

and you're here
with the coolest job,

going to the coolest parties.

You win.

You're the winning... est.

Okay. What are you
not telling me?

What do you mean?

You're trying way too hard
to make me feel better.

Donna may have told me

that Maggie got a job
at the country club.

Okay, here are your
virgin strawberry daiquiris.

♪ Everyone's looking at you

one for you. And one for you.

Okay.

Could you be a doll
and get me a yellow umbrella

for my drink?

- Why?
- So it matches my outfit.

- You know what? I want a pink one for mine.
- Green for me.

♪ Everybody's working

Ha. Well, well, look who it is.

The greatest abs in town.

♪ Everybody's wants
a new romance ♪

- Whatever. He's not all that.
- It's funny.

He barely comes to the club
since you started working here.

Guess he doesn't think
you're so great, either.

It has nothing to do with me.

Oh, please. You blew up
his relationship

with "The Living Doll."

So he hates you now.

♪ You better start
from the start ♪

Takes two to tango.

Not when you're leading.

You just drag the poor soul
along for the ride.

And don't forget
my umbrella. Yellow!

- Hey.
- Hey.

How's everything?
You need a drink?

All good.

Probably better if you
don't hang here too long.

We're just talking.

In front of the whole town.

Things will get back to Carrie.

Don't want her
to get the wrong idea.

And what idea would that be?

That there could ever be
something going on between us.

Oh, please. We just kissed
that one time. It was nothing.

Yeah, tell that to her.

I did. I've apologized to
Carrie, like, a hundred times.

She won't hear me out.

You guys weren't even together
when it happened.

You don't get it, do you?

She trusted us.

I lost her because of this,
because of what we did.

She was my best friend
since kindergarten,

and now that's over.

Well, it's not over for me.

♪ Come on, baby, let's go

it doesn't feel like work.

I mean, it is.
It's challenging, but it's fun.

- Have you met Andy Warhol yet?
- No.

He's like Charlie
from "Charlie's Angels"...

All powerful
but we never see him.

That does make you Sabrina?

I know you think
she isn't pretty,

but I like her.
She's the smart one.

No, I'm more like
the receptionist

you never see outside
of Bosley's office.

I'm too low on the totem pole

to even talk to him
on speakerphone.

I'm sure it's just
a matter of time.

You've taken to Manhattan
like a duck to water.

Yeah. I guess I have.

H & H Bagels
and lox from Zabar's?

I'd say you've learned
what's important.

And you've, uh, been...

Making friends?

Um, ew.

Are you trying to ask Carrie
about guys? Gross.

I'm gonna have to agree. It's
kinda creepy.

Oh, great, 'cause I really don't
wanna talk about that stuff anyway.

I mean, not that I wanna seem
disinterested.

It's cool, dad.
I know you care.

For the record, there's no one.

Oh, thank God.

I'll get it.

Just glad I don't have to
worry about Dorrit dating.

You don't know about Miller?

Who's Miller?

How could he
not have known

that Dorrit has a boyfriend?

Well, apparently,
"in love" Dorrit

is just as sullen with my dad
as she always is.

Wait. Is he fuming?
He must be fuming.

I told him to be careful
how he handles it,

because whatever
he wants her to do,

she'll do the exact opposite.

I mean, all my dad wants to do
is meet Miller.

Well, meeting parents
can be rough.

But not for you.

Nope. They've been
shockingly okay.

My G.P.A. improved,

and I added
some extracurriculars,

so they think West
is good for me.

So you've been having
a good summer?

Totally.

We've been taking
S.A.T. prep classes

and A.P. calculus
to beef up our course load.

Yeah. Sounds awesome.
Are you doing anything fun?

That is fun.

But I refuse to go
to the country club

now that that skank Maggie
is working there.

You don't have to do that
for me, Mouse.

But what she did to you
and Walt was awful.

Not gonna forgive her and not
going to the country club

and risk seeing her,

even if it means I have to miss
the 4th of July Barbecue.

Oh, but you love going to that.
You should go.

Take West with you.

I do love the fireworks

and the red, white, and blue
sparkler sheet cake.

So go. Maybe we will, but
I'm ignoring that tart.

You wanna come with us?

I think I'll pass.

There are a few people
I'm trying to avoid,

and it's not just Maggie.

You're gonna have to see
Sebastian someday, Carrie.

He hurt you. It doesn't mean
he doesn't regret it.

Well, I don't have time
for regrets, only fun.

I have to get back to the city.

Come on.

What do you think
Donna's cousin is like?

He's a bouncer, right?

Mm-hmm. I'm hoping
hot and beefy.

You make him sound
like a hot dog.

I thought you were
all into Bennett.

I am, but since I'm not 18 yet,
and I have a pulse,

I'm allowed to look
at other people.

Fair enough. Just wondering
where you guys stood.

I really like him.

And he's flirty,

but it just feels like
we're in nowhere's land

until I'm legal.

It's annoying.

You sure you wanna move
your queen there?

No. Aren't I protecting
my knight?

Yeah, but you just left
your king vulnerable.

You should have given up
your queen.

I don't get this game.

Sometimes you have to
sacrifice something valuable

in order to win.

How did you figure
all this out?

Sebastian and I used to play.

He's amazing. It was always like
he could see three moves ahead.

So he's a player.

You said it.

- I didn't mean it that way.
- It's fine.

And you're not bummed we're
going out with Donna tonight?

What? No. Um, she's been
a great friend to you,

and I wanna try someplace new.

I feel like we always go
to the same three places...

Limelight, Area,
and Danceteria.

Well, we could do worse.

The hottest clubs in town,

those magic faxes
you have in your purse.

I do enjoy having all access

to all the coolest clubs,

but it'll be fun to mix it up.

And we're going with Donna,
so there's bound to be drama.

Yoo-hoo!

I brought wine coolers!

♪ Why let it stop you

Oh. Oh, yeah,
and Sebastian.

♪ Can't stop the world

♪ can't stop the world

Your drink, madame.

I hope she's not upset
that I brought him.

What?

I don't do
public transportation,

and he drives a Porsche.
This'll be fun.

Or a total disaster.

I hope it's okay I came.

Oh, yeah, of course.
I mean, sure.

Who wouldn't wanna be
in Manhattan

over Castlebury, anyway?

I totally get it.

I came to see you.

Oh.

Since you wouldn't see me,

and then you kinda
just disappeared.

Uh, I didn't disappear.

I just have a life here
in the city this summer.

You changed your hair.

Yeah. Yeah. Well...

A lot's changed
since I last saw you.

I can see that.

Hey, can we talk?

Uh, you know, I would love to,

but I-I really gotta
get going.

Oh. You're not going out
with us?

Can't.

What do you mean? I thought
we were all going to Donna's...

I, uh, I have to go to Area.

I haven't been in ages,

and, well,
everyone from the magazine

is expecting me, so, um,
you guys do your thing,

and, um, maybe we'll
meet up later.

Sounds good. Have fun!

I love being the only girl.

Carrie, wait.
If... you change your mind,

just meet up with us, okay?

Donna's cousin's bar

is right around the corner
from the loft,

so you know where to find us.

I won't change my mind.

Do you want company?

Are you kidding?
I'm supes excited

to be heading out
on my own tonight.

Have fun.

Well, that went well.

Is she ever gonna talk to me?

She just did.

Carrie's got
a big social calendar.

Yeah, apparently.

Okay, there's no way
I'm gonna waste my night

being all boo-hooey
about yesterday's news,

so let's get our buzz on
and have fun.

Ah. Hey there.

So what are you up to tonight?

Going to Audrey's.
Probably gonna sleep there.

Great.

Sounds great.

Hey, you don't mind
if I, uh, call Audrey's mom

just to make sure
it's okay, do you?

Do whatever you want.

Hi. This is, uh,
Tom Bradshaw.

I'd like to speak with Monica,
please.

Audrey's going to get
her mother.

That's nice.

Hey, Monica,
it's Tom Bradshaw. How are ya?

Great, great. Listen,
I just wanna make sure

it was okay if Dorrit
stayed over.

Uh, she's been over there
the last few weeks quite a bit,

and I just wouldn't want you
to feel like

she'd overstayed her welcome.

Great.

Okay, well, I'm...
I'm glad you feel that way.

She'll see you soon.

So Audrey's mom
is happy to have you.

Whatever. Why do you even
care all of a sudden?

No. I...

I know that you've been...
seeing a boy.

Ugh. Why does Carrie have
to be such a blabbermouth?

She assumed that I knew,
Dorrit,

which apparently I should have.

If you're going steady
with someone,

then I should meet him.

No way. The fact that you even
said the word "steady"

means you're too big
of a geek to meet him.

Dorrit, I'm not trying
to be cool.

I'm trying to be your dad.

And it wasn't a request.

If you wanna keep seeing
this...

Miller fellow,
then I need to meet him.

Fine.

You coming?

Where?

I'm driving you to Audrey's.

I wouldn't want you
to have to walk there.

Fine.
I need to get my stuff.

I'll meet you at the car.

Hello.

- We're screwed.
- What happened?

My dad knows about you.
He wants to meet you.

Well, I wanna get to know
your family.

Trust me, you don't.

All this means is we'll
never be alone ever again.

He'll be all over us.
I have to go.

Where? I told my dad I had
a sleepover at Audrey's.

Luckily, Audrey's as good
at lying as I am,

and impersonating her mother.

But now I'm stuck
at her house all night.

And now
he's waiting in the car.

See? Already all over me.
Call when I can.

Right this way.

I love this party!

I dream about the flag cake
all year.

It's a cake shaped
like an American flag,

and it's huge.

Awesome. I can't wait.

I'm so excited you get to see
the fireworks with me.

They're legendary.

So I've heard.

Your waiter will be
with you shortly.

Hopefully Maggie
isn't working tonight.

Ahem.

Hi, Maggie.

So I'll be your server tonight.

Great.

Great.

Can I get you guys some drinks
while you look at the menus?

We know what we want.

But I haven't even
looked at the menu.

Chicken fingers.

Is that seriously
all you're gonna say to me?

With honey mustard.

Fine.

Wait.

I didn't order.

I may have lost
my group that night...

Sorry, folks.
We're at capacity.

But I hadn't lost
my new attitude.

Carrie Bradshaw.
I'm on the list.

You gonna let us know
or what?

Sorry. Not on it.

Well, I-I faxed over
my request earlier this week

from "Interview" magazine.

Do you have a business card?

I have even better...
The fax you sent me back,

confirming
that I was on the list.

Oh, it's in here somewhere.
Damn it.

Here. Yeah.

Here it is.

Uh, this is confirming
Carrie Bradshaw plus one

will be coming to Area
on Friday. See? There it is.

I see it.
Who's your plus one?

She is.

See you, guys!

What? My...

My... my purse.
My...

My purse is... gone.

My... my Carrie purse.

Did you see someone pick it up?

Someone...
My... my purse.

My purse is gone.
It's gone.

My... my Carrie purse is gone.
It just...

Someone stole my Carrie purse!

It had everything.
It had everything...

My... my... my keys, my money,
my... my charge card.

I just... I can't believe
some jerk stole my purse.

Hey, hey, did you see someone
walk by with a purse?

It has "Carrie" on it.

Your bag is long gone.

No, no.

May-maybe someone
picked it up by accident,

and... and... and they're
gonna return it.

It says "Carrie" on it,
and my mom gave it to me.

It was hers.
Your mom's name is "Carrie"?

No. No, as you well know,
that is my name. Carrie.

Carrie Bradshaw.

The name I gave you.
The name that should have been

on the list and wasn't,
so I had to show you

that stupid fax,
and now my purse is stolen!

My mom's purse. I...
I loved that purse.

Was part of who I am.

Look, it sucks
that your bag got stolen.

But I got a line
that I have to manage.

So what do you wanna do?
You wanna come in or not?

While I was now between
a rock and a hard place...

♪ touch that dial

my friends were partying
at the place for rock 'n' roll.

♪ Lovin' every minute of it

♪ lovin' every minute of it

♪ turn that dial all the way

♪ shoot me like a rocket
into space ♪

Look at that guy.
This bar is weird.

I'm pretty sure
that's Ric Ocasek from the Cars.

Well, I'm pretty sure

he's wearing more makeup
than I am.

This is like the bar
for rockers.

You are so lucky
your cousin works here.

Those two women
need hair conditioner, STAT.

Oh, no. Oh, no!

- What?
- This place is a bust.

Way to branch out.

I'm drinking a beer, aren't I?

I know what I like,
and... it's not here.

Well, we could go meet Carrie.
She's at Area,

and there are plenty of
douchey stockbroker types there.

♪ Whoa, oh, whoa, whoa

what? It's true.
They hang out there.

Not real sure
Carrie would appreciate me

crashing her party.

She made that pretty clear.

She may have... exaggerated
her plans for the night.

What do you mean?

Oldest trick in the book...

make it seem like you have
way better plans

than the person who dumped you.

I didn't dump her.

Oh, fine. Cheated on,
whatever.

If there are gonna be
hot preppies, I say we go.

♪ Lovin' every minute of it ♪
I don't know.

Carrie just wanted
to make it seem like

she... had a lot going on.

That's insane. She doesn't
have anything to prove to me.

Blah, blah, blah. So bored.

While we're here moping,

Carrie's probably having
the night of her life.

Ow. Ow, ow, ow, ow. Ow.

Ow.

I can't believe we have to have
Maggie as our waitress.

Come on. This is your
favorite night of the summer.

Forget Maggie.

You're right.

I just wish I didn't
have to see her.

Let me know if you need
anything else.

Where's our waitress?
That girl Maggie.

Oh. She asked to switch tables
or something.

I'm not really sure.

Oh. She did, did she?

Is everything okay?

Everything is great.
Thank you.

This is a good thing.

She is just rude!

You don't wanna be around her.
You just said that.

- And I'm pretty sure she sensed that.
- No.

That's not what she's doing.
She's icing me out.

Isn't that what you're
doing to her?

Yeah, but that's because
she's in the wrong. I'm not.

She's the bad friend.
I'm not.

She should be kissing my ass.

How dare she switch tables.

Can I help you?

Hi, sir. I hope
it's not too late to stop by.

I'm Dorrit's boyfriend, Miller.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

Hey.
What are you looking at?

You never seen anyone sweaty
before? Jeez.

Excuse me.

Never come back. You know,
we're all waiting in line.

Oh. Can I help you?

You seem awfully eager to get in.
Excuse me.

Yeah, that would be
an understatement.

Well, I don't like people
who cut the line.

I believe in democracy.

Look, I'm kind of in a crisis,

and I just need to get in there
and see my friends.

So do all those people
who are waiting patiently.

Look, I didn't want
to have to do this,

but if you don't let me in,

I'm gonna have to tell Sam
you were rude to me.

Oh, really? Sam who?

Sam Jones. So either
get out of my way,

or he's gonna hear all
about this. Do you understand?

Oh, I understand.
And Sam heard everything...

Because I'm Sam Jones.

And P.S.

I prefer "Samantha."

You're Sam?
I-I mean, Samantha?

I just assumed when Donna
said her cousin was a bouncer,

that Sam was a guy.

Wait. You know Donna?
And I prefer the term

"Keeper of the Cool"
to "Bouncer."

Right. Sure. Of course.
Uh, "Keeper of the Cool"

look, I'm not usually
this rude. I-I just...

I lost my purse.
Well, I didn't actually lose it.

It was stolen, and I just...
I don't have any keys or money,

so I had to walk 40 blocks
to get here,

and I just need to get inside
and see my friends

so I can get my keys
and go home.

Why didn't you say
you were a friend of Donna's?

I would've let you right in.
Family trumps democracy any day.

Thank you.
Thanks so much.

Except Donna
and your friends are gone.

What? What do you mean,
gone?

Left. Ditched this place.

Moved on to greener pastures.

You Manhattanites
are like sharks.

Always gotta keep movin'.

That's why I love this place.

I found my people.

- Do you know where they went?
- No idea.

Why don't you go inside?
Have a drink. Have some fun.

Can't. It's a long story.

Yeah. I don't do long stories...
or sob stories.

Well, in that case,
you won't wanna hear mine,

but... would you mind go in
and use the phone?

Sure. And have a drink on me
while you're at it.

Thanks.

Look at her.

All flirty and flitting around.

She's taking their order.

Please.

She doesn't have to be
all laughing and smiley.

She's a waitress,
for God sakes.

All right. I'll be right back
with that, boys.

Thanks.

Excuse me! Waitress!

Excuse me!

- Leave it alone, Mouse.
- Miss.

- Miss!
- What do you want?

I want you to admit that you did
something totally crappy

to Carrie and to Walt.

I did admit it.
I have apologized,

like, a thousand times.

You don't think I feel awful
about what I did?

I can't make her forgive me,
and I'm sorry,

but what Walt did to me sucked.

Why is it always about you?

It's never...
it's never about me.

"Poor Carrie. Poor Walt""

nobody ever cares about me
or what I'm going through.

- You do that enough for all of us.
- Do not.

- Do too!
- What is this, the third grade?

Wasn't that the year
you kissed Jamie Bamberger?

The boy I told you I liked?

Ugh. That was the fourth grade,
and he kissed me.

You wish!

You're just jealous
'cause he didn't like you.

He told everyone
that you dumped him

and that you kissed with way
too much tongue!

Oh, careful! Sparklers!

Not the cake! Not the ca...
Not the cake!

And the pool.

Is the cake okay?!

So how will we get in?

I don't think it can be done
without Carrie.

Excuse me. Thank you.

Thank you. Sorry. Thank you.

We don't need Carrie
when we have these.

We don't need those.
I got this.

Hi. We're, uh, friends
of Carrie bradshaw

from "Interview" magazine,
and she got here earlier,

and e supposed to meet her,

- but we got tied up and I think...
- Hey. You know...

You weren't kidding
when you said you got this.

Benjamin always ensures
a warm welcome.

Hey. You guys are going inside
to look for that Carrie chick?

Little? Blonde?

Carrie Bradshaw?

- Yeah. Why?
- She's not in there.

I'm sorry,
but how would you know that?

She's so tiny.
She barely makes an impression.

She did tonight.

Had her purse stolen
right out here.

Wait. Was she mugged?
Is she okay? Where'd she go?

She's fine.
She was just stupid enough

to put her purse
down on the street.

She's not stupid.
She's trusting.

Do you know where she went?

Nope. Just know she didn't have
enough money for a cab.

She probably went back
to Samantha's bar

to look for us. We should
probably get back there.

You coming?

How you doin'?

You know what?
I-I think I'll stay here.

Much more my speed.
Don't wait up! Boys?

Boys!
Let's go find Carrie.

- I'm worried.
- She's okay, Sebastian.

- She knows how to take care of herself.
- Yeah, I know that.

I just don't want her
to have to.

No, you don't understand.
It was my mother's purse. Yeah.

Ow. Would it kill you
to say "excuse me"?

No. No, I'm... I'm sorry,
officer.

I-I was talking
to someone else.

Yes, I-I understand
that you have

a lot of other cases
to handle, and...

No. I-I didn't realize there are
20 murders a week in Manhattan.

That's good to know. Um...

but if I could just describe
the purse to you again.

It's very important to me. It
had sentimental value.

What'd you do that for?

I think I was finally
getting somewhere.

Oh, Bambi. You were
getting nowhere fast.

My boss is getting pissed
you're hogging the phone.

His drug dealer can't reach him

if the line's busy.

- I'm sorry about that.
- Don't worry.

Let's get you something
to calm you down, huh?

Maybe some tea.

Oh, yeah. Tea would be lovely,
thank you.

Here you go.

That is not tea.

Sure it is.
Long Island Iced Tea.

Well, is there any
actual tea in it?

Tea-quila.

It's delish!

And you could use some delish.

No, what I could use
are some keys to my apartment.

You're not gonna stop

with this whole "I need
to go home" thing, are you?

Probably not.

Okay. If you promise
no more boo-hooing,

- I'll get you into your place.
- You can do that?

Just no more whining, okay?
Promise me.

Yes. I promise.

You expect me
to climb up the fire escape

to break into my own apartment?

You wanna break
into someone else's? I'm game.

- No.
- Okay.

Let's get to it, then.

But it's like 20 feet up
from here.

You promised no whining.

Are you crazy?

Hmm.

Suddenly I was very worried
she might be.

Just give me a little push.
You're too tiny.

Kinda using all I have here.

Oh, just a few more inches.

That's what I always hope for.
If I had some,

I'd give them to you.

Stop moving.
Ohh!

Kinda wish you would warn me you
weren't wearing any underwear.

I'm not wearing any underwear.

Yeah. I know. I can see that.
Oh! That's my face.

That's my face.

Uhh!

Samantha.

Samantha, we have company.

- Good. Maybe they can help us.
- No.

I don't think so.
Hello, officers.

Cops? Oh, jeez.

Uhh!

- Say nothing.
- What's the circus act about, ladies?

Officers, I am so glad
you are here.

I'm Carrie Bradshaw.
I called the precinct earlier,

and no one listened to me.
No one.

I'm trying to get
into my own apartment

because my purse was stolen.

Wait. Are you the chick
who keeps calling precinct 37?

Yes, yes, that's me.
Has there been any progress?

Did you find my purse?

Your purse is gone, sweetheart.

Everyone's just been
laughing about you.

Oh. Well, I don't see how
losing my dead mother's purse

is so funny, but I guess
having to crawl up a fire escape

to get into my own apartment
is just a hoot.

Oh, come on. It's not that bad.
It's just a purse.

I wish that was the case.

Look...

Bambi here has had
a pretty rough night.

Any chance you big boys
could give me

a lift up to the fire escape

so I could break her
into her apartment?

No one else should have to deal
with her tonight.

She's pretty...

Emotional.

It's true, and I could just
get worse, you know?

There might even be tears.

So what do you say?
You wanna give me a boost?

Dorrit?

Dorrit, look who's here.

Hey.

Hey.

Hope it's okay I stopped by.

Sure. I guess.
Kinda late.

Yeah. I thought you were
staying at Audrey's.

I was, until her stupid
little brother

short-sheeted the bed and glued
together all the drawers.

All hell was breaking loose,
so I figured

it was better if I leave.

What are you doing here?

He came by to see you.

Oh, really?

Yeah, and when you weren't here,
we got to talking.

About what?

Music. Me and your dad
are both big Stones fans.

And Dylan.

Rockin'.

And we're big fans
of your new look.

We both think you look so pretty
with less makeup.

- Oh, you do?
- Yeah.

We really didn't talk
about it that much.

All right.

Well, I should probably
head upstairs

and give you kids
some time alone.

Uh, but, Miller,
you have to clear out

by, uh, midnight.

- Of course.
- Okay?

Really nice meeting you,
Mr. Bradshaw.

You, too.

What the hell
is going on?

- What do you mean?
- - You knew I wasn't home.

I also knew that
if I didn't meet your dad,

he'd never let you
out of the house again,

so better to just get it
over with.

That wasn't your call.
It was mine.

You need to stop being stubborn
just to be stubborn.

Be smart about this.

It's kinda gross seeing you
all chummy with my dad.

Yeah, but... now look.

You and me all by ourselves.

I guess.

Come on.

Admit it. I was right.

Don't push it.

I gotta ask,
why are you helping me?

You must be mad at me.
I kissed Maggie.

Yeah, so did I, and that's what
got us into this whole mess.

You didn't betray Carrie.
I did.

But if I had been more honest
with Maggie

and more honest with myself,

then Maggie never
would have freaked out,

and you and Carrie
would still be together.

Yeah, I guess,
but if I didn't tell Maggie

I thought you were gay,
we wouldn't be here either.

That's another way
of looking at it.

I didn't tell her
to make her mad.

I-I was trying to make her
feel better

about why it didn't work out
with you guys.

I had no idea
she would freak out.

You don't know
Maggie that well.

I guess I don't.

How did you know?

Know what?

That I was...

Gay?

Yeah.

I think I just always
kinda knew...

or assumed.

And you were okay with it.

Yeah. Of course.
Why wouldn't I be?

Thanks.

Nothing to thank me for.

I hope you're happy.

That I'm in my golf clothes
with soaking wet hair? Thrilled.

That I got fired.

Apparently, fighting with
a member is frowned upon.

Please.

You only took this job so that
you could hit on hot guys

and drink free booze.

Okay, well, um, I didn't
hate that part of the job,

but I actually need the money.

For what?

You don't get it, Mouse,
do you?

Your parents spend
every waking minute making sure

that you meet your goals,

while mine don't even care
if I have any.

I'm sure that's not true.

There is no money
for me to go to college.

If I wanna go, I have to
pay for it myself.

I didn't know.
I'm... sorry.

It's why I took this job.

Do you want me to try
to get you your job back?

No, it's fine.
Money wasn't that good anyway.

Sure ain't gonna pay
for four years of school.

Then maybe you can get
a scholarship or something.

You've seen my grades, right?

Or financial aid.

I could help you fill out
the papers and stuff.

Maybe. You'd do that?

Of course, Maggie.

I just feel so lost.

Everybody hates me.

I don't hate you.

Thanks.

If I don't go to college,
I'm stuck here.

You're going to college.

Don't worry. I'll help you
figure this out.

Thanks.

Wow. Nice place.

Oh. Thanks.

I'm, uh...

You spoiled suburban kids
sure have it good.

What, your dad pay for this
or something?

Actually, it's not mine.
My... my friend's out of town.

I'm just crashing here.

So you're a mooch.
I could like you, Bambi.

Thank you?

Well, your friend sure has
a lot of crap.

This a chess set?
So pretentious.

She brought this back
from France.

It's beautiful.

Who needs this much stuff?

Everything I own,
I could fit into a car...

A very small car.

- And that's a good thing?
- When you own things,

you can be owned.

And those things can be stolen.

I just can't believe
my purse is gone.

We all lose things...

Purses, shoes, your house.

Stuff comes. Stuff goes.
Who cares?

Hell, I was wearing underwear
today when I got to the bar.

Now I'm not.

Yeah, our... our trip
up the fire escape

made that very clear.

I really liked that underwear.

And I really liked
my mom's purse.

I just always felt like
I had a piece of her with me.

Sounds like your mom
meant a lot to you.

Doesn't everybody's?

Not everybody's.

Hey, you know that purse...

That ain't your mother,
you know?

It's... just a purse.

I know. I know.

I just hate that Sebastian
threw me off my game.

If he hadn't have been here,

I wouldn't have put my purse
down on the street.

What kind of idiot puts
their purse on the street?

- Yeah, that is stupid.
- Yeah.

But you know what's not stupid?

Is showing him who came out
on top... that's a must.

That's what I think.

You know how you show a guy
you've won?

- By moving on.
- Yes.

- Exactly. That's exactly what I told Walt.
- So move on.

Well, if I knew how to do that,
I would've by now.

Hook up with a hottie.
Does the trick every time.

Come on. Let's go out
and find you one.

Bar's crawling with them.

Maybe it was losing my purse
or finding Samantha,

but suddenly that idea
sounded like a really good one.

You know what?

I'm in.

Atta girl.

As I looked at myself
in the mirror,

I realized
I wasn't over Sebastian.

And if I just went
and hooked up with someone

to prove something,
then I truly would be a loser...

One who had lost herself.

And I may have lost
my mother's purse

and my boyfriend,
but I still had me,

and I was still
my mother's daughter.

I'm sorry.

I can't go with you.

I'm still in love
with Sebastian,

and being with someone else
isn't gonna change that.

You're in love with the guy.
Yeah, can't help you there.

Good luck with that.

Okay, well, if it's okay,

I think I'm just
gonna crash here.

I'm pretty exhausted.

Sure. Of course.

I'm gonna head back to the bar.
You gonna be okay?

I think so.

Hey, thanks for breaking me in.

Anytime.

Where are you going?

Back the way I came.

You can just use
the front door.

I like a little adventure.

You mean
a near-death experience?

You say "potato""
I say "po-tah-to""

and, Bambi?

Yeah?

Anytime you wanna
stop by the bar,

drinks on me.

Thanks.

And if you ever need anything,

you know where I live.

When you think about winning,
it always seems so triumphant...

A big cheer goes up, fireworks,
the big victory.

But sometimes those victories
aren't an explosion at all.

Sometimes what we gain
can be small...

Like understanding what
our friends are going through.

Maggie, you're an employee.

You can't sit down
with the members.

You're gonna get in trouble
with the manager.

She's not an employee.
She's my friend.

Wonder how she got in
with no keys.

I'm just glad she's safe.

And sometimes the losses
can feel overwhelming.

Checkmate.

And often then you realize

winning and losing
isn't the point at all.

♪ Yesterday I got so old

♪ I felt like I could die

♪ yesterday I got so old

♪ it made me want to cry

♪ go on, go on

♪ just walk away

♪ go on, go on

♪ your choice is made

and sometimes making a point
can be its own triumph.

- Hey.
- Nice makeup.

Thanks. See you later.
I'm going to meet Miller.

♪ Said it was true

♪ that it couldn't be me

Maybe it's true.

It doesn't matter
if you win or lose,

as long as you play.
Stay in the game.

Hoo.

Hey, Bambi.

Samantha. Hi.

Um, you remember Walt.

Of course. Hey, handsome.

I'm gay.

Sure. Great.

What are you doing here?

And why are you coming
through the window?

Remember how you said
if I ever needed anything?

Yeah. I had to quit the
bar because the manager

turned out to be a real jerk.

He was stealing
from the waitresses.

What kind of deviant does that?

Anyway, I was sorta
crashing with him,

so kinda homeless.

Could I stay here
for a couple days?

Oh... um...

Yeah. Yeah, sure.

Yeah, of course
you can stay here.

Great. It's gonna be fun.

♪ Without you

so let me get this straight.

In the game of chess,

the king is always
the weakest piece?

Yep.
It's still important,

but it doesn't have
a lot of moves.

The queen has all the moves.

Ain't that the truth.

Maybe I could like
this game after all.

Maybe it's true in chess
and in life...

So tell me about the knight.

Sometimes you have to let
a really important piece go

to hold onto something else.

And right now
I was on the board

with someone who felt
really special.