The Carrie Diaries (2013–2014): Season 2, Episode 13 - Run to You - full transcript

Before there was sex...

Before there was the city,
there was just me,

Carrie... Carrie Bradshaw
from Castlebury, Connecticut.

You seriously didn't have
to come see me off.

I'm crazy about you.

I'm Samantha.

I'm having sex with your husband.

Feels like you haven't totally

worked out
the open marriage thing.

I like you, which means
I don't wanna share you.

You're engaged? To who?
To Harlan.



You have a job
at Interview Magazine.

But I'm going to N.Y.U.
in the fall.

Why waste four years
in order to get a job

that you've already been given?

Take the job.
You were born to write.

You always were wonderful
with words.

You are throwing away college.

And if you get fired,
what will you do then?

- Well, I don't know but...
- What do you know?

I know that I'm taking the job!

I need to
follow my dreams, too.

I'm going to California.

Thank you
for being here for me.

Of course. Always.



The Carrie Diaries 02x13
Run To You
Originally Aired on January 31, 2014

Milestones...
In ancient Greece,

stones were set up at each mile

as a way to mark the path

so that travelers could know
how far they'd run.

* I studied nuclear science *

* I love my classes *

In modern times,
we have metaphorical milestones

to show how far we've come,

to acknowledge momentous
moments in our lives.

* I'm doin' all right,
gettin' good grades *

* my future's so bright *

* I gotta wear shades *

* I gotta wear shades *

For us,
our high school graduation

definitely fits the bill.

- I can't believe we did it!
- Really?

I kinda can't believe I did it.

Pretty sure you were a given.

Oh, it's so weird to think
in just a few months,

we'll all be scattered
across the globe.

And you, my friend,
leave in a week.

I know, but just for the city.

With a job and a paycheck,

living in
your hot boyfriend's loft.

Only for a few weeks until
I find my own place to live.

- Either way, totally cool.
- Well, tell that to my dad.

- He hasn't dropped the silent treatment?
- Nope.

Who would've guessed
your dad would be

the understanding one?

I am as surprised as anyone.

Who knew he would
take the news so well

that I'm going to Pratt?

Maybe our dads switched brains.

I'm just excited
you'll be in the city with me.

Stop making me jealous.

Oh, please, you're gonna be
20 minutes away

from your macho military man.

While I'll be hours and hours
away from everyone

slaving away
at the most prestigious college

in the country
all by my lonesome.

Oy, vey.
Let the pity party begin.

Hi, Mr. London!

Hey, kids.

So, Mouse, you're needed
for pictures with the faculty.

Are you ready?

Yes, I'm ready for my moment.

West's moment as well.

As co-valedictorians,

you'll both be
in the annual picture.

Right. Of course.
I'll be right there.

Hey, what are the odds
that you guys would

get the same G.P.A.
down to the decimal point?

3%. Ugh.

Be back soon.

I'm so proud of you!
Hi!

And you
looked gorgeous up there.

Thanks!

I am one of the few people that can
pull off maroon and gold.

Oh, oh!

That's so funny, babe.
Isn't she the greatest?

- She is.
- The best.

I heard someone say
The best.

are you talking about me?

No, actually, we were
talking about me.

Whoa, look at you
and your newfound

sense of confidence. I like
this new Maggie.

Me, too.

- Did we just agree on something?
- Yeah.

But don't worry.
We won't tell anyone.

While
it was warm between some,

it was definitely cooler
among others.

Okay, so I think
we have that one.

Great.
Glad that's over.

- I mean, glad you got the photo.
- Yeah, same.

Well, congratulations, you two.

As you both know,

the valedictorian's awarded
a gift...

In your case,
co-valedictorians.

Yes, I am very excited.

We will reach out to you
when your gift arrives.

Terrific. Can't wait.

So, congratulations.

To you, too.

I heard you're going
to Princeton.

Yeah. I have a shot
to play basketball there.

That's great.

Well, it was... good
to see you.

Definitely.

Good luck at school.

You, too.

Well, that was...

Awkward.

You winning the Dr. Daniel Banes
Book Scholarship Award,

since you won't be needing
books this year.

- You're not taking this?
- No, you can have it.

Since you won't be
going to college.

Yeah, yeah. We all know
you're disappointed.

But can you just lay off today?
She just graduated.

Thank you.

Although, are you just
being nice to me

because you wanna
move into my room?

That and you looked so hideous
in that cap and gown,

I didn't want the day
to get any worse for you.

Aw, that was sweet of you.

I thought she looked great
in that cap and gown...

So much so that I'd like
to see her in another one

in four years.

It is only June.

Maybe you can still
get your spot at N.Y.U.?

Dad, she is not
going to change her mind.

I took the job
at Interview.

I know I'm on my own.

But hopefully,
you can believe in me

and the decisions I've made.

I can't.

Because I truly feel that
you are ruining your future,

and I will not condone that.

Don't worry.

He can't stay mad
at you forever.

You're his favorite.

His favorite daughter to be mad at.

Will you at least be
nice to him when I'm gone?

I'll try, but I can't promise.

I'm still me, after all.

It was time
to put away childish things...

and become a working girl.

Thank you.

You ready for the big day?

Um, I think so.

I'm trying to read up
on everything

so I have ideas to pitch
when I get in.

Ah, there's an article
in here about Larissa.

What about?

They are calling her
a modern day Medici,

a benefactor to the burgeoning
art scene in the city.

Oh, get this.

With Harlan's money
and my taste,

we're going to take
the art world by storm"

I can't believe
that I work for someone

who has articles
written about her

in the Arts and Leisure
section of the paper of record.

That can only be good for you,

having your wagon
hitched to hers.

I mean, look at us.

We're making it big
in this crazy city.

Well, my stuff's more
in California,

and I may need to think
about being there more.

Yeah, of course.
I mean, I figured as much.

Maybe I can pitch story ideas
so I have to head out there

for a few days.

And then we can take
our trips together.

Sure. Yeah.

Well, I gotta go.

I don't wanna be late
on my first day.

Have so much fun, Bradshaw.

I will do my best, Kydd.

I know. I have to tell her.

While Sebastian
was feeling guilty,

Samantha was feeling lucky.

Samantha, hey.

Elliot.
Well, what a surprise.

How are you?

You know, hanging in.

Well, good for you.
Hang in there, baby.

I'm running a bit late, so...

You gotta get in there
for a race?

How do you know I'm here
to bet on a horse?

We're in front of
the O.T.B.

And a deli
and a hair center for men.

You told me you
come up here and bet.

I love the idea
that betting relaxes you.

It did until you showed up.

Look, I've been thinking
about you a lot.

I was hoping to find you.
I don't know where you live.

Very few people do.

But...

I needed to see you.

So, I might've been hanging out
here in between my classes.

N.Y.U. is 60 blocks away.

Are you stalking me?

Maybe?

You're married.

And I told you,
I can't see you.

I know. I know.

I don't understand
what's happening to me.

I-I'm a scientist.
I know that sex

is a purely physical act.

But with you,
it's... it's more.

It's like I crave you.

I keep searching for this
biological explanation,

but there's none.

I don't know what to do.

I do.

Why don't we go inside
and bet on some horses?

Maybe it'll relax you.

Keep your head down.

And, Lyle!

Get me that cappuccino machine.
I paid for it.

Well, I borrowed it
from a photo shoot,

so it's mine.

Everything good?
What are you doing?

Need help?

What does it look like
I'm doing?

I'm clearing out my desk.

But why?

Because I've been fired.

From Interview?

No, darling, from Charivari.

Of course from Interview"

what the hell happened?

Andy's fragile ego happened.

The wigged wonder can't handle
anybody else in the limelight!

You didn't mention him
in the piece?

I just got so carried away
talking about me,

that I forgot.

Anyway, screw him.

I don't need him
or his magazine.

Well, what will you do?

I'll... plan my wedding.

Redecorate the apartment,
buy art, sell art!

I was in the arts section
of the New York Times

I can do anything.

Yes, you... you totally can.

Um, so...

What will this,
uh, mean for me?

Who will I be working for next?

Oh, darling.
You're fired, too.

When you hitch your wagon
to a star, well, you know.

You fall when they do?

I wouldn't exactly
say fall.

but, yeah. In a nutshell.

But if I-I could just
explain my... my situation,

I think you... I-I am truly sorry, Ms.
Bradshaw.

But unfortunately,
matriculating at N.Y.U.

This fall is not an option.

There are no slots.

But you accepted me.

And you turned us down.

Yes, but that was before
my circumstances had changed.

You wanted me a month ago.
Don't you want me now?

I'm a... I'm a really
hard worker.

I am truly sorry, sweetie.

But we went to
the wait-list last week.

So I missed my shot by a week?

Three days, actually.

What should I do?

Look, you... you can sit down
with the head of admissions

and plead your case.

Okay, great.

And then maybe
you'll get in for spring,

definitely for next year.

Well, what am I supposed
to do for the next seven months?

Get a job?

Well, that's what caused

this whole mess
in the first place.

Well, that was a mistake.

Oh. Is that what
a mistake sounds like?

I always confuse that
with an orgasm.

I meant that I had
the orgasm with you.

There's nothing wrong
with what we're doing.

I'm in an open marriage.

Does your wife know
you stalked me?

I prefer Hang around
where you might be."

Or that you think
about me all the time?

No.

Or that I think about you
all the time?

You do?

Look, I admit that
this is confusing,

but I don't want to let you go.

Well, too bad, buddy,
'cause I am outta here.

I don't do commitment,

especially not with someone
who's already committed.

My mom did that enough
for the both of us.

Well, Elliot...

it was nice to see you,

and I hope I never
have the pleasure again.

Wait, wait, I...
I know what you're doing.

Leaving.

You're trying to run
away from me.

I'm just trying to walk out
of your apartment.

No, it's a biological
imperative.

When the body has
an adrenaline rush,

it stimulates your desire
for fight or flight.

It's totally natural.

Well, if it's totally natural,
then bye-bye I fly.

You don't have to race
out of here.

You could stay and fight.

Or... not fight.

Honey...

It's better if I run
because when I fight,

well, it can get ugly.

What time is your bus?

At 4:00.

Mm. So we only have
three more hours together.

I miss you already.

Same.

But just think, in the fall
when I'm at C.C.S.U.,

we'll only be 20 minutes
from each other.

Can you stay in my dorm?

I'm not sure.

And I know I can't stay
in the barracks,

although that would
be interesting.

Mags, you're too much.

Look, let's not
worry about that.

We've got months
to figure that out.

Yeah. Of course.

You know what? I gotta go
hit the men's room.

You wanna grab the checks?
We can head out, take a walk

or... something.

I like the sound of something.

Hey, do you have any chapstick?

Yeah, it's in my jacket.

Hey!
How was your first day?

Guess you're
doing such a good job

they're letting you
leave early.

I didn't get to do
my job at all.

I got fired.

What?

Or more specifically,
Larissa was fired,

and then I was just
swept out with the trash.

And then I went to N.Y.U.
and found out

that fall's not an option
either.

Why didn't you call me? I did.

You didn't answer.

Oh, I must've been
walking Ollie.

So what have you been
doing for the last few hours?

Just wandering around in shock.

I thought about drinking
myself into oblivion,

but then I decided,
who wants to drink alone?

So you wanna drink?

- It's 3:00.
- So that's a no?

Uh, maybe we should talk
before we drink.

What is there to say?

Well, I've been trying
to figure out a way

to tell you something.

- Something kinda big.
- Okay.

And I haven't known how because,
well, your... your life is here.

Well, not anymore.
There's nothing for me here.

The city has officially
turned on me.

Maybe that isn't a bad thing.

Maybe it would leave you open
to other opportunities.

Like what?

Because I still think drinking
the day away is a good one.

So I've been
mulling around

with the idea of moving
to Malibu for the company.

I-I need to be there to see
if this investment

could be something.

Just for the summer.
Maybe for longer.

So you'd leave Manhattan?

I haven't wanted to because
I don't wanna leave you.

But maybe now
I wouldn't have to.

You could come with me.

To California?

For a few months.

You could take walks
on the beach.

I-I could teach you
to surf.

It would be
an amazing adventure.

Lots of material
for your writing.

And we could be doing it
together.

So what do you say?

Whoo-hoo!

We're going to Cali!

Are you using the royal We?
Because I'm pretty sure

I just said I'm going
to Malibu with Sebastian.

Wouldn't you want
a friend there?

I could keep some of Sebastian's
hot surfer boys company.

I wouldn't
want them to get lonely.

Why would you leave the city?

Because I'm a nomad.
And when the need comes,

nomads move on
to greener pastures.

Or bluer oceans.

It's really that easy for you
to just pick up and move?

Not just easy.
Essential.

Well...

I hate moves.

That's because you hold on
to too much.

It's because I hold
so many things

and so many people very dear.

Well,
that's your first mistake.

At the first sign of trouble,
you have to be ready to run.

Hey, there's nothing wrong
with running away.

It's in our D.N.A.
It's actually a safety valve.

At least that's what
Elliot says.

So you saw Elliot.

Is that why you're suddenly
talking about moving?

I might've... accidentally
slept with him.

How does that
accidentally happen?

He stalks you in actually
a cute and romantic way,

and then you fall for it,
and then you think,

Yikes, I gotta get
out of here.

so less accident
and more train wreck.

You don't have to move!
It's a big city.

Look, this might be
hard for you to see

because your life's
always been about stability.

Not anymore.

But for me, running has always
brought me to better places.

The first time I ran away
from home to get away

from my mom and one
of her deadbeat boyfriends,

I wound up in Miami

working at one
of the hottest clubs in town.

Well, maybe there's nothing
for you to escape from now.

How I feel about Elliot?

Well, how exactly
do you feel about Elliot?

Scared. Excited.

Vulnerable.

- Well, you can't run away from that.
- Sure, I can.

I don't acknowledge it,
then it'll just go away.

So if I never tell my dad
that I lost my job,

and I'm moving to Malibu,
that will go away?

See? Running and hiding
has its appeal.

Mmm, yeah, it does.

Well,
look at the little lovebirds.

Tommy, my friend, we are.

I cannot wait
to marry this woman...

So much so we're moving
the wedding up.

Oh, it's two weeks from Friday.

So mark that day
in your calendar.

Mm. It will be a day
that goes down in infamy.

So I guess you decided
against a big wedding?

Are you high
on crack cocaine?

A small wedding?
Why would we even bother?

Well, I just assumed
since it was so soon that...

It's going to be ginormous.
It's going to be over the top

and totally inappropriate.

That's my baby.

Mmm.

And since I'm not
at Interview anymore,

I can use all of my talents
and focus and energy

to make sure no one in this town
talks of anything else

for the rest of the year.

Wait, you're... not
at Interview anymore?

Oh, Tom, I feel absolutely
horrible for Carrie.

And I promise you, I will try
to help her find a job.

I mean, after I finish planning
our wedding, our honeymoon.

I hope the fact that Andy
blackballed me from publishing

doesn't hurt her.

Carrie lost her job?

She didn't tell you?

So what do you think?

What kind of napkin?

What difference does that make?

Well, if it's from Hooters,
he's definitely cheating.

If it's a cocktail napkin,
he's thinking about cheating,

and if it's
a paper dinner napkin,

well, he took her
someplace cheap.

But he's still cheating.

- The name on the napkin was Jess, right?
- Right.

Maybe it's a guy.

Even weirder.

Oh, my God.
Am I dating another gay guy

and I don't even know it?
Is that my thing?

I don't get a gay vibe
from him at all.

Pete is a great guy,
Maggie, and he loves you.

And it's not like something
in the last week

would've changed that.

Have you been acting
at all desperate and needy?

I.E., like yourself?
Guys run from that.

He did start acting
kind of strange

when I started talking

about what our lives would be
like in the fall.

Uhh. Case closed.
You scared him off.

You didn't ask him specifics
like what days you'd be together

or how'd you be together?

I may have brought it up
a couple times this week.

Oy.

I'm sorry, but those are
important questions.

Not three months out!

Yeah. I agree with Donna.
Kinda scary.

So I ran another guy off
with my desperation? Great.

I'm gonna be alone forever.

I think you should just
talk to Pete.

Maybe it's not what we think.

Maybe there's
a good explanation.

But just to be safe,
I'd wear waterproof mascara.

I'm guessing there could be
a few tears.

They say you can run...

But you can't hide.

Dad?

So I decided to go to Malibu.

Um, probably just
for a few months.

Maybe a little longer.

I'm done here, Carrie.

I don't know what to say.

Well, you could say
you support my decision.

But that would be a lie.

Well, can we at least
talk about this?

No.

You know how I feel about
the decision that got you here

and the choice that
you're making now.

But you are 18 years old,
and I can't stop you.

So when are you leaving
for California?

Um, after Larissa's wedding.

I guess we can say
our good-byes then.

It's hard
to know in this world

if you're running towards
or away from something.

The markers, the milestones
look the same either way.

So how do we know
if we're moving forward

or just moving?

And for some reason,
I was moved to come here...

to Weaver's.

Carrie.

While I was reaching out
to someone meaningful

from my past,

Maggie was hoping
she wasn't about to

reach out to someone
meaningful to Pete's present.

I thought you were going
to talk to Pete.

I am.

Right after I hear
this bitch-slut's voice.

What if it's a guy?

Well, then I can stop
freaking out

and spending
my every waking moment

figuring out how I'm gonna
tear this bitch-slut cooze

limb from limb.

Maggie...

You agreed.
Talking to Pete...

Shh, it's ringing.

Hello?

Say something.
No!

Say something. Say... no!

Hi. Is Jess there?

This is she.

It's a friend of Pete's.
Do you know him?

Pete O'Malley?

Don't be silly.
Of course I know him.

Ask how well.

How well?

I'm sorry?

How well do you know Pete?

I... well...

Did she just hang up?

So it sounds like you've
made a really good decision.

I hear great things
about Malibu.

I think so.

I'm trying to envision myself
as Joan Didion,

stepping away from the city

so I can find
the space to write.

Yeah, I'm not like that.

I need the crush of people
to inspire me.

What? Are you worried
about going?

Well, Samantha says
I'm not good at change.

But I guess who is?

Samantha?

Yeah, she can definitely
roll with the punches.

I'm not sure I can.

I think that's why
I'm so hesitant.

Is that why you came to see me?

You looking for someone
to tell you not to go?

No. I have my dad
for that.

I guess I just wanted
someone's honest opinion.

And I can't talk to
Sebastian about it.

I don't want him to think

I'm having doubts
because of him.

Because I'm... I'm not.

But you are having doubts.

Well, yeah, it's a big move.

I mean, what's gonna happen
to me? To my writing?

You're talented
wherever you are.

A zip code isn't gonna
change that.

You were a huge part of me

becoming who I am as a writer.

You challenged me.

But you also took me seriously
and helped me own my writing.

I think you give me
way too much credit.

But if it means you
think of me every now and again,

I'll take it.

Yeah.

Well, you were my first.

So you'll always hold
a special place

in this kooky brain of mine.

Good.

And if you decide to,
you know, come...

or decide not to go at all...

I'm here.

Just a phone call away.

So... how was work today?

Fine.

Anything interesting happen?

Yeah. My youngest daughter
was being nice to me.

Really?
What was that like?

It was kind of scary.

Not so fun
for me either.

Look, I promised Carrie
I would be nice to you.

Well, I wouldn't worry
about it.

It's not like Carrie's so good
at keeping her word.

Dad...

Carrie didn't promise you
anything.

She never promised you college

or staying close by.

I felt like we had a deal.

She knew what was expected
of her.

It wasn't a promise,

but...

I trusted her to do
the right thing,

and she broke that trust.

Because she isn't making
the choices you would make?

It's always been hard for me
that you and Carrie

have so much in common.

But now I realize
it's been easier on me

because you don't expect
so much from me.

Dorrit, that is not true.
I want so much for you.

Yeah, but you don't expect me

to want the same things
you want.

So why do you expect that
from Carrie?

While Dorrit was giving my dad
something to think about,

Mouse and West were being given
the gift of encyclopedias.

Whoa! These are
the really fancy kind.

Wait. I think this box only
has half the alphabet.

Mine, too. Where are
the other boxes?

They must not have accounted
for two valedictorians.

So... what do we do now?

You two are Castlebury's
best and brightest.

I'm sure you'll come up
with a compromise.

Uh, but, Mister... ugh.

What are we supposed
to do with one gift?

This place looks so...

Empty.

I was gonna say sad,

it's weird to think someone else
will be living here.

Has Larissa found anyone
to move in?

Not yet. I think
she's trying to decide

whether it's actually time to let it go.

I don't know how
she ever could.

Wait until you see the view
from the cliffs at Point Dume.

It'll make leaving here
a lot easier.

I talked to Shane today.

He said Ollie is
loving the beach.

Oh.

And most of our stuff arrived.

Our stuff"

Mmm.
I like the sound of it.

Me, too.

Mm.

You ready?

Yeah.

In that moment, I wondered
why we say good-bye

when we leave something
we love.

Because most often,

the parting feels painful
and sad.

There's nothing good about it.

We should go.

We don't wanna be late
for the wedding.

Good-bye.

Okay, this is incredible,
even for Larissa.

They shut down the terminal?

How'd she plan this
in two weeks?

This is what unlimited energy

and an unlimited budget
look like.

Well, looks pretty good.

Oh! Look! There's Bennet
and Walt.

What exactly is Bennet wearing?

- Don't ask.
- Why you're wearing that?

No. Why Walt isn't.

Okay, we won't.

I'm giving Larissa away
and marrying them.

- Oh, that's so sweet.
- - Isn't it?

Her father couldn't be here.

Apparently, being the king
of a tribe is a lot of work,

so she asked me
to stand in his place.

Well, if this is a preview of
what Larissa is going to wear,

I cannot wait. You don't have to.
Larissa needs you.

Well, I need you.

You've gotta convince her
to stop taking muscle relaxers.

So the bride's in usual form?

Pretty much.

You don't mind if I go?

Not at all.
Go save the bride from herself.

Here comes Mr. Bradshaw.

- Walt, good to see you.
- Same.

- Sebastian.
- Hi, sir.

We miss having you
around the house.

So quiet without...

You and Carrie.

Um...

But I guess that's what happens
when people grow up.

Look, Mr. Bradshaw,

I never wanted to come
between you and Carrie.

That was never my intention.

You know what? I should check
if Bennet needs help.

I know, Sebastian.

This isn't about you.
It's about Carrie.

But it's about her happiness,
and we both want that, right?

I know that you're going
out to California

to chase your dream,
but Carrie...

she's not running
towards something.

She's running away...

from her mistakes,
from potential failure,

and... I didn't raise her
to run away.

Okay, this stalking thing
is getting old, fast.

And maybe it seemed romantic
even a week ago,

but now it's the creepy kind...

The stalking kind of stalking.

I know.
I must seem insane.

Yes, you do, and normally
I like insane,

but this is too much.

I told you I didn't wanna
see you again,

and I'm not gonna run away
just because you were here.

You are gonna have to leave
even if I have to fight you.

You're too beautiful to fight.

I am beautiful,

but I'm also strong as hell,
and I will take you.

This place is my safe space.
You need to leave.

You need to go back to your wife
and never come back.

I left my wife.

For you.

For me?

I told Sally
I was in love with you...

which I am.

So what does that mean,
exactly?

I mean, are you looking to have
another open relationship?

Because... I can't believe
I'm saying this...

I don't want that.

I-I don't want that either.

Look, I don't think I was happy
in my relationship

for a long time.

That's why I pushed
for an open marriage.

I was searching
for something...

- something I found with you.
- Oh.

My beautiful shiksa princess,

when I think about love,

I think about planes,

because that is where
we first did the dirty deed.

Oh, no.

I really don't wanna hear this.

You had never joined
the mile high club before.

And I was proud

to open your eyes to sex
in a very small bathroom,

and now every time
I walk through an airport,

I think of you and how one trip

where I practically tore
my hammy...

Is how we found love.

Oh, I love you, baby.

Don't kiss yet.

Larissa, your vows.

- Oh.
- Oh.

- Harlan...
- Mm-hmm.

I love this airport.

And not just because we did it

in the first class lounge
as well,

but because people come here
running to and fro

to catch flights that will
take them on adventures

to places they've never been,

to see the world...

all things
that I wanna share with you.

But airports aren't
only about leaving.

They're also about
people coming home

to their families,
to their loved ones,

and that's what you are
to me... my family, my home.

We all need a-a place
to come home to,

and in you and this
amazing city, I have found it...

My home.

No. I don't want the x.

nothing in the world
that ever happened...

That was
interesting started with x.

well, I don't want q"

and I want the m
and the w.

- Are you two idiots still fighting?
- Excuse me, sir,

but we are the best
Castlebury has to offer.

Well, you sure
don't act like it.

Well, now I feel stupid.

Me, too.

Why are we fighting over this?

It's just a bunch of books.

Because... I'm a hideously
competitive person

who pushes the people I love
away.

- No, you don't.
- I pushed you away.

I... can't believe
you didn't run,

screaming for the hills
months before.

You weren't so bad.

Most of the time, I just thought
your intensity was sexy.

And now?

Still sexy.

Oh.

You're not coming, are you?

I want to.

But I can't.

I belong in this city.

This is my home.

And even though there's
nothing for me here...

no job, no college...

I have to stay here

and fight for my life.

And... if I go with you...

You'd just be running away
from your problems

and not embracing your life.

You need to be here.

I love you.

I'll always love you.

You're gonna be amazing,
Bradshaw.

One day, I'm gonna
see your byline

in some magazine or newspaper,

and I'm gonna know
I was lucky enough

to have loved that girl.

Oh... if we're doing
the right thing,

why does it hurt so much?

I don't know.

I don't know.

I should go.

Yeah.

I don't wanna make you late
for your flight.

Bye, Bradshaw.

Good-bye, Kydd.

That's when I realized
it isn't good-bye

because it feels wonderful.

It's good-bye because
it feels so final,

like maybe it's for good.

I am happy, Tommy boy.

Oh. I'm happy for you.

Mmm.

Ah, okay, enough already.

So she's not staying
in New York. Big deal.

Or going to college or finding
a way to make a living.

Well, at least she's not
in rehab like George.

Yeah, that's why he's not here.

Apparently the kid
can't handle his liquor

or his drugs.

Sometimes I wonder
if he's mine.

I'm sorry man.
That must be hard.

Eh. I've been
a lousy parent.

Made my life all about me,
not about him.

Well, I did the opposite,
and what did I get for it?

A great kid.

So what?

So she's a little lost.

That's part of growing up...

becoming someone interesting.

Let her know

when it gets bad...

She has you to run to.

The girl introduced me
to my gorgeous bride.

Don't let her leave thinking

she isn't the gem that she is.

You're a good man, Harlan.

Yeah, I'm softening
in my old age.

Or maybe...
It's what love does.

I'm so sorry.

Do you mind if I interrupt

and get a dance
with my daughter?

Oh, no, no, not at all.

I'm gonna go find my husband.

Oh. I love the sound of that...
husband.

I remember when
you were a little girl,

and you loved dancing.

I mean, anytime we were
at a party or a wedding,

you never wanted
me and your mom to dance...

Just you and I.

Yeah, no wonder
I have so many issues.

Oh, it was sweet.

You'd put your feet
on top of mine,

and we would waltz.

I think I remember that.

Yeah. And I just...

It's just hard to believe that

that little girl's
all grown up.

And that she's leaving.

Dad, I'm not going.

This city is where I belong.

But... but...

I don't have a lot of answers.

Well, any, really.

All I know is that
I have screwed up royally.

But I'm here

to fight for the life
that I want in this city

as a writer.

And I'm not gonna ask you
for a dime.

I will find a place to live.
I'll find freelance jobs.

I'll try my hand
at waitressing.

Whatever it takes to make it.

And you don't have to worry
about me.

I promise.

I'll always worry about you,

because you'll always
be my kid.

Sometimes to chase after
your future,

you have to stop running

and plant yourself
in one place.

Take a stand
and fight for what you want...

and know that even after
the darkest of nights,

the dawn will come.

And you will find a place
where you don't have to hide.

A place to call home.

This is nice...
Breakfast at the diner.

It's what we used to do.

Maybe those encyclopedias
aren't so bad after all.

But I really don't want them.

Me, either.
They're so big and heavy.

And it's not like
Harvard doesn't have them.

Should we donate them
to the high school?

I like that idea.

I'm really glad

this is the way
we are saying good-bye.

Me, too.

Why don't you just do
your laundry at the base?

They use too much starch.

And I like the way
your soap smells.

It reminds me of you.

It's like you're with me
even when we're not together.

You don't have to do this,
you know.

Huh?

I mean, you don't have to act
all romantic all the time.

I don't expect anything.

I mean, I do.
I expect a lot,

and I deserve it, too, but it
doesn't have to be with you.

I don't think
I'm following here.

I know about Jess.

Maggie, I can explain...

This... this is why
you were so cagey

when I asked about
your plans for the fall...

Because you were gonna
break up with me by then?

You don't understand.
Jess isn't a girl.

Uh, I talked to her.

She hung up on me
when I asked about you.

Walt was with me.

I mean, she is,
but she's not a girl to me.

She... works
at a jewelry store.

Oh, and instead of cards,

they give out napkins
with their numbers on it?

Yeah. I'm not buying.

Jess' husband,
who I bunk with,

wrote her number down
so that I could call her

to get something...
for you.

Okay, wait. If you got me
something, where is it?

Here it is.

Are you... are you...
are you proposing... to me?

I wanted to do it in
a nice restaurant or something,

but... yes, I am.

Look, I know we haven't been
together that long,

but I feel like
when you know, you know,

and I know.

I wanna spend the rest
of my life with you.

And I was trying
to change the subject

about our plans for the fall

because I was hoping,
if you said yes,

we'd be living together
in our own quarters.

- But maybe this is too soon?
- Yes.

- It is. Uh, you're not ready.
- Yes.

No, no, no, no.
I mean, I mean,

I mean, no, it's not too soon.
Yes, yes. I say yes!

I say yes, I say yes.

Hi.

Um...
I have some surprising news.

Can I see you?

Okay, Bambi.
You better start dishin'.

I'm staying,

and Larissa agreed to let me
sublet her place.

Well, this is
a hell of a lot better

than the places I'm looking at.

Well, at 550 bucks,
I can't afford it on my own.

So... I was thinking maybe
if I had a roommate?

Are you thinking me?

'Cause I know last time
we tried this,

it didn't work out so well.

Well, I think we'll be fine,

as long as you don't try
and share my underwear.

Oh, I stopped wearing underwear,
so it shouldn't be a problem.

Of course you did.

So what do you say?
You and me? Living together?

Honey, I'm in.

* Alive and kicking *

They say running
is a solitary endeavor.

* Stay until your love is *

But not for me.

Being together
as we chased our dreams

made the ups and downs
just a little bit better.

* Oh, ba-da-da-da *

* ba-ba-da-da-da *

And this was the group
I wanted to run with.

* Ba-da-da-da *

* alive and kicking *

* oh, stay until your love is *

* ba-da-da-da *