All language subtitles for The Carrie Diaries s01e08 Hush Hush.eng

Before there was sex,
before there was the city,

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

And things changing for me
in Manhattan...

- And now for the grand finale...
- No way! My purse!

Come and work for me
at "Interview."

I don't know if I can take the job.

What?
In case you've forgotten, I'm 16.

Well, Larissa has no idea.

I wanted to talk to you about
my internship at the law firm.

You know, a lot of work went
into getting you this job.

We can't mess this up.

And for my friends...

What are you doing here?

- Aren't you here with your boyfriend?
- He is sick.

Admit it. It's always more fun
when you're with me.

If you don't want people finding
out, including your boyfriend,

you will keep Carrie away
from Sebastian.

And with the guys in my life.

Nice to meet you.

I didn't know
you had a new boyfriend.

I don't think who I'm dating
is any of your business.

You're with Donna,
and I'm cool with that.

If you're so into this guy,

why were you paying
so much attention to me?

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

Oh, sure you can.

I'm not having sex with you.

I'm breaking up with you.

Welcome to "Interview."

We all have secrets.

When we're little,
they start off innocent...

A hiding place, a stash of
candy, a hush-hush crush.

But as we get older, our
secrets get bigger and better.

My dad thought I was headed to
an internship

at a windowless Manhattan law firm.

If only he knew.

Sync & corrections by Rafael UPD
www.addic7ed.com/.

"Interview" magazine...

Home to my glamorous,
new secret life.

This goes to layout,

this to the prop stylist...

Mm-hmm.

And this is my lunch order.

Looking good, boys.
What do you think?

Here at "Interview,"

everything was
out in the open... literally.

Uh...

It's "Miami vice" meets
"my little pony."

And don't say you like it
if you don't.

Always say what you really feel.

We never pretend around here.
Wastes time.

Ah, I love it.
Mnh! Give it back!

Larissa, this thing is
broken again.

Did you hit the escape button?

There's a button that'll help me
escape this hell?

Oh.
I-I hate these computers.

When are people going to admit
this is a fade

that is just going to go away?

What's wrong with it?

The thing is...

Is stuck in the thing.

Well, it looks like the floppy
disk is stuck in the drive.

What's a floppy disk?

How do you even know
all this stuff?

I knew 'cause they make me

take computer literacy sixth period.

But that was another secret
I was keeping.

You re my hero.
That was amazing.

I need you desperately.
Come with me now.

"Interview" was all-consuming.

It almost made me forget about
my boy troubles at home.

Almost.

But somehow,
no matter how busy I was,

I wasn't totally able
to forget about Sebastian.

Hey.

How come whenever I see you,
you run the other direction?

Not everyone chases after you
like a pathetic puppy dog.

That's Donna's job.

All right, is this about Bradshaw?

You did stare at her the entire
winter dance like a psychopath.

That could have something
to do with it.

Causing a scene
isn't really my thing.

I feel bad about it.

And you should.
If you're with Donna,

it shouldn't matter
what Carrie's doing.

Hey, wait. Uh...

So she's...
Happy with that guy?

Enthralled. Joyous.
Dreamboat living.

And you're perfectly happy
with Donna,

so this conversation is moot.
Pointless.

Superfluous, some might say.

Yeah, but Donna and I...

Well...

I would say w-we're...

What? Use your words.

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

You know...

- Break up?
- Um...

No one's ever
broken up with Donna Ladonna!

Yeah. I think she wants
to keep it that way.

I'm pretty sure
she's been avoiding me.

Wait. Are you breaking up with Donna
because you wanna date Carrie?

No. No, I'm just...

Not the kind of guy who dates
a girl he's not into.

Donna deserves better.

All Donna deserves it to be
fed to the Jens in a cage.

So we good?

You didn't hear it from me,
but Carrie and George?

Over.

While the mouse was

telling Sebastian
one of my secrets,

Maggie couldn't stop thinking about

the one she was keeping from Walt.

Uh, "E.T.," "Wrath of Khan""

"tender mercies." There'll be
something for everybody.

Great.
And I talked to the deejay.

He promised he would
end the lock-in

with your favorite song,
"our lips are sealed."

- Cool.
- Yeah.

Dating the guy in charge of
music & movies has its perks.

That sounds nice.

Oh, yeah.
And Molly Ringwald is coming.

That's great.

Earth to Mags.
What's going on?

What? Nothing.

Come on.
I know when something's up.

You get that look.
I don't get a look.

You do. If it's something good,
you get that dreamy smile.

But if it's something bad, you
look kind of like a dazed robot.

A pretty one,
but kind of out of it.

Did something bad happen?
I'm starting to worry.

And finally, Maggie was ready
to tell Walt the truth.

No more secrets.

Look... there's something I did
and I'm not proud of it.

- Okay.
- Two words, you guys! Big news.

- Just give us a sec, okay?
- No, it's fine. What's up?

- Sebastian's breaking up with Donna.
- What?

For Maggie, this just added
to her burdens.

With Donna on the loose,

it was only a matter of time
before her secret came out.

You're dumping me?

Yeah.

This is a first.

You all right?

Please. I'm fine.

I think we both know
this was fizzling out.

So then this is a good thing.

Of course.

Do me a little favor?

Can we not tell anyone
until after the lock-in?

This'll just be our
little secret until saturday.

Um... I have to ask. Why?

As much as I love being
the center of attention,

I only like it when
it's the fawning kind,

not the, "oh, poor Donna"" kind.

And since I'm in charge of the
lock-in, I want it to be perfect.

My moment... in a good way.

You are one honest
and ballsy chick.

I know.

And boy will you miss me.

I had a good time with you.

I'm glad we could end this
without any drama.

Me, too.

And I hope you don't mind,
but I will be telling people

that I broke up with you.

Well, have at it.

Oh, you wouldn't believe
the legs on this babe!

And her rack is insane!

They're real, too.

I got a grab
while pretending to trip.

Boy, she sounds like a real catch.

The only problem is, she won't go
out with me without a sidechick.

- Sidechick?
- Yeah, a friend who comes along

to make sure I...
You know, I behave myself.

Apparently, she thinks
I'm some sort of lecherous pig.

So she's met you?

Hup. Hey.

These ladies get dinner and a limo,

and you can, too,
if you help me out.

I am not sure

that this is how I wanna enter
the dating world.

- Who said anything about a date?
- You just did.

Forget what I said.
It's not a date.

You're just helping a friend get
laid. It's totally different.

Look, I, uh,
I hope things work out

between you and your lady friend.

I mean, clearly you two have
a promising future together. But I...

But you would rather spend
the night on the couch,

eating a giant bag
of cheese doodles,

fighting with your daughters
over the remote control?

No.

Carrie's going to
a High School thing,

and Dorrit's got a sleepover,
so I'm gonna be on my own,

on the couch, with a giant bag
of cheese doodles.

Tom, come on!

Dinner at a steak place!
I'm payin'!

I do love a good steak.

You can pretend the ladies
aren't even there.

Fine. Uh, just dinner.
Attaboy.

All right, enough of this
chitchat. I gotta get to work.

Uh, Carrie... she keeping up
with you big city lawyer types?

Yeah. I hear good things.

I mean, let's hope she makes
a better lawyer than her dad.

I'm proud of her.

You coming up to say "hi"?

I'm not really sure
what floor she's on, but...

Nah.

No, I don't want to intrude
on her work.

I'll talk to ya.
All right.

- Dinner.
- Yeah.

Steak!

Ladies!

Cheat your heel out a skosh,
darling.

Like this?

Perfection! Oh!
You are saving my life.

All I did was put on shoes.

Well, my little Cinderella,
you're the only one in the office

with feet small enough
to fit them. Brilliant.

Make it art.

And then it dawned on me...

Maybe the reason Cinderella
was so happy the shoe fit

wasn't because of the prince.

It was because of the shoes.

Who needed Sebastian
when I had these?

Fabulous work, everyone!

Carrie, your feet are spectacular.

They're divine, really.

Well, my feet thank you.

Careful. They may get
too big for these shoes

if they get any more praise.

Not like I'll ever get
to wear them again.

Of course you will.
They're yours.

No, they're...
"Bloonik" somebody's.

Manolo Blahnik, darling.

And they loaned them to us, which
means they gave them to us.

Actually, "loan" means...
Well, "loaned."

Well, it was
extremely hostile of them

to send such a small size,
so you should keep them.

Wear them to limelight on friday.

The club at the church?

It's... that's so wrong,
yet somehow so right.

It's where we go
after we close the issue,

to celebrate and to worship
at the altar of fun.

Oh, and don't tell me you've got
somewhere better to be.

Oh, friday I have the lock-in.

I couldn't believe it.

I just told her I was going to
an all-night High School party.

Hmm.
Is that a new bondage club?

Those are popping up everywhere.

- Uh, yeah.
- Ohh.

You are so clicked in.
Hiring you was genius.

Let's go there instead.

Well, um, actually, I stopped
short because, uh, it closed.

Just forgot for a minute.

Oh. Well, that's better anyway,
darling.

Limelight's where it's at.

And don't tell me
you can't make it.

If you're one of us,
you will be there.

The lock-in

and the guy who wouldn't
tell me if there was an "us,"

or limelight and Larissa,

who thought of me
as part of an "us"?

Yeah.
Of course I'll be there.

She gave you shoes
and invited you to a party?

Ugh.
I so need to get a job.

Only, the only one I could get
would involve saying,

"please pay at the next window""

well, technically,
limelight is kinda work

since the whole staff is going.

What about
the Junior-senior lock-in?

We've been talking about it
since we were freshmen.

I know, but it's the perfect cover.

I mean, what are the odds
Larissa invites me out

on the one night I actually have
a legitimate excuse

to stay out all night?

It's like the universe is
helping me keep my secret.

Your dad has no clue what's up?

He still thinks I'm getting lost
in file cabinets, not going out

in to die for shoes
and a sparkly dress.

And bitchy Barbara said
she'd cover for me indefinitely.

I should probably get
a new name for her.

I can't believe
she's helping me do this.

Bodacious Barbara?

Unh-unh. Meet her before
you name her.

You have to tell your dad about
"Interview" someday, right?

Oh.
Yeah, when I'm, like, 107.

I mean, he'd be crushed.

Plus, he wouldn't let me
set foot in limelight,

let alone my whole body.

You are gonna meet
so many hot guys.

I'd settle for an uncomplicated,
available one.

What about Sebastian?

And I repeat, I'd take available.

He said he's going to break up
with Donna.

Well, if he is, he seems
to be keeping it a secret.

I mean, we would know
if they broke up.

That's true.

Donna would somehow be making it
seem like a good thing.

She's so scary.

Yes, she is. Very.

And there were other secrets
that Maggie had

which made Sebastian
off-limits to me.

I say go to limelight.

Why do you want to get involved
with this whole Sebastian drama?

Because he likes her.
He basically admitted it.

And you like him, right?

I think you have to wait.

You never know, getting involved
with someone who's already involved.

People get hurt.

When have you ever cared
about Donna?

I care about Carrie.

Well, if you do, you'd want her
to go to the lock-in.

Ugh! None of this matters.

I'm not gonna pine after some guy
who's already dating somebody else.

Come in!

Oh. Hi, girls.

Um, I-I found this in the garage.

You know,
thought you might want it.

Oh. No one sleeps at this.

- Oh.
- But thank you.

I'll be glad to have it,
so that I'm comfortable...

At the lock-in.

Well, Dorrit has a sleepover,
so, uh, I made some plans, too.

I hope that's okay.

Yeah, of course.

Harlan and I are
going out for steaks.

Cool.

I like steak.

You know?

I like steak, too.

What time should I pick you up
in the morning?

Oh. Um... Maggie's
gonna take me home.

'Cause I drive now.

Oh.
I'm going, too.

Yep. We're all going.

Okay.

Do you think
he bought it?

You're so good, I'm starting
to think you like lying.

I don't like so much
as getting really good at it.

You know?
Practice makes perfect.

I hate that Donna has this over me.

Me, too. That's why
you have to tell Walt.

I know. I keep trying...
And chickening out.

Mm. Now I'm ruining
your shot at happiness.

Sebastian isn't into me.

Otherwise, he would've
broken up with Donna.

As someone who can speak
from experience,

telling someone something they
won't wanna hear is not easy.

Well, maybe.

He was staring at you
while you were I think George.

Maybe it's a sign?

Well, if that was his sign,

it was so small I couldn't even
read it, you know?

Get a bigger sign, buddy.

There he was,
my not-so-secret crush.

Hey. Hi.

Hey.

Um...

"Hey. Hi"?

Way to win me over
with your enthusiasm.

I mean, is it so wrong
that I want a grand gesture?

Someone to sweep me off my feet?

Now wasn't the perfect timing
for more.

That's the thing.

With me and Sebastian,
it's never the right time.

And I'm done. I'm not wasting
any more energy on this.

'Cause you know who does want
to sweep me off my feet?

Manhattan.

Manhattan invited me to a party.

Well, Larissa did,
but you know what I mean.

Now I am going to limelight.

It's true what they say...

When one door closes,
a shoebox opens.

Or in Walt's case,
a movie canister.

Those better be the movies
for the lock-in.

Most people
would actually be polite

and say, "thank you, Walt,
for doing all this work."

But yes, they are.
Arrived last night.

I think it's so cool

your dad knows someone who works
in the movie business.

One of my dad's
fraternity brothers.

Apparently, the brotherhood of
Dartmouth can get you the goods.

Hollywood
and a fraternity connection.

You're a lot cooler
than you put out, Walt.

Yeah.

I, uh, try not to lead
with my coolness.

And I have a surprise for you.

"Rocky III"?

How did you know
that was my favorite?

Two little birdies told me.

Or the Jens.

I'm surprised
that's your favorite movie.

I figured you'd like
"flashdance" or something.

Are you kidding?

Muscles and guys punching
each other? Mr. T.?

Yes, please.

Okay.

You're a really nice guy, Walt.
Really thoughtful.

Just doin' my job.

Or the job you made me do.

I hope Maggie knows
how special you are.

She does.

Donna suddenly realized

exactly how she would use
Maggie's secret to her benefit.

Because you deserve
to be with someone

who really...
Appreciates you.

Excuse me.

Oh. Oh.

We have three
quarter pounders with cheese,

two Denver omelets,
and a jumbo French toast.

It's a lock-in, Maggie, not prison.

They do let us out eventually.

I like to have comfort food around.

You never know
when you're gonna need it.

Hello, man who doesn't do
what he says he'll do.

Come on, mouse.

Why haven't you broken up
with Donna?

It's a little more complicated
than that.

Ugh, please.
That is such a load of crap.

It's just code
for "big, giant wuss."

When you see us at the lock-in,
don't say hi.

- Well, I'm not going, so...
- You too cool for it?

I just don't really wanna be there.

- Could be awkward.
- Why?

Did Donna ask you to have
a menage a trois with the Jens?

That would be four people,
so technically an orgy.

I thought you were better
than this.

I thought you were the kind of guy

who would do the right thing,
but I guess you're not.

All right, we broke up yesterday.

But don't say anything.

Donna wanted to keep it hush-hush
until after the lock-in,

and I agreed
because I don't want any drama.

Was she okay about it?

She was Donna about it.

Vengeful Donna, looking for
someone to take it out on Donna,

or too cool to care Donna?

Since when do any of us care
about Donna?

The question is,
what are you going to do now?

Eat a grilled cheese.

Don't be obtuse.
I mean with Carrie.

You do like her, right?

I know you like her.
Say it. Say it. Say it.

Yeah, I do.

I knew it! I knew it.

So what are you gonna do about it?

Thought I might see if she
wanted to see a movie sometime.

Maybe "the flamingo kid"?

Flamingos aren't gonna cut it,
not after you "hey, hi'd" her.

Mouse is right.

As much as your breakup with Donna
could have serious repercussions,

Carrie deserves to be happy.

She's kind of a big deal now, going
to big clubs in the big city.

Who knows
who she could meet tonight?

So if you like her,
it's time for a big gesture.

I mean, huge.

I was thinking a little bigger
than a phone call.

We have to be practical here.
Clock's ticking.

Uh, it's ringing.

Well, a grand gesture
can wait, I guess.

Oh, we should go.

I need to meet up with Walt
at the lock-in.

Well, at least someone will have
a romantic night.

- Not sure about that. You ready?
- Yeah.

How would you guys feel about
missing the lock-in?

I can't. I really need
this night with Walt to talk.

And I'm kind of excited about the
s'mores on the bunsen burner. Why?

Just wondering if you're up
for an adventure.

What kind of adventure?

Let's go find Bradshaw.

Are you serious?

Yeah, if Bradshaw wants a grand
gesture, I'm willing to give her one.

You're gonna chase her to New York.

That's, like,
the grandest grand gesture ever.

- I am so in.
- All right.

Do you know how to get
to limelight?

Yeah. Sure.
I've been there before.

Used to hang out in the city
on weekends

when I was up at boarding school.

Wait. How do we even get in?
It's, like, impossible, right?

And it's so far.

What if there's traffic?
We can't just start driving.

There are logistics
we need to work out first.

Logistics are for lame asses
who don't know what they want.

I know what I want.

And you want Carrie.

It's really romantic.

You comin'?

Limelight, here we come!

All right.
Whoo!

my computer fixer girl!

There you are!

Mmm!
The line was insane.

But once I said I was with
"Interview" magazine,

the ropes disappeared.

One of the perks.

I feel like I've died
and gone to heaven...

Really, really loud heaven.

What with the camera guys?

This place is always
pushing the limits.

Tonight, it's the ultimate
in voyeurism.

We get to watch each other...

Watch each other.

I hope they don't
catch me dancing.

I worry I don't have enough rhythm.

At limelight, you have to
let all that go.

Oh! That sounds delicious...

Letting go of everything.

Boy troubles?

That obvious?

Honey, it's always boy troubles.

Ugh. Amen.

What do you say we go find some new
boys to get into trouble with?

I like the way you think.

While I was ready
to unlock my inner party girl,

Donna entered the lock-in.

Listen up, girls.
I broke up with Sebastian.

I dumped him.

- Oh, my God.
- I'm gonna be sick!

What are you doing?
Calm down. I had no choice.

Why?

He's so demanding.
I don't have time for that.

There can only be one star in a
relationship, and hello, that's me.

I need a guy who gets it.

Do you have someone in mind?

I do, and he's perfect.

And you girls are gonna
help me get him.

Wally. Hold on, Walt.
Walt, we need you.

What's wrong?

The projector broke.
We need you to come fix it.

It's probably
just overheated.

I'll be there in a minute.
I'm supposed to meet Maggie.

People are about to riot.
It broke right before

Jake shows up for Molly Ringwald
at the wedding.

I mean, he's really hot, and
everyone wants to see her happy,

even though she's not that hot.

That's the best part.

All right, let's go.

I cannot believe we both worked
at Holland and Bowen.

I mean, you... you were there
ten years after me.

But we both worked for
that ass Merriweather.

Oh! The worst.

Mmm. Mmm.

You ever miss
the big, bad Manhattan law firm?

Nah. No, life's too short.

Aah!

Are you gonna get me
some more caviar?

Anything you want, baby.

Caviar.
I'm gonna freshen up.

Yeah, freshen up.

Ooh!

It's good to be the King.

I think we have a love connection.

Yeah. Yeah, between her

and anything that's priced
over a hundred bucks.

Ah.

I'm sorry.
I know that she's your friend.

My cousin, actually.

And I kinda think she's an idiot.

What about you and the letch?

Oh, we go way back.

You know, he's actually fun.

You know, when he's not being
totally creepy.

Honestly, this whole setup,
it's... it's not really my thing.

Mine either.

So why did you come?

Uh, because he kind of forced me.

You know, as company
for the sidechick.

And would that be me?

I am not good at this.

I know.

That's why I think you're so cute.

And I had very low expectations.

Me, too.

To low expectations.

ugh! 20 minutes for the loo!

I can't believe how long you have
to wait in line to do a line.

Maybe some people are
just going to the bathroom.

In a club? Um, no.

Cute guy, 11 o'clock,
and he's staring at me.

darling, he's not staring
at you. He's staring at Carrie.

What? No, there's no way.

That's not possible.

Shoo. Get over there.

What... what... what do I say?

First, hello.

Then, everything else.

Okay.

Go, go, go, go, go!
Go, go! Go, go!

ohh. I could've sworn
he played for my team.

Don't fret, darling.
At some point, they all do.

so is this when you tell me

you were actually staring
at my friend Bennet?

No. I was staring at you.
Only you.

Oh.

Can I buy you a drink?

Well, I already have one.

Oh, come on. You can always
have more than one.

yeah. Yeah, I guess I can.

All right.

It turns out
finding an available man...

Wasn't so hard.

Connecticut?
Yeah. Born and raised.

Well, you fooled me.

I mean, you sure fit in here.

- You think I could move in under the bar?
- Yeah. Why not?

You know, in Gramercy Park, they
call that a studio apartment.

Oh!

your drink.

Oh, it's so pretty.

What's it called?

A Cosmopolitan, for a Cosmopolitan.

Mmm! Oh!

I think this is going to be
my drink.

Mmm. It's so nice.

You're nice.

Hmm.

Nice? That means I'm boring.

No, you're not boring.

Then you have somebody
waiting for you at home.

No! No.

Nope, there's... there's nobody.

Good, 'cause I have plans for you.

Mm!

What kind of plans?

Dancing.

Mm.

Cute boys? Delicious drinks?

My secret night was feeling
more and more like a dream...

While mouse worried hers
was turning into a nightmare.

All right. Let's focus.

First, we have to get out
of this lane.

Because the other one's going
so much faster.

Honk! Maybe they'll
let you through.

We're in a Porsche,
not an ambulance.

I'll tell you what.

Why don't I close my eyes,
and you take the wheel?

I'm just trying to help.

Okay, what are you going to say
to Carrie?

I mean, are you gonna pull her
outside or talk to her in the club?

Wait. If you guys go off,
how am I getting home?

We really should've
thought this through.

All right, mouse, relax.
It'll be perfect.

Okay?

check paid.

Where to next?

- Somewhere where they have dom.
- Excellent.

If it's okay, we'll just hit
the powder room before we go.

Yeah, we'll get your coats.

Sit.

So?

Okay. Okay, yeah,
you were right. Glad I came.

Tonight was fun.

No. No, that's not what I mean.

How are you gonna play this?
What is your next move?

I'm... going home.

You said you had no kids tonight.

Risa is practically
eating out of your hand.

I gave her a bite
of salmon off of my fork.

She's gaga laughing
over your lame stories.

Uh, thank you?
She's kinda cute.

In a yuppie sort of way...
Killer bod, jazzercise ass.

- I didn't notice.
- I mean, she could use a boob job.

You are crazy.
Her breasts...

Gotcha. Look,
we don't have much time.

They are in the bathroom having
the same conversation we are.

This is your shot.

Let's keep the party going.

The Jens said
the projector was broken.

I told them to say that.

I don't get it.
What's going on?

I have something to tell you.
It's important.

One thing about secrets

is they're hard to let out,

even if the one you're telling
isn't yours.

It's about Maggie.

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

This is it. We're here.

The big moment.

Carrie's inside.

We're about to go in.
You're gonna get her.

- You done?
- Yes.

Then let's go get Bradshaw.

For the first time in weeks,

I wasn't worrying
about keeping my secrets.

I was having fun just being myself.

And the higher we climbed,
the more free I felt.

oh, my God.

What's wrong?

Looked like my secret
was out in a big way.

what the hell are you doing here?

Dad, it's not what it looks like.

I-I-I'm here, but...

You are coming home
with me right now, young lady.

- Okay, but I have...
- Now!

Carrie, Carrie,
is this guy giving you a hard time?

No, no, no. It's fine.

- I'm sorry. Who are you?
- Hey, Carrie. What are you doing here?

That's a good question.
I think we'd all like to know.

Who is this guy?
He's with me.

Well, tell him to lighten up
and stop acting like

he's somebody's dad.
I am her dad.

Oh, this guy's your father?

You didn't tell me you were
bringing a hot dad.

I-I didn't bring him.

And what are you doing here?
Why were you dancing like that?

I am a grown-up,
and I am allowed to dance

wherever and however I want.
You, on the other hand, cannot!

Excuse me. Don't talk to your
daughter like she's a child.

She has a life of her own,
you know.

She is a child.
She's 16.

You're 16?

I thought you were just
fresh-faced.

What? I'm sorry. Who are you?

This is unbelievable. I have
the youngest, hippest intern,

and I didn't even know it!

Ha ha! Fabulosity!

You're not upset?

Are you kidding?
I love it.

Lady, who the hell are you?!

Larissa Loughlin, Carrie's boss.

Wait a minute. I'm her boss.
I mean, technically.

Look, she's my intern
at "Interview" magazine.

No, she's an intern at my law firm.

What, you're a lawyer?

Why am I always attracted to
the buttoned-up, uptight types?

- What do you mean, she works for you?
- Ah, I knew you had the hots for me.

Is this true, Carrie?

All right, everybody.
Let's dance.

Great idea.
Stop talking, please.

Don't talk to me like that.

Everybody, just be quiet!
I can explain.

Exposed secrets
are like hand grenades.

Or not.

If you hang on to them too long,

they explode in your face.

I wasn't the only one
learning that tonight.

Hey.

I was looking for you.

Donna told you.

So it's true.

How many times were you with him?

Well, that's not what matters.

Wow, that many, huh?

I ended it.

It will... it will
never happen again, ever.

You're my girlfriend.

- That's supposed to mean something.
- I know.

I screwed up.

I was confused.
We had problems.

You're not actually
trying to blame me.

No. No. This is...
This is me.

It's all me.
It's my fault.

I never wanted to hurt you.
I feel awful...

I don't care how you feel.

How you feel means nothing to me.

Well, Donna's trying to hurt us.

She's trying to hurt me.

No. She's trying
to protect me from you

and all your lies.

I don't wanna talk...

I don't wanna talk about Donna.
I wanna talk about us.

There is no us.

That's not true.

We just have to talk about it.

We can get through this.
I know it.

Maggie!

We don't exist anymore.

Ever.

While one couple was ending...

Another one was giving up hope.

I've looked everywhere.
I know. Me, too.

Where the hell could she be?

Oh. Whoa. What...

mouse.
There's crazy people.

Should we just go?

dad, slow down.

No.

Please?
But my feet really hurt.

Well, you should've thought of that

before you put those shoes on.
You created your own pain.

Yeah, and now I'm in a world of it.

Get movin'.

Suddenly, my perfect shoes

no longer felt like
the perfect fit.

Open up! Come on!

Let me outta here!
Let me out!

I hate...
I hate this lock-in!

What?!

You never seen someone
lose it before?!

You should get ready.
It's gonna be gnarly!

Which one of you has the key?

Huh? Come on!

I gotta get outta here.
I gotta get outta here.

I can't...
I gotta get outta here.

There's nothing for me here.

Nothing.

Meanwhile, mouse and Sebastian
were dealing

with their own disappointments.

I can't believe it.

Our grand gesture ruined,
destroyed, decimated.

We didn't find her, mouse.
That's all.

Should never have suggested
chasing her here.

You didn't. I did.

I know, but I was going on
and on about the grand gesture,

and now look at us.

We came all the way
to Manhattan, and for what?

It wasn't for what.
It was for Carrie.

And maybe I didn't get
to surprise her at limelight,

but I don't regret it.

Tomorrow she'll know
I made the grand gesture.

There isn't anything that can
make me sorry we tried.

Uh, what if I told you
your car was being towed?

Okay, maybe that.

- Wait!
- Stop!

Hey.

Hi.

You okay?

I'm sorry...

That I was the one to tell you
that it happened at all.

Relationships are hard.

How would you know?
You always get what you want.

Sebastian dumped me.

I know. Hard to believe,
but he did.

And you know what?
It actually hurts.

I didn't know
that could happen to me.

Someone breaking up with you?

Feeling pain.

What's wrong with me?

There's nothing wrong with you.

Then why won't
this awful feeling go away?

I don't know.

I wonder if it ever will.

There's nothing wrong
with you either.

While Walt was moving on
from his first love,

it looked like
I was going to be forced

to move on from mine...
Manhattan.

Get in.

Can't... can't we just talk
about this like adults?

No, because you're not an adult.
You're a kid.

I know that.
Do you?

Because it didn't seem like
you knew that tonight.

What the hell were you doing there?

At limelight?

I could ask you the same.
No, you can't,

because I am an adult
who makes my own decisions...

Where I go, what I do.

But you are a kid
who answers to me.

Did you really think you could
keep some secret life from me?

I mean, what were you thinking?

I was thinking...

Dad, I-I don't know
what I was thinking.

That's your problem, Carrie.
You don't think.

What happened to my daughter?

The girl who understood responsibility and...
and consequences,

who looked before she jumped.
What happened to that girl?

I don't know.

I-I didn't mean to... Everything
just got out of hand,

and... and then there I was,
with this whole other life,

here in... in Manhattan, and...

Well, say good-bye
to that life and New York,

because you won't be
seeing it again...

Ever.

Putting my shoes away was hard,

but I knew they were
in a safe place

until I could wear them again.

Oh, my God, Carrie, I'm so sorry.

Mm. To be honest, I'm just trying
to block out the whole night,

especially the part when I had
to kiss Manhattan good-bye.

But what about the Sebastian part?

That part I liked.

He looked for you for hours.
It was like a fairy tale.

So romantic and
dramatic and grand.

It was a grand gesture.

It would have been better
if we actually found you, but...

Well, that's me, Carrie Bradshaw,
master of disappointment.

So... think you'll go out
with Sebastian?

I hope so, but I think there's
another guy I need to talk to first.

I know you're not talking to me.

And I know you will never
let me go to Manhattan again

until I'm an adult.

Maybe not even then.

And I know what I did was wrong.

I lied and kept
secrets, and I'm sorry.

But last night was more
than just a party.

Yeah.

It was disobeying.

It was... Taking advantage
of my trust in you.

I got you that internship
at the law firm

because I believed
you could handle it.

And I can.

I'm doing... I was doing
a great job at "Interview."

They value me.

They don't know you, Carrie.
They think you're an adult.

They didn't value me
for those things.

By those things, do you mean
honesty? Integrity?

I took a different job,
and, yes, I lied,

but I did that because I didn't
think you'd understand or say yes.

And that's why I had
to keep it a secret.

You're blaming me for your lies?

I'm not the one to blame
for this, Carrie.

You created this mess.
I know.

And I wish I had a solution
to fix this.

But if I hadn't kept it a secret,

I would never have been
able to experience "Interview,"

and I couldn't bear that.
I mean, I loved it

and everything that came with it.

Yeah, yeah, I get it. You loved
going to the clubs and the parties.

No, it wasn't that.

I could express myself.

It made me think maybe
I could be a writer.

You're 16.

You don't know what you want.

But I think I do.

And you can stop me
from being at "Interview"

and seeing Larissa
and being in Manhattan,

and I can't change any of that.

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

and wanting a life that's mine.

Often what we want,

what we desire is something
we keep deep inside of us...

Something so dear and so special,

it feels too scary
to let it out into the open.

It's our own little secret,
and therefore, safe from harm.

But maybe we have to let
those secrets out

in order to actually really live.

Donna told Walt.

The fallout from those secrets
being revealed is often hard...

- Blow dryer?
- Yep.

- My mousse?
- Got it.

My nightie?

I-I don't have it.

Where's my nightie?

Hold on.

Or sometimes surprising
and maybe even inevitable.

So... that was... weird last night.

Yeah.

Can I let you in on a secret?

I've always had
a little crush on you.

Really?

so now what?

Now you're my boyfriend.

Walt had his own secrets
that made saying "yes"

easier than he thought.

Okay, then.

I wasn't given a choice,

but I think I was relieved
that all my secrets were out.

And even though I was scared,
I was also relieved

not to have to hide
my feelings anymore.

Hey.

Hi.

Hey. Hi.

It wasn't much, but it was a start.

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