(light music playing)
Whose turn is it to get up and close those shades?
I did it yesterday.
I did it the day before that.
And I did it the day before that
and the day before that.
-I knew Monday and Tuesday would come back to haunt me. -(Carrie laughs)
I don't mind the sun, except... I'm a vampire.
-(Aidan growls) -(Carrie chuckles, gasps)
-(Aidan gobbles) -(Carrie laughs)
You one of those, um, Virginia vampires?
-Norfolk's finest. -(Carrie chuckles)
We only have till 11:00 to order breakfast.
Who's hungry?
-Order up. -Hmm.
I guess I'll have... the $26 omelet again.
Yeah, me too.
Otherwise, we gotta get dressed and leave this room.
(chuckles) It's worth it.
-(ringback tone) -(laughing) You flexing?
-Nope. -Carrie: Yeah.
Attendant (over phone): This is room service.
Hi, I'd like to order break--
Attendant: Can you hold?
Yes, I can hold.
Hope the chickens on my farm don't get wind
of these NYC egg prices.
-You have chickens? -Yeah.
One of 'em's got this real nutty thing for my youngest, Wyatt.
-Mm-hmm. -Comes in the house every morning,
up the stairs into his bed,
lays an egg. So damn cute.
Is it cute or a home invasion?
(music playing through phone)
How's a chicken get inside?
-Leave the door open. -So, this country house of yours has doors.
-Mm-hmm. -Does it also have hot water?
-Oh, yeah. -Attendant: Room service.
-Hi, I-- -Attendant: Can you hold another moment?
Yes, I can still hold.
-It's a real beauty. -Yeah.
Yeah, 1816.
Just a big, classic, red brick farmhouse.
That sounds amazing.
Four nonstops a day right out of JFK. (whistles)
-Done. -Hm?
Gotta see that chicken.
I'd like you to meet my boys.
I would like that, too.
♪ ♪
Hm.
But how does the chicken get up all the stairs?
Oh, I have no idea.
-An escalator? -But chickens can fly, can't they?
I don't know, but they are delicious.
-(group laughs) -We were thinking that when Aidan's here again,
week after next, I might go back down with him.
-You're gonna go to Virginia? -Mm-hmm.
-Wow. -Yeah, well, I wanna meet his boys,
and... you know, debunk the whole chicken/egg/bed thing.
-He has kids? -Uh-huh, three.
They're, um, 14, 17, 20.
His ex lives closer to Norfolk for work.
She's a textile designer.
And, um, his weeks, he has the boys at the farm.
Whose bed did you think the chicken was laying the eggs in?
Truthfully, I checked out at "farmhouse."
Okay, well, check back in
'cause it's gorgeous.
Probably.
-Probably? -Well, I mean, you know, he said it was.
I can't, like, ask him for proof.
Even though I'm still traumatized
from that country shack he had upstate.
Traumatized. That's good.
-That means you're still you in there somewhere. -Hm.
Anyway, I went back home after he left,
and I googled "vintage red brick farmhouse Norfolk,"
ya know, just to see.
And there's, like, a bunch of really cute ones,
and one that looks exactly like the house
in the movie "Howards End."
(gasps) I love that movie!
Okay, I'm back in. Let me see it.
So, it got me thinking. How far was "Howards End" from London?
Did a little research. An hour and a half on the old-timey train.
The flight from New York to Norfolk, an hour and a half.
If Emma Thompson can commute for Anthony Hopkins,
I can commute for Aidan.
Except Emma Thompson didn't do it for a man,
she did it for the house.
Well, she would have if it were Aidan.
Amazing.
You are actually thinking of going down there
and spending time there with him and the kids!
Yeah, I am. You know, every now and then
when he's not up here with me.
When he's not up here with you.
I like the sound of that!
Oh, my gosh. Phew. I mean, I'm just--
I've gotta catch up with things.
It's, it's just moving so fast.
Well, it's not an old-timey train, that's for sure,
but if it feels right, and it does...
then why slow it down? Why?
-I mean, for what? -For nothing!
Oh, and also, um, when he's back in town next,
that, um, we would love to take the three of you to dinner.
It's been over a month, and I have been waiting for that invite.
-Oh, I'm there, too. Great. -Carrie: Hm. Mm-hmm.
Send me some dates.
-Okay. -Seema: And, Carrie--
-Mm-hmm. -You know why that house
seems like the one in "Howards End"?
-Mm-mm. -Because it's in Norfolk, England.
-You clicked on the UK, bitch. -(all laughing)
Carrie: Hey, you excited about tomorrow?
Miranda: I better be.
After I begged the Human Rights Watch people
to "Please, please, please let me intern!"
Carrie: Aw, I think the resume helped.
Miranda: Eh, it was mostly the begging.
At one point, I told them that turning down
the internship last year
was the single biggest mistake I ever made.
-Really? Was it, uh-- -Mm-hmm.
W-was it bigger than the, um, two-week
silent meditation retreat you were kicked out of?
(scoffs) Of course not.
-That was the longest 48 hours of my life. -(Carrie laughs)
So, I'll be bottom man on the totem pole,
but I'm, I'm just happy I'll, I'll be someplace
helping to do some good in the world.
I mean, it is why I left the law firm.
I probably shouldn't say "totem pole," or "man," or "bottom"!
(chuckles) Wow. Law firm.
Seems like a hundred years ago.
-It does, doesn't it? -Mm-hmm.
Speaking of the past, can we talk about Aidan?
More than I did at lunch?
Wow. I don't know if that's possible.
Should you maybe take a beat here?
You're moving so fast,
you didn't even know you googled "England."
Aidan and I aren't in the past.
I'm... very much in the present.
In fact... these last couple weeks
I've been having orgasms like I have never had
in my entire life with anyone, including Aidan.
Oh, okay. That's interesting.
I think maybe I was always
holding a piece of myself back because of Big.
Like I couldn't or I wouldn't...
allow myself to fully go there,
just... feel... this connection.
-Uh-huh. -You know? And I'm just wondering,
was it always there and I just didn't
want to accept it, and...
Miranda, I-- (sighs)
-I can't. -What is it?
I've been asking myself...
was Big a big mistake?
(solemn music playing)
I still don't know what to say.
Charlotte: So, I've gathered you all here
because your father and I have talked.
Rock... Rock, please stop texting.
Thank you.
And I have decided that I'm going to take
a full-time job at an art gallery.
-That's awesome, Mom. -Ooh-hoo!
O-Okay, well, I appreciate your enthusiasm,
but I'm not sure that you understand what this means.
-We know what it means. -You'll never be around.
-We're cool with it. -Totally fine. Thrilled!
Okay, that's, that's nice, I guess.
But, you know, this is not gonna be like
when I was a docent at the Frick,
or when I volunteered at school.
In fact, I'm not even going to be here when you get home from school.
And sometimes, I'm even going to miss dinner.
-Do you understand? -Mom, we get it 100%.
You're okay. Go do your own thing. Fly. Be free.
Harry... you are gonna need to pick up the slack.
-You understand? -I told ya I would.
Well, I need some witnesses.
Is that all? I have homework.
I guess.
(sighs) Are you gonna miss me, Richard Burton?
(Richard Burton whines)
-(phone ringing) -(indistinct office chatter)
Oh, hi. Is this your desk?
-Yeah, but you're good. No worries. -Sorry.
Uh, are you waiting to see Raina?
Uh, no, I, I, I just saw her.
She told me to wait here.
I'm a new intern, starting today.
-Oh. -I'm Miranda.
-Hi, I'm Serena. -I'm Sloane.
Raina's our favorite supervisor.
Super smart and chill.
But don't be surprised if the first 10 things
-she asks you to do are pure grunt work. -(chuckles) Okay.
We've already read, like, 584 citations. No exaggeration.
-Wow. -Yeah, but sometimes, they'll ask interns
to do research, or writing, or
even sit in on a meeting and take notes.
Not like that has, like, ever happened to us.
Well, I spent 30 years in corporate law,
so I'm happy to pay my dues.
Hey, do you want the rest of this cookie?
It's garlic chocolate chip.
It sounds awful, but it's really, really good.
-It's our favorite from downstairs. -Really?
Oh, no, I couldn't.
Seriously, you'd be doing me a huge favor.
(chuckles) Okay.
Thanks.
-Serena: Hi, Raina. -Sloane: Good morning.
Hello. I see you've met Miranda.
-Oh, she's great. -Yes.
The U.S. Mission just called,
they want a meeting in an hour.
-Really? -Okay, that's fine.
-Uh, Miranda, why don't you come take notes? -Me?
-Oh, I-I just got here. -Yeah. Be ready in 10.
And if you two can jump on these citations.
-Of course. -Will do.
(mouthful) It, it is good.
Yeah, no, the doctor just got in,
so you can go ahead and come on by.
-Caller (over phone): Okay, thanks. -All right.
See ya soon. Bye.
-(gasps) No fuckin' way! -Way!
-Oh. Sorry I said "fuck" in front of your turtle, man. -(chuckles) Okay.
-Yeah, ooh. -Well... surprise!
-(Che chuckles) -Stopped by to take ya to lunch.
Aw, that's so sweet. But I'm, I'm-- I work through lunch.
It, it pays time-and-a-half.
Well... surprise. I stopped by to not take you to lunch.
-(laughs) Sorry, but I really need the money. -It's okay.
-Of course. -Yeah. Oh, Judy, Judy!
This is my friend Carrie.
-Hi. -Friend? Hm.
That's a relief. I thought they were out here sharing
their financial sob story with strangers.
-Oh. -Nope, just you and Carrie.
-Uh, nice to meet you. -Nice to meet you.
So, um, I can-- We can talk now?
I'm not interrupting a turtle emergency?
Che: Oh, no. Dude's just waiting for his dog
who's in the back with a cyst.
And the... turtle is here for...?
Said the turtle was worried...
-(whispers) about the dog. -Okay.
All right. So, I'll tell you
the real reason I was gonna take you to lunch.
-Ulterior motive. I love the intrigue. -(Carrie chuckles)
-(Che mutters indistinctly) -Oh, am I supposed to pretend
-like I don't hear her from two feet away? -Uh-huh.
-(Che and Carrie laughing) -Carrie: All right.
You know how you're always complaining about
how much you hate your Airbnb renters?
-Eh, I'm not always complaining. -Please. You text me after hours
saying, "Oh, now they've left their smelly pine Air Wicks
-all over the place." -Well, they did. And it's not cool.
All right, so, then how about, uh, this?
How about you get rid of Lord and Lady Air Wick and you rent to me?
Come again?
Well, Aidan and I are spending a fortune on hotels,
so... we would like to rent your place,
and... bonus track, when he's in town,
-you could stay at my apartment. -(Che gasps)
Ooh. Wait, why don't you just stay at your apartment?
It's a, (sighs) it's, it-it's a long story.
So, is that a yes?
(deep breath) I'd feel weird charging ya rent.
To be clear, when we don't need your apartment,
you move back in and outta grandma's bedroom.
-Okay, then that's a, that's a hell yes. -Yes!
No, Giuseppe's not available to make a delivery to you today.
Because he was at your apartment yesterday and the day before that,
and there are other people in Manhattan who need Hotfella deliveries.
Lorraine! I've never said this to anyone before,
but you're eating too much bread. Have a protein!
(under breath) Ridiculous.
Don't punch the dough.
-Excuse me? -It's not good for bread.
My nonna used to say,
"Giuseppe, when you eat my food, you are eating my love."
Oh, cute. My nonna used to say,
"Anthony, take off my high heels before your father gets home."
(chuckles) I will show you.
(light classical music plays)
Love the bread. Love the bread.
-Like this, yeah. Feel the difference? -Uh-huh.
(unsteady breathing) Y-Yeah, so... boy, (chuckles)
that Lorraine can't get enough of you.
She's like a Giuseppe junkie.
And I tell her every time I'm there, "Lorraine, I'm gay."
You shouldn't have to lie to her.
I'm not lying.
You're gay?
I'm gay.
Then, you're fired.
-Excuse me? -I'm not satisfied with your work.
-What did I do? -You know what ya did.
No, I don't. I feel like you're firing me because I'm gay.
Your word against mine.
You arrived a minute late yesterday,
and you were two minutes early today.
I run a business. That kind of erotic-- erratic job performance,
I-- j-just doesn't work for me.
-Anthony, I'm very confused. -You're a poet.
You said you'd only stay a month.
You've overstayed your welcome.
But I like it here. You're so funny.
I'm not funny, I'm firing! Go!
I'm doin' this for your own good.
Go wear burgundy and do other poet-type things.
-Fine... I'll leave. -Good.
♪ ♪
Maybe... I'll talk to a lawyer.
You're not fired. You're on probation.
Probation, pending firing.
Mm... see you tomorrow.
E ragazza, prendi una pillola fredda.
What the fuck does that mean?
It means, "Girl, take a chill pill."
("Day Glow" by K. Roosevelt playing)
-Thank you so much for coming. -Yeah.
This won't take long. I know exactly what I want.
It's basically the modern-day version
of what I used to wear at the gallery
-a million years ago. -(both laughing)
Well, you know, I don't think you have to work so hard.
Mark's already called me twice
to thank me for introducing you.
Oh, that's so nice.
But, you know, it's a new chapter,
I just wanna feel good.
Let me know if I can be of any help.
-Thank you. -(Charlotte gasps)
-Oh, this is exactly what I had in mind! -(gasps) Love!
It's my size!
-(whispers) Try it on. -Okay! (hums)
(Charlotte sighs)
(gasps) Oh, I like it.
-Really? -Yes!
It's what my Aunt Reneé would call "smart."
I like it everywhere but here.
And, and, look, the belt keeps riding up.
Lose the belt if it bothers you.
But the belt, it's-it's kind of the whole thing.
I mean, it completes the look. Don't you think?
(whispers) Did you see that look she just gave me?
-What was that? -(whispers) She clearly has issues.
Do not take it personally.
-I really like it. I just wish-- -Okay, I think
-I solved the problem. -Lisa: Oh.
These are all more generously cut, not as snug-fitting,
so it won't accentuate the areas that you're not comfortable with.
I am comfortable with this one.
I will take it, I know what I need to do,
and you can take those muumuus back.
(scoffs)
(door closes)
-What was that look? -I, I--
I was just trying to help. What'd I do wrong?
Nothing. It's just, uh... you're 25.
That's your crime.
You'll understand one day, I promise.
(light, cheery music playing)
(sighs)
(deep breath)
Aidan: I never lived 18 floors up before.
-Are your ears poppin'? -(Carrie chuckles)
Oh, listen, um, Che mentioned that the building's not
super keen on the whole Airbnb situation,
so if anyone asks, the story is... we're their cousin.
-Kissin' cousins. -(Carrie chuckles)
(elevator dings)
(grunting)
So, this Che, how do you know her?
Oh, we did a podcast together.
And it's "they." Their pronouns are they/them.
Oh, okay.
Carrie: Hi.
Hello. We are they/them's cousin.
That's their pronoun. Brad, this is Janet.
And-- Where you goin'? Che's cousin.
Cousins, I should say. The two of us.
You are the worst eff'in' spy ever.
-Well, I panicked. -(laughs) Yes, you did, Brad.
I don't even know where those goddamn names came from.
"Rocky Horror Picture Show."
-You're right! "Dammit, Janet!" -(Carrie laughs)
Wow. All right, let's get into these salads
-'cause spying's hard. -Yeah, let's get into them.
-Kicked up quite an appetite. -(Carrie laughs)
Uh, where's the salad tongs?
-You see salad tongs? -Oh, I don't know. Just use spoons.
-Spoons? -Mm-hmm.
You can't have a proper kitchen
without salad tongs and a pepper mill.
Where, where, where is the pepper mill?
Where's everything?
Carrie: I think we can survive without
salad tongs and a pepper mill.
Mm-mm.
But not hangers.
Che has, like, five hangers in there.
(whispers) They're all wire.
-Carrie: Mm-mm. -Hey, found a pepper mill,
-then I realized we needed a smaller spatula. -Thank goodness.
(Carrie gasps)
I got the tongs.
-Can never have enough tongs. -(Carrie laughs)
Boop-boop-boop-boop-boop!
(gasps) Oh, my gosh.
Look at this teeny-tiny cheese grater.
-Isn't it cute? Oh, my goodness. -That's not a cheese grater.
-Sea salt grater. Here. -(gasps) Oh, you're so smart.
Oh, spoons! All of Che's spoons are too big.
Like, even the smallest one
is, like, a soup spoon size.
I can't eat ice cream with a soup spoon.
Yeah, I'm not gonna let you go through life
eatin' ice cream with a goddamn soup spoon, that's for sure.
-You mocking me? -No, I'm deadly serious.
-Those spoons suck. They're shaped all weird. -(Carrie laughs)
-Let's get a whole new set. -Oh, my gosh.
Are we, are we high on housewares?
You wanna take it even higher?
Yeah, I wanna take it higher.
Some decent knives and a cutting--
Cutting board!
I was gonna say cutting board back there.
Do you remember when you made a cutting board?
-(indistinct office chatter) -(phone dings)
(office phone ringing)
(phone intercom beeps)
Assistant (over phone): Elliot's on his way in.
I don't have long, and I'm not talking
about my life span.
He'll be off his call any moment now.
-Who? -Who?
The hot-shot movie director I'm escorting
from apartment to apartment.
Entitled, picky, always on his phone.
So, you've gotta take this guy off my hands.
Oh, I've already met my diva quota for the decade, thank you very much.
All right, well, he's in town
for a Marvel movie shoot,
and, uh, he needs a high-end rental for nine months.
-I don't do rentals. -Yeah, which is why I'm gonna sweeten the deal.
How would you ever sweeten the deal?
(laughs) You'll find out. Oh.
(sighs) Sorry about the interruption. It was the studio.
-Couldn't be helped. -Elliot: Oh! Completely understand.
Ravi Gordi, this is my partner, Seema Patel.
Seema is the jewel of the agency.
She's really the one you want. (laughs)
-Unfortunately-- -(phone ringing)
Uh, I'm sorry. It's London.
Everyone is about to go to sleep there. 'Scuse me. Hey, mate.
Straight... and single. (laughs)
-So, sweeter? -Sweeter how?
A demanding straight is much worse than a picky gay like you.
I'm gonna report you to HR.
We have no HR. You fired her for being humorless.
Well, she was.
-Excuse me. -Elliot, I'm not doing it.
Girlfriend, he's straight.
All right. (sighs) Tell me you're gonna work with me.
He's not a fan. And for good reasons.
I'm difficult and always on my phone.
Then, why would I want you?
Because Marvel money is paying for this very expensive apartment,
which means no money drama and a luxurious commission.
Okay, so, no money drama.
What about personal drama?
Oh, I could promise you plenty of that.
-(Seema chuckles) -Look, I always wanted to film in New York,
so I want the very best.
He says you are the best.
Seema... show me where I want to live.
I mean, I have been here four months,
-and you have been here-- -Six fucking months.
And she goes to the U.S. Mission day one.
I mean, talk about privilege.
-Hey, guys. -Both: Hi.
You mind if I join you?
-Sure. -Mm.
Thanks.
(indistinct office chatter)
-Ya finished eating already? -(text whooshes)
I got you each one of those cookies you turned me on to.
-Thanks. -Yum. (chuckles)
(chuckles) Garlic, garlic, garlic.
(texts sending)
(Sloane chuckles)
Voila.
(texts sending)
So, I'm just gonna say, I... (laughs) I feel super paranoid,
but I feel like you two are texting each other about me.
We're not. We're really not. It's something else.
Raina: Hello, everybody. How's lunch?
Oh, Miranda, those notes you took were excellent.
Thanks, but... just writing down what I heard.
Okay, well, can you send them on to the Executive Director?
You can find his email on Outlook.
Oh, okay. Sure, will do.
Thank you.
Raina: How are you two coming on those citations?
(office phone ringing)
(texts sending)
Va-va-voom!
(scoffs) No, it's too tight.
I, I know it. I'm working on it.
Well, I got no complaints. I think you look great.
(scoffs) No, see, the belt is supposed to be down here
but it keeps riding up 'cause of my belly.
-So, lose the belt. -Everyone keeps saying to lose the belt,
but the belt's the whole thing.
I don't need to lose the belt,
I need to lose the belly.
And I just need a few more days.
Till what?
I have been doing my bone-broth thing all week.
Have you not noticed?
Uhh, I, I guess I noticed somethin' was different?
Just go. Don't say anything.
(deep breath)
Harry: I know I'm not supposed to say anything,
but, honey, I think ya look great.
So, just put that in the file and file it away.
(taking deep breaths)
(sharp inhale)
(elevator dings)
Aidan: Oh, hello. Yes, we're back again this week.
-It's us, Doug-- -Brad.
-Yes, Doug Brad and Jane. -Janet.
Aidan: Probably next week, too.
Just still visiting, the two of us.
Carrie: Well, we should probably let you in here.
-Aidan: Yes, we should. -Carrie: Right? Yes.
Carrie: (grunts) Watch your feet.
There we go. Sorry.
(humming)
Hm... (humming) hm.
(sniffs) Mm, God.
(coughs) Uck.
(humming)
-(phone ringing) -Hm.
-Hello. -Apartment Manager: Hello, I'm trying to reach
-Che Diaz. -Yeah, this is Che Diaz.
Apartment Manager: This is JNR Management.
I'm calling about your cousins, Janet and Doug Brad.
-Janet and who? -Janet and Doug Brad.
No, I don't, I don't know anybody by those names.
Apartment Manager: Doug Brad and Janet, 18F.
-Isn't that your apartment? -(gasps) Oh! Oh, yes.
-Uh-huh. -Yes, they are my cousins.
Yes, they are my cousins. Yes.
-(Carrie laughs) -Yeah, hi.
I'm here to check up on my cousins, Doug Brad and Janet.
-Are you evicted? -No, but management is concerned.
-(Carrie gasps) -It's a good thing you're white.
-Uh, that would be a-all on me. -Oh!
-(Che laughs) -Che, this is Aidan.
-Just call me Doug Brad. -Oh! Okay. (laughs)
Thanks for lettin' us use your place.
I don't know that it even qualifies as my place anymore.
Is that a blue pot on the stove?
Are you actually cooking in here?
Well, Aidan's making chili. I'm watching.
Oh, you've been openin' some beers.
That's true, I've been opening beers.
-Do you want a beer? -Hell yes, I'd like a beer.
I'm celebrating what looks like
a new Nespresso coffee maker on the counter?
That's right, it's your new Nespresso coffee maker.
-Wow. -Yeah, I noticed, uh--
-Oh, thank you. -You were short on some items,
-so I hope you don't mind. -Nah, I don't mind.
I mean, all I got from my last Airbnbers
was a bunch of black marks on the wall from their luggage.
And a slight serial killer vibe.
-(Carrie and Aidan chuckle) -Well, it all started with a pepper mill.
-This little baby right here. -Mm-hmm. Yeah, Aidan said you needed a pepper mill.
-Mm. -Everybody needs a pepper mill.
I don't know, that's debatable.
I lived without a pepper mill
for, oh, gosh, for years.
-(Che chuckles) -Aiden: Well, now that's just sad.
(Carrie and Che chuckle)
I have a question.
Why was this garlic press $47?
-'Cause I had the same question. -Che: Nope.
It's a much bigger mystery. About you two.
I mean, come on.
Why did this not work out the first time?
'Cause I made a mistake.
(solemn music playing)
(sighs) I mean, in my 30s and 40s,
I could drop five pounds like that,
and now, nothing is working.
I hate menopause. It's the devil.
Anyway, I thought Giuseppe was straight, which is really not my thing.
So, immediate wall up.
But he's not, and he's hot.
And he made my sourdough rise in the workplace,
-if you get my meaning. -Charlotte (over phone): I do.
I'm gonna be a gallerina again.
Think about it... Ballerina, gallerina.
Anything that ends in "-ina" is teeny-tiny.
And it is not gonna help that they are all gonna be, like, 25.
Oh, yeah. This one's young, too.
-He's gotta go. -(door buzzes)
-Oh! There's my food. -Okay, bye!
-Thanks for listening! -Anthony (over phone): Anytime.
(deep breath)
(upbeat music playing in salon)
Yeah, just the ends. Thank you.
That's a good temperature.
Hmm.
-Uh, ah, lady! -Seema: Oh, my God.
You've been here the whole time? That is crazy.
I should go Um, Juan Jose's waiting,
and he is not a person who enjoys waiting.
Well, okay, but he can wait a second, right? (chuckles)
-We look good, huh? -Oh, never better.
Is everything okay? You haven't answered
any of my texts or calls
about the dinner with Aidan.
If we're having this conversation,
-I need to have a cigarette. -What conversation?
This one. Come on.
-It's raining. -I know.
Well, we're standing on Madison Avenue
with wet hair and umbrellas,
so... something's really wrong.
It's nothing catastrophic. Okay.
I'm very happy for you. I am.
It's just... our Hamptons house.
(gasps) Oh, my God, I forgot about the Hamptons.
Well, I didn't, and I can't do it.
I can't be a third wheel, and that's not the summer I signed up for.
No, of course. Of course.
I totally get it, and I hear you,
but he won't be there every week.
And I swear, I swear you will love him.
I'm sure I will.
But I won't love... how I feel about myself when he's there.
When you invited me to dinner,
you said, "We wanna take you to dinner."
Carrie, you're already a "we."
-(Carrie sighs) -And please, d-do not think this is only because
I can't have dinner in the Hamptons
with just the three of us.
I-- Although, that is part of it.
Okay, well, tell me what, what else it is.
-What? -There's no way to say this
without seeming petty or pathetic.
Well, you're neither petty nor pathetic.
Just say it.
From everything I've heard...
it sounds to me that you've had these two great loves
and I've had none. No, please,
don't say I will because I might not,
and... I can live with that.
But I can't do this summer.
That's not true. I... I could, but I don't want to.
I don't want to spend a fortune having this feeling.
-So, I got our deposit back. -What?!
Without talking to me?
I didn't want you to lose money.
I'm not worried about losing money.
I'm worried about losing you.
We'll be fine.
It's just I need a little space right now. I--
No, no, no. You can't have it. Mm-mm.
You know what space gives friends? More space.
Seema, please.
Really, please don't pull away from me
and pretend you don't see me
at a salon hair-washing bowl.
-Hairstylist: Seema! -I know. I'm coming.
We'll be fine... We will.
I just need some space.
(exhaling)
(sighs)
(exhales)
(exhaling)
-(Charlotte out of breath) -Hey, Mom. You look nice.
Thank you, honey.
Okay, I'm g-- I'm gonna go now. Have a great day.
Lily: Why are you talking like that?
-Do you have a sore throat? -Oh, no, no. I'm fine.
I would come over there to give you a hug goodbye,
but I can't.
(sharp exhale)
Bye.
He no longer works here, Lorraine.
Call someone. Get help.
Sorry, I gotta go.
What are you doing here? Didn't you get my text?
I did, but didn't understand it.
Crazy isn't my first language.
-Maybe you can translate for me. -You don't need a translator.
I was very clear. You can't work here.
I'm giving you a month's salary and a very generous bonus.
I understand that, but this part,
"It's not you, it's me. I have issues."
Quali sono i tuoi "issues"?
Look, I thought you were straight.
A straight poet? Come on.
I know. The accent must've thrown me off my game.
Mm.
Anyway, straight you I could work with,
because I pride myself on never crossin' that line.
-What line? -You know what line.
Straight you, yes, gay you, uh-uh.
I cannot work side by side, day after day
next to a gorgeous, sweet, hot, way too young,
Italian from Italy with a huge... heart.
-(Giuseppe chuckles) -Nope.
Too many hot buttons.
I can't hold that line.
And I refuse to become a m-middle-aged male Lorraine.
-I understand. -Good.
I quit... Now what?
I'm fucked.
Well, not yet. (chuckles)
(cheery music playing)
(siren wailing)
(car honks)
(Charlotte clears throat)
Excuse me. I'm Charlotte. I'm, I'm starting today.
Oh, right. Yes, we've heard all about you.
-I'm Anastasia. -And I'm Kai. Nice to meet you.
Lela will be down soon.
She'll show you where you can put your stuff.
It's a pleasure to meet both of you.
Lela: Hey, y'all! Sorry, I'm late.
-You do not wanna know what's goin' on up there. -(Charlotte chuckles)
(exhales) You must be the famous Charlotte.
Oh, uh, I-I don't know about that.
-Come on, I'll show ya the ropes. -Okay.
"Charlotte's Web" is my favorite book,
so I always like people named Charlotte.
-Oh. -That dress is fierce by the way.
Oh, thank you. Um, Lela, is there
somewhere I could leave my coat?
-Mm. Right this way. -Okay.
Come on, girl. Make yourself comfortable.
(exhales)
♪ ♪
(chuckles)
-Miranda: Serena, I-- -Yeah?
I'm double-checking my notes,
and I realized you omitted the migration stats.
I-I'm just flagging it. I can put them back in.
I guess you're just perfect, Miranda.
Actually, I'm a sexually confused alcoholic
who's in the midst of a divorce.
-Whoa. On that note, good night. -Good night.
Miranda, you're not allowed to be here after 6:00.
You could get us both in a lotta trouble.
Seriously?
I am really not in Kansas anymore.
H.O.W. has a strict overtime policy for interns.
I am so sorry. I'll scram.
I-I did wanna talk to you, though,
so I'm glad you're still here.
I-I-Is it about composting? I-I-I'm really trying.
I-It's not about composting.
It's about my maternity leave,
which is coming sooner than I thought.
I'm being induced on Monday,
and I've chosen you to be my cover.
I'll start training you tomorrow.
Oh... wow!
Really? That's amazing!
I mean...
-I'm honored, but-- -But what?
Uh, I just can't help but feel bad for Serena and Sloane.
They've been here so much longer than I have,
-it, it just doesn't feel fair. -Please.
I'm guessing ya didn't graduate from Harvard first in your class
or make partner by feeling bad
for less experienced colleagues.
Why are you making yourself small now?
I-I'm just very aware that I'm coming into this with a lot of privilege.
I appreciate your self-awareness
and that is an issue we take very seriously.
But... you have 30 years' experience,
and you're the best person for the job, full stop.
-Thank you. -And don't worry, this is just a temporary gig.
Soon as you get the hang of things, I'll be back.
Okay, got it. Thank you.
But are, are you gonna mention--
Stop worrying about the other interns. Go! Get off the clock.
Okay, thank you. (chuckles)
Okay.
(indistinct chatter)
But wait, how does the chicken
get up onto your son's bed?
-I lift her. -(all laughing)
I have to. Otherwise, keeps flying
-into the mattress. -Charlotte: (gasps) It can fly!
-Flightless bird. -Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute.
So, now we have to factor you into the whole
"What comes first, chicken or egg?" scenario, is that right?
-'Cause that's a lotta work. -(gasps) Carrie,
I thought you said Seema couldn't make it.
Look.
("GOOD TIMES" by Jungle playing)
Aidan: Hi. Let me get ya a chair.
-Manners. Aidan, I love you already. -(Carrie chuckles)
Thanks for the space.
♪ Light up, light up ♪
♪ The Eiffel Tower Eiffel Tower ♪
So, what are we drinking?
-(Carrie chuckles) -(all laughing)
♪ ♪
♪ Don't you leave me now ♪
♪ Ooh-ooh ♪
♪ Got me crying out ♪
♪ Down in the street ♪
♪ Good times ♪
Carrie: And just like that, I went to Aidan's farm.
It wasn't "Howards End." It was better.
It was our new beginning.
♪ ♪
♪ Don't you leave me now... ooh-ooh ♪
♪ Got me crying out ♪
♪ Down in the street ♪
♪ Don't you leave me now... ooh-ooh ♪
♪ Got me crying out ♪
♪ Down in the street ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Good... times ♪
♪ Good ♪
♪ Times, good-good ♪
♪ Times, good ♪
♪ Good times, ooh ♪
♪ Good... times ♪
♪ Good ♪
♪ Times, good-good ♪
♪ Times, good ♪
♪ Good times, ooh ♪