And Just Like That…

- Jeremy, party of five! - That's us!

Ooh, oh. Ah! Excuse me.

Whew. (Chuckles)

Remember when we had to legally

stand six feet apart from one another?

Yeah, I miss it.

- Excuse us. - Oh, excuse us.

Sorry.

Carrie?

Is that Bitsy von Muffling?

- Carrie. Excuse me. - Yep, that's Bitsy.

I can't believe it. I cannot believe it.

Oh, it's been forever.

Do we hug or bump elbows?

Sign language, smoke signals.

Where are we these days?

And, and where's the fourth musketeer?

Where's Samantha?

Oh, um, she's no longer with us.

No, no, no, no. She didn't die.

Charlotte: Oh no! No, no. I'm so sorry, no.

I just meant she's not with us.

- She's in London. - Oh, thank god.

After the horror show we've been through,

I just assume anyone I haven't seen

in a while has passed on,

or... gave up and moved to Palm Beach.

- No, she moved to the U.K. for work. - Smart.

Sexy sirens in their 60s are still viable over there.

- Well, enjoy. - Friend: Bitsy, are you coming?

Group: Bye!

Remember when we couldn't air kiss hello or goodbye?

Yes, I miss it.

Carrie, party of three!

- Yay! Yes, that's us. Yay. - Nice! Here we go.

I stepped on a used condom in Brady's room this morning.

- Eww... - Wait!

I was barefoot at the time. Okay now.

- Eww. - Ooh, does anyone wanna split the croque madame?

I will. Did you hear what I said?

Mm-hm. Are we getting fries with that?

I stepped on my son's semen before coffee.

We are definitely getting fries with that.

- Hmm. - This is totally on Steve and me.

We started letting Luisa spend the night because we like her,

and now Brady's bedroom floor is a minefield.

Well, it's good he's using protection.

Now that is seeing the condom as half full.

When do you start school?

What? I changed the subject. Life's too short.

I'm starting with spring semester next week.

- Wow. - Oh, really? Next week?

Are you gonna, you know...

Go crazy? Too late, already happened.

No, color your hair.

Now where is that darn waitperson with the check?

- We haven't even ordered yet. - Oh, I know, but I want out now.

I just think the gray ages you.

No, you think the gray ages you

because if we're friends, and I am this age,

you can't be whatever age you're pretending to be.

I am not pretending to be any age.

- I am 55. - What? You want a medal?

Yes. Yes, I do. Can I get a medal?

Yes, you can, and when I turn 55 in 10 years,

I would like a medal as well.

- Thank you. - And... why are you just going after me?

Carrie dyes her hair, too.

Yeah, but hers is obvious. You're trying to pass.

Yeah, but obvious in a good way, right?

'Cause this kind of "obvious," it don't come cheap.

You look great gray, but I miss the red.

And I just thought it might be fun,

you know, for the start of school.

Yeah, for all your play dates and things.

Charlotte, I'm getting a Master's in Human Rights

to pair with my law degree,

so, hopefully, I can become an advocate for women who need one.

I don't have to be a spicy redhead to do that.

I mean, we can't just stay who we were.

- Right? - Absolutely.

And there are more important issues

in the world than trying to look young.

Ruth Bader Ginsburg dyed her hair.

Mic drop.

Wow, I've gotta get him.

Do you see his hat? Looks like a light fixture.

- For my Instagram. - (camera clicks)

How's all that goin'?

Uh, you know, when I first started doing it,

it was really just for me, you know, just for fun,

posting strangers who have interesting style,

but now... that I'm on that podcast,

it's kind of growing into a thing.

Wow. Instagram, podcast.

I guess you're passing as younger, too.

Still haven't listened to it, have you?

Carrie, I love you to death,

but I draw the line at podcasts.

I just ran into LTW in the ladies' room.

Great! I don't know what that means.

Lisa Todd Wexley.

Everyone at school calls her LTW.

Now, is LTW a person,

- or a sorority you hope to pledge. - I know, I know.

I sound so silly, but she's just so cool.

She is a documentarian, and a humanitarian.

And her husband, Herbert, is an investment banker who might run for mayor.

And she's on the International "Vogue" Best-Dressed List.

Wow, I think I need a nap.

We are on the parent school board together,

so, this year, we've been getting to know each other better

'cause she signed her son, Henry, up

to study with the same piano teacher that Lily studies with.

- Oh, which reminds me... - To breathe?

You haven't RSVP'd yet for Lily's piano recital.

Oh, I know. I'm sorry, sweetie. I can't go.

Big and I are driving out east on Wednesday.

Can't you drive out Friday?

'Cause Lily has been practicing

for this night every day for a year.

Sweetie, I know, but Big already took time off.

But you could go to the Hamptons with Big any time.

And this concert is at the Manhattan School of Music.

It's a very big deal.

The Manhattan School of Music, Carrie.

The Manhattan School of Music.

I'm sorry, where is the concert again?

All right, I'll talk to him. I will.

- Oh, hi! - I don't wanna interrupt.

- Oh, you're not interrupting! - Hi.

These are my very best friends, Miranda and Carrie.

- Hi. - Hi, I'm Lisa.

Charlotte has told me so much about you both.

Well, we just got the crash course on you, too.

- Oh no. - (all laughing)

- That's a great bracelet. - It's interesting, right?

It's this 20-year-old out of Jackson, Mississippi, I came across online.

- She's amazing. - Oh, that's great.

Oh my god. Who ordered the French fries?

I'd have to know you a lot longer before I confessed that.

- Can I have one? - Sure, they're cold.

- But they're still greasy, right? - (group laughing)

- So bad, they're good. - Ooh, yikes, I'm gonna be late.

I have to go do a podcast.

- They're like jury duty now. - Yeah, I should go, too.

Um, it was really, really nice to meet you.

- Any friend of French fries is a friend of mine. - Hope to see you again.

- Yeah, same here. - (all saying "goodbye")

- Sit! - What did you get at Oscar?

- Show me. - Oh, it's for the girls.

- Ta-da! - (gasps) It's gorg.

I just wanted them to have something so special

for Lily's big night.

Henry is gonna bomb this recital.

- Oh, no, he won't. - It's my fault.

I started him too late.

I have to force him to practice.

I literally have to pry his fingers

off the PlayStation, and put them on the keyboard.

Well, you know what? He's a beginner.

- People will understand. - People might, but my mother-in-law won't.

She's a world-renowned concert pianist,

and an even more accomplished pain in my ass.

Oh, my friends are waiting. I'll call you later.

- Bye. - Bye! I'll talk to you soon.

Lisa: Yes! Bye.

Miranda: Don't stress if you can't make the recital.

Her piano teacher rents that venue.

It's the Park Avenue equivalent of

"every kid gets a trophy."

Still, I should go.

Charlotte's an amazingly supportive friend.

- She listens to the podcast. - (Miranda chuckles)

You know, it is kinda like she's dead...

Samantha.

We never even talk about her.

Well, what is there to say?

I told her that because of, you know,

what the book business is now,

it just didn't make sense for me to...

keep her on as a publicist. She said, "Fine,"

- and then fired me as a friend. - She didn't fire you.

Okay, she stopped returning my calls.

You know Samantha.

- Her pride got damaged. - Which was why I kept

leaving her voice mails, asking her to please call me back,

so we could talk about this and fix it.

Look, I understand that she was upset,

but I thought I was more to her than an ATM.

You are.

- She was embarrassed. - So embarrassed she took a job and moved to London?

Wait, have you spoken to her?

No, neither has Charlotte.

I mean, we texted and called, but we never heard back.

- Do you think, maybe, if you... - I did. Multiple texts.

- And nothing. - Okay.

Well, then I guess that's all we can, you know, do.

- So weird. - I know.

I always thought the four of us would be friends forever.