The Carrie Diaries

Before there was sex, before there was the city,

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

It's 1984. Ronald Reagan and shoulder pads

were all the rage.

I'm trying to figure out who I am with the help of my family,

my best friends,

a sexy new guy...

- Hey, Bradshaw. - Hey.

And a hot new city.

What about an internship? Manhattan?

Manhattan? No way.

You work at "Interview" magazine?

Larissa Loughlin,

Carrie Bradshaw, mortified.

Figuring out who I was and finding my voice

wasn't going to be easy,

but I was pretty sure it was going to be a lot of fun.

They say that the eyes are the window to the soul,

that looking into someone's eyes

is to know the truth, to know what's real.

The same could be said for the city that never sleeps.

It's honest and totally awesome.

You and your bag are fabulous.

You think I'd plan a photo shoot

around anything less than perfection?

So it's really gonna happen?

My purse in "Interview" magazine?

In two weeks' time, two emaciated models

will cling to that bag like their lives depend on it.

Maybe I was lying to myself,

but I felt like nothing could stop me.

Or us.

Except maybe Donna Ladonna and her minions.

And me being grounded.

Think we're ever gonna have one minute alone, Bradshaw?

We did have one minute.

We did?

Yeah. Don't you remember?

We were at your locker, and you said, "what time is it?"

And I said, "2:05."

And then Donna showed up.

I've seen more of Donna in the last two weeks

than I have in the last decade.

We were alone for exactly 65 seconds.

I timed it.

Just imagine what would've happened

if we had another 19 seconds.

I can't even... uhh!

Whoa! (Laughs)

Sorry.

It's okay.

- Sebastian. - Hey, guys.

We were just going.

My grounding had been frustrating...

And surprisingly fun for me and Dorrit.

I'm gonna kill you!

Only if you can catch me!

- No! (Laughs) - Bull's-eye!

Now you're going to get it! (Door opens)

What's going on out here?

Uh... We're just washing the car.

Really? When I heard the screaming,

I just assumed you were killing each other.

Nope.

- Hard to believe, I know. - I'm proud of you.

You girls have been taking your punishment like real pros.

Yeah, I always wanted to be a professional groundee.

Wait. I can do that as a full-time job?

Yeah, okay, laugh it up. Laugh all you want.

But dare I say that grounding you

may have actually been a good thing?

- No. Unh-unh. - No way!

You want in on this?

No, you don't. No, you don't!

My dad was right.

Our confinement had brought us closer.

We hadn't gotten along this well

since before our mom had died.

And maybe we were lying to ourselves,

but we felt it would last forever.

Yellow?

Save me from a dinner at the country club

with my dad and his gold-digging girlfriend.

Don't knock it.

The baked Alaska there is very good.

Wait. Do you belong to the club?

Nah. We Bradshaws aren't really joiners.

I knew I liked you for all the right reasons.

So you'll be my escape?

Mm, you know I can't.

I'm grounded.

Have you ever heard of sneaking out?

I have, but I would never.

What, too good girl for that?

Too terrified to get caught.

That's never my issue.

That doesn't surprise me.

Well, don't get into too much trouble without me.

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

That is a joke, right?

Yeah, somehow trouble always seems to find me.

And he was right,

and its name was "Donna." Mr. and Mrs. Ladonna.

And Ms. Donna.

May I show you to your table?

Go and sit down. I'll be right there.

Meanwhile, "The Love Boat" was playing across town...

("Love Boat" theme playing on TV in distance)

Except someone wasn't coming aboard.

Mags.

Stop.

What if I don't want to?

Seriously, no.

Don't you want me to?

Your parents are right in the den.

Well, they can't hear anything.

Besides, we can be very, very... (Whispers) Quiet.

Just... stop. Okay?

Okay, I don't understand.

We've been together two years.

Why don't you wanna have sex with me?

Are... are you not... attracted to me?

Of course I'm into you.

You're gorgeous.

So... let's do it.

You don't want your... Our first time to be like this,

with your parents right downstairs

watching "The Love Boat."

You deserve better.

I guess you're right.

Of course I am.

Our first time should be... Special.

Who knew a little itty bitty piece of fabric

could cause such controversy?

I don't know if it because the one I was wearing was gold

or if it was the tassels?

I never quite got to the bottom of it.

Oh, or maybe it was because of the size of the bottom.

You don't like bikinis?

I like 'em just fine.

I just don't think much of country clubs.

We joined while he was away at school.

Has an attitude about it.

He has an attitude about everything.

Well, maybe you just haven't seen the place

through the right person's eyes.

I could give you a tour.

Go on.

Certainly don't need to hang out with your old man.

Hello?

- We need to talk. - What's happening?

- What's wrong? - I just saw

Sebastian and Donna... Together.

Where?!

Nobody comes out here at night.

We could do anything and not get caught.

You make everything sound like a come-on.

Everything is.

I can go find them, figure out what they're doing.

I don't want you to spy on Sebastian.

I trust him.

Well, do you trust Donna?

You know she's gonna be all flirty and pouty

and talking about sexy things.

You know, I lost my virginity on this very bench.

Have I shocked you?

Were you hoping to?

It would be fun to get some kind of reaction out of you.

If Sebastian is stupid enough to fall for that,

then he isn't worth it.

And by "that," do you mean the big lips or the big boobs?

He's a guy, Carrie.

Guys always fall for that.

So funny.

I shouldn't have said anything. I'm sure nothing happened.

Just ask him about it at school on monday.

And if he has nothing to hide, then he'll be honest.

I will. I'll ask him.

In two weeks, my purse will be in "Interview" magazine.

You're gonna be famous.

Well, my bag will be.

You still wanna hang with me when your bag's so important?