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...

Did your father say why he won't let you date Sebastian?

Ah, he's probably just being overprotective.

This isn't gonna happen. What do you mean?

Us. You and me.

And a hot new city.

Your life is just so... Exotic.

Honestly, Carrie, it's like you've never had sex.

Well, compared to you, it feels like I haven't.

Well, you let me know if this bad boy of yours

doesn't work out.

I've got 40 more I can introduce you to when we next go out.

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.

("Somebody's watching me" playing)

The scariest thing about High School...

When someone breaks your heart,

it's such a small place that you can't avoid them.

It's ironic.

The time in your life when you're least capable

of managing your emotions is the same time

you're locked up for eight hours a day

with the people responsible for those emotions

in the first place.

It was like I was living in my own personal horror film...

"The rise of the boy who broke my heart."

And apparently it was playing everywhere.

It's like he's everywhere.

Who knew this school was so small?

Me. When Maggie and I broke up, I darted around every corner

like she might be waiting there to throw something at me.

Luckily, she ended up being pretty cool about it.

Well, the same cannot be said for me.

It's hard, but it'll get better, I promise.

How soon?

Soon-ish. Even with Maggie,

I feel like things are still loaded sometimes.

Like today.

Halloween was a holiday we always did together.

I'm worried she might be sad.

I think she's okay.

And I'm just selfishly glad I get you tonight.

Me, too! I can't wait to go Larissa's party.

Thanks for asking me.

It starts at, like, 8:00.

Lots of liquor, no costumes. All right?

Oh. We need to turn around now.

Carrie. Sebastian.

Walt. Sebastian.

Looks like we all know each other's names,

so that's good.

So you got any, uh, special plans for tonight? Nah.

Wow. 'Cause I just heard you invite someone to a party...

Assuming one you're having.

We should go.

No, it's... it's fine.

Walt and I are going to a party tonight in the city,

so I don't care.

Just... think it's weird you didn't invite me.

Would you have wanted me to?

Well, would have been polite.

Look, Carrie, it wouldn't have been polite.

Would've just been awkward.

We both know that. Yeah.

Just trying to be honest.

Of course. Right.

Um... well, we should go.

I can't believe Sebastian's renting out the diner

for a Halloween party.

I can't even escape him in here.

If he had any decency, he'd switch schools.

Yes, he would. Selfish jerk. Seriously.

Wait. I'm confused.

You guys don't even feel a little bad for Sebastian?

Um, no. Why would we?

Because Carrie snooped

through all his private legal files

and told us all that he slept with his teacher?

Walt, this is what we do. We get our hearts broken,

and then we demonize the guys who broke up with us.

Don't worry. I'm not bad-mouthing you yet.

Um... thanks? You're welcome.

I know I made a mistake,

and I wanted to talk to Sebastian about it,

except he was like, "discussion's over. I'm out""

I mean, is it my fault he wouldn't even talk about it?

And what kind of a guy does that? A jerk. That's what kind.

I say good riddance. If you were still dating Sebastian,

you'd have to spend Halloween with him.

Now you are footloose and fancy-free.

And you totally loved "footloose."

You know what?

This is the first Halloween I've looked forward to in years.

I've always had to take care of Dorrit

and keep her from doing something crazy,

but not tonight. Tonight you and I are going

to Larissa's Halloween party. In soho.

And we're not gonna think about selfish boys

or delinquent little sisters

or any of our responsibilities.

We're just gonna have an incredible time...

Yeah. And think about ourselves.

It's going to be nothing but fun.

So what are you two going as? Let's just say

I have a costume that is to "di" for.

My little princess Di.

Okay, one more.

Well, I'm glad you're finally getting a night

out on the town, but I am a little sad

that you won't be taking Dorrit trick-or-treating this year.

Dad, Dorrit hasn't gone trick-or-treating in years.

Really?

Well, I guess I miss out on a lot,

being the candy man at home. Yeah.

Like me chasing Dorrit around town,

trying to stop her from T.P.-Ing our principal's house.

That is a tradition... Of sorts.

Super fun one.

Well, it's nice to see you maintaining

a tradition of your own... Dressing up as Chewbacca

and handing out the goods to kids.

You're Chewbacca every year?

It was an expensive costume.

Besides, I spent a long time getting the roar just right. (Door opens)

Lame.

Oh! Dorrit, get in the picture.

That way, I can get all of you in your Halloween costumes.

This isn't a costume.

Oh. Well...

Then how about for old times' sake, huh? Sweetie?

Halloween is stupid.

So I take it you won't be going out tonight.

Do I look like a loser?

I'll be in my room.

Okay.

Well, this will be fun.

As my last responsible act before I leave,

I should tell you that I know that look,

and she's so going out, and it's not gonna be pretty.

Dad, I'm serious.

I'd start checking the closets.

Make sure she's not hiding anything

she could use to blow up Castlebury.

You wanna tell me what you were planning on doing

with all this?

I've never seen that stuff before.

Maybe it's Carrie's?

Okay.

All right, then you won't mind that I'm taking it

or that I moved the ladder from outside your window.

Looks like you're in for the night.

And while Dorrit's chances of escape were dwindling...

Mine were looking good.

Uh... I think we're a little overdressed.

Too fancy?

No. Too much clothing.

There we were, at a real downtown New York party.

I was starting to feel like a princess,

escaping my life of responsibility in the suburbs.

And just like that,

prince charming entered into the story.

Lady Diana Spencer, I presume?

You didn't hear? I'm a princess now.

Well, princess,

I am the unofficial welcoming committee. Take this.

Thanks.

And let me guess. You must be Charles Philip Arthur George,

Duke of rothesay, prince of wales,

and heir to the throne of England.

Are you speaking English?

Oh. (Laughs) Sorry. Bennet wilcox, anglophile

and Stanley kubrick fan.

Bennet wilcox? You write the "hot boites" column

for "Interview." That impresses you?

Most people don't even know how to pronounce "boites""

much less read my column.

Not read. Devour.

Your piece on Max's Kansas City's

closing night... I've dreamed of being a beastie boy ever since.

Well, just wear your hat backwards and say you are.

You'll get into any club in this city.

Seriously? Velvet ropes disappear.

Have you seen Larissa?

How are we ever gonna find her in this crowd?

I don't think you'll miss her. (Man) Make way for the bird of paradise!

make way for the bird of paradise!

Larissa! Larissa, over here.

Ooh! Joao, Carlos, e aqui bom.

Darling!

I'm so glad you came.

And who is this beautiful boy?

This is my friend Walt.

Enchante. I see you've met my Bennet.