EXT. MEXICAN CLIFFS -- LATER 111
Carrie sits overlooking a magnificent view of the ocean. She
has her cell phone in her hand. She pushes a button and
listens to the first message.
VOICEMAIL (V.O.)
First message. Received: Saturday,
September twentieth; twelve-thirty
P.M.
BIG (V.O.)
Hey babe -- I need to talk to you
before you leave for the -- .
Carrie impulsively THROWS her phone off the cliff. It sails
through the air. The sun glistens off the pink crystals as it
falls to the ocean below.
112 EXT. CARRIE'S BUILDING -- DAY -- FALL 112
Raining. A MANHATTAN STORAGE TRUCK drives away from the front
of Carrie's building revealing... Carrie - standing in her
front doorway. She exhales, turns and walks back inside.
113 INT. CARRIE'S APARTMENT -- MOMENTS LATER 113
CARRIE swings open the front door -- her living room is
filled with boxes of her clothes, a few of her furniture
pieces -- many, beautifully wrapped wedding gifts -- and her
wedding gown.
CARRIE (V.O.)
There was no better time I could
think of to hire and assistant.
INT. STARBUCKS -- DAY -- FALL 114
Carrie sits across from A SPOILED LABEL QUEEN (22) wearing
expensive clothes.
80.
SPOILED LABEL QUEEN
Ummm, no. I don't lift boxes. Yeah,
definitely - No.
INT. STARBUCKS -- LATER -- FALL 115
A LARGE PARTY GIRL (34) Low cut blouse; very relaxed.
PARTY GIRL
I love your books. You're shit's
brilliant.
CARRIE
Um, Cathy... You seem drunk.
PARTY GIRL
Little bit. Never got to bed last
night.
(beat)
But I type like a motherfucker.
INT. STARBUCKS -- LATER -- FALL 116
A mousey BUSINESS GUY (23) in a tweed suit and tie.
BUSINESS GUY
I have a degree in finance from
Princeton and for the last two
years I have been assistant to a
V.P. at Merrill Lynch.
CARRIE
(polite/lost)
And why do you think you're right
for this job?
He glances at his feet. Carrie looks down. He is wearing high
heels.
INT. STARBUCKS -- LATER -- FALL 117
Louise (22) African-American -- she holds a LOUIS VUITTON
DENIM PURSE.
CARRIE
So, you're from St. Louis?
LOUISE
That's right. Louise from St.
Louis.
81.
Carrie smiles, looks down at her resume.
CARRIE
Have you ever been a personal
assistant?
LOUISE
No, but I'm the oldest of six kids,
so I can pretty much handle
anything you got.
CARRIE
Six kids? What was that like?
LOUISE
Crowded. I had to move to New York
just to get some room. And where'd
I wind up? A one bedroom apartment
with three roommates.
CARRIE
(laughs; then)
Aside from the space issue... why'd
you move to New York?
LOUISE
To fall in love.
Carrie is taken aback.
LOUISE (CONT'D)
What? That's corny, right?
CARRIE
No, it's just -- so -- honest. I
don't think I've ever heard anyone
say that in a long time.
Louise looks at her, owns it. Carrie smiles, sold.
CARRIE (CONT'D)
Well... Louise from St. Louis... I
have just one more question.
(beat)
How does an unemployed girl with
three roommates afford the
Patchwork Denim Bowley Louis
Vuitton bag?
LOUISE
It's rented. "Bag, Borrow or
Steal." It's like Netflix for
purses.
82.
CARRIE
No! How can I not know about this?
LOUISE
Girl, stick with me, I'll hook you
up.
118 INT. CARRIE'S APARTMENT-- DAY -- FALL 118
The room is now half-empty of the presents. Louise sits in
the middle of the clutter -- busy writing out note cards.
CARRIE (V.O.)
And she did hook me up.
119 INT. CARRIE'S APARTMENT -- DAY -- FALL 119
The space is much more orderly. Louise is kneeling on the
floor taking books out of boxes and placing them on in piles
on the floor. Carrie enters -- amazed at the progress. Her
phone rings. Louise answers it instantly.
LOUISE
Carrie Bradshaw... This is Louise.
(listens; then repeats)
Anne From the New York Observer...
She looks over at Carrie, who shakes her head: No.
LOUISE (CONT'D)
I'll let her know you called.
She hangs up and continues working. Carrie watches her.
120 INT. CARRIE'S APARTMENT -- DAY -- FALL 120
Louise directs two DELIVERY MEN who are carrying a NEW
MATTRESS into the bedroom. Carrie watches from her closet
surrounded by boxes.
CARRIE (V.O.)
After only three days -- I began to
think of her as Saint Louise from
St. Louis.
121 INT. MIRANDA'S OFFICE -- DAY 121
Miranda is sitting at her desk, eating a take-out salad while
talking on the phone.
A.
MIRANDA
(into phone)
No, I can't be more patient. Your
agency has had three weeks to find
me an apartment.
The office door opens -- A TWENTY-SOMETHING ASSISTANT enters
and places some documents on the desk in front of her.
Miranda signs as she chews and talks.
MIRANDA (CONT'D)
No -- I told you... It has to be in
Manhattan. Because it does.
(MORE)
83.
MIRANDA (CONT'D)
How hard could it be to find
something just on the other side of
the Brooklyn Bridge?
The assistant takes the documents and starts away.
MIRANDA (CONT'D)
(into phone pissed)
On second thought -- Forget it. I
could do a better job myself.
Miranda hangs up, exhales. Bites her salad. Determined.
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