Carrie is about to ask Sebastian to the dance when she sees her dad in the hallway, which reminds her of when her mom was dying, and she faints. I bet Donna LeDonna and The Jens think this is hilarious, because they are not real people. Sebastian catches her, which teaches young girls to rely on handsome teenage boys, when they would never ever do that. I fell down three to four stairs once and my not-teenage boyfriend just laughed.
Carrie's dad offers Carrie "a change of pace, a change of scenery," an internship one day a week at a law firm in Manhattan. Yes, the Manhattan. Carrie's father, who is entirely undeveloped as a character, tells her she will need to prove herself. Carrie also knows that she'll need to get that purse back from Dorrit.
In an odd turn of events that I'm sure will go relatively unexplained, Carrie finds the purse inside a giant teddy bear that Dorrit has filled with scarves and nail polish and shit. She stuffed open bottles of nail polish in there, evidently, because the purse is "covered in nail polish." Ah, I hate when I leave my nail polishes open as I'm hurriedly stuffing them into my giant hoard bear.
Dorrit's got a rad unicorn sweater, though. And she only wanted to keep something of her mother's. Dorrit, who will some day be stuffing teddy bears full of cocaine, tells Carrie off. Then, Carrie decorates the purse with nail polish until it's totally scatter-paint cool and has her name on it. A non-Madonna cover of "Material Girl" plays. Ughhhh this purse is such a metaphor.
Carrie is ready to work in the law firm, in the midst of sketchy 1980s New York. Predictably, Carrie gets bumped while waxing poetic about New York. Her nylons rip and she goes to her first day of work bare-legged. After getting set up with some busy work (Busy Work: for 1980s Interns and girls on The Hills), the law firm lady suggests Carrie get some new stockings on her break at a place called Century 21. I hope "stockings" is code for cocaine and they're just using Carrie as a courier.
Carrie goes to Century 21 and, as with everything, she is in awe. My god, there is so much narration. She must have learned how to edit her inner monologue later on in her 20s. Because racism is still alive and well today, a black woman walks up to Carrie, exclaiming about her bag, and Carrie pushes her away forcefully. But, silly Carrie, the black woman is British and therefore harmless/not a mugger. She's also from Doctor Who, I'm told, but '80s Carrie doesn't know about TV.