She holds her face and looks completely shocked. He looks shocked too, but also glad that she finally shut up. Is it wrong for me to be glad, too? It is. I'm wrong. So wrong. Remember the name of the website before writing me mail about how insensitive I am to domestic violence, please. It's "WITHOUT Pity." I mean, Carrie was way into the whole fairy tale of this non-relationship with her "LOVAH." The apartment ("He has the whole floor!"), the fireplace, the couture, the jewelry, the sleigh ride, Paris. It's not like she's been living in squalor. She's been in a high-fucking-end ivory tower of her own making, and now she's had enough. It's not his fault. He grabs her shoulder to...I don't know, comfort her? And her necklace breaks. She looks even more sad, and fishes around in her cleavage to get the stones. He says he's sorry. He thought he was clear all along about who he was. He was. Then she says, "Maybe it's time to be clear about who I am." She's a person looking for love. "Real love. Ridiculous, inconvenient, consuming, can't live without each other love. And I don't think that love is here in this expensive suite in this lovely hotel in Paris. It's not your fault, it's my fault. I shouldn't have come here." Alek says, "Carrie," and she cuts him off like she cut off Big. "Please don't. I'm fine." He looks sad and creased, like a blanket you find on the street. She gets her coat, kisses him on the cheek, and leaves. Hooray!
Carrie, in mangled French, asks for a room for herself. There are no rooms. Only double rooms. Well, she's a single, and it would be fine. She digs in her dress for her necklace, and drops a stone on the floor. She squats down for it, and Big walks in. Sad Piano can't sit this one out. Carrie looks up and sees Big, then whispers, "Hi." Then the tears come. "Paris is a mess! I shouldn't have come here. We had a big fight and...I got slapped." Big makes a "whachoo talkin' bout" face. She says it was "an accident, he didn't mean it." Big's nostrils flare with anger. Carrie protests that he has it wrong, and Big growls that he'll kick Alek's ass. What? He said he thinks he's gonna "go kick some Russian ass." Too impatient to wait for the elevator, he takes the stairs two at a time. Carrie trails him all, "What are you doing? What do you have in mind? Come back here! Stop, slow down, you're gonna have a heart attack!" Finally he's on the sixth floor, charging toward the room, saying there's nothing Carrie can do to stop him. She trips him, and he falls to the ground. She falls too. Then they crack up, and roll around on the floor together, laughing.
Big and Carrie walk away from the hotel. The streets are cinematically wet. Why is shiny always better on film? It's so odd. He says that most people come to Paris to fall in love. She came to Paris and got slapped. They giggle some more. She looks up at him, all glowy and happy, and asks how he got there. He puts his coat around her and says it took him a long time to get here. Yeah, about six years. Then he says, "Carrie, you're the one." Happy Orchestra starts up, and they kiss. Then she whispers, "I miss New York. Take me home." But of course.