Anyway. Now they're alone in the car. Big puts on the cute (which at his age seems more than a little desperate) and says he was "feeling like a needy chick" what with all the phone calls, and did he do anything to "piss [Carrie] off?" Hmm, where can I start? First, you went and married another girl. Then there was the going to France and leaving Carrie all alone thing. Then you came back; then you moved to Napa. Then just last year you dropped the bomb that you were having heart surgery, let Carrie take care of you, then closed the door of your heart, leaving her on the outside again, some more? Come on, dude. You've been a major cad. Now you ask if you've pissed her off? She just shakes her head and says she's "been busy with other things." He looks supremely sad. Well, that's what you get, dude. Too little, too late. The barn, she is closed. The cow giveth no more milk. Eth. Then he says he knows he freaked out about them the last time he saw her, and Carrie says it's fine, and he's fine, and he "really doesn't have to do this, okay, there's no point! It's all fine! Raoul's freezing and I have to go meet the girls." Big looks sad again, some more, then suggests that they get together for dinner tomorrow night. No response. Drinks? Nothing. Then she licks her lips like Cher and says she won't be around tomorrow night, as she's leaving for Paris tonight. Big says wow, finally taking that vacation, huh? Nope. She's going "with a man that [she's] in a relationship with." She looks at him like, so there. Boat-misser. See the tiny sails in the horizon? That's me, sucka. Big raises his eyebrows like, oh. She says, "He's wonderful, and I'm happy, so don't feel bad. Goodbye."
She jumps out of the car. Big leaps out after her. "Carrie! Carrie! What are you doing, saying goodbye and leaping out of the car like that?" Well, maybe she doesn't trust herself around him. Maybe she thinks he doesn't deserve any more of her time or energy. Maybe she's MAD at him for being an unfeeling jerk. Carrie does that lip-licking thing like Cher again, and exhales. She looks away, stamps her foot, and is silent. ["Okay, I'm sorry, but that was bratty. Shut up, Carrie." -- Sars] Big is all, "Are you moving to Paris? When were you going to tell me?" She still can't say anything to him. He continues and asks who the guy is. She says, his name is Aleksandr Petrovsky. He jokes, "You're moving to Paris with a Russkie?" She wheels around and stomps away. He yells after her to stop, and she spins around and lets him have it. "You do this every time! Every time! You must have some kind of radar! 'Carrie might be happy, it's time to sweep in and shit all over it!'" Big says gently that he came here to tell her something. "You and I..." Carrie screams, "You and I, NOTHING! You CANNOT DO this to me again, you CANNOT jerk me around!" He says this time it's different. She says it's never different. "I'm done! Don't call me ever again! Forget you know my number! In fact, forget you know my name! And you can drive down this street all you want. Because I don't live here anymore!" She turns and walks away, then breaks into a run (not easy in stilettos). Big watches her go, dumbfounded. Yup. Looks like you lost her, dude.