Making of 'The Nanny Diaries': Bravo Special Page #2

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- I have a place in the Hamptons.

Donald Trump lives

in my building.

It seemed that fate now

offered me a wonderful alternative...

an opportunity to completely

duck out of my life.

So I decided for

one summer

to abandon Annie

and trade her in for

a brand-new persona...

Nanny.

Of course there was

one tiny problem.

Everything I knew about

nannying came from the movies.

Even so, I fell

asleep confident

that I'd magically

find my way.

Annie?

Annie!

Annie?

Ahh-hoo-hoo!

Get your feet

on the ground, young lady.

Hmm.

The fact that I had

no child-care experience

mattered little to the matriarchs

of the Upper East Side.

Even though I

don't have a job,

I just don't seem to have

enough time for myself.

All they needed

to know was that I was white,

a college grad,

and terminally single.

As you can see,

my husband and I

are getting a divorce.

So you and the kids

must remain

on my side of

the apartment

at all times...

until the custody

battle is settled.

Oh...

In short, I was the Chanel

bag of nannies.

I heard through the grapevine

you've been meeting

with a lot of people.

So I thought you might appreciate

a civilized lunch at Bergdorf's

rather than being

interviewed at the apartment.

Thank you,

that's very considerate.

Not really.

I just love to eat out.

I'll probably come up

with a million excuses

for us to go have lunch.

I mean, if you end up

with us, I mean.

Ready?

Do... do you know

what you're having?

I don't mean

to rush you,

but I'm attending a 2:00 lecture

"Super Mom, Trying to Juggle It All."

I'll just have the burger.

Thanks.

I can't guarantee

that the meat here

is antibiotic-free.

But the chef here is from Brittany,

so I highly recommend the crepe

Bretagne. Deux, s'il vous plait.

- Okay.

- Excellent choice.

Thanks.

You're from New Jersey.

Unfortunately.

Oh no, there are some very

lovely parts of that state.

Friends of ours have a horse

farm in Upper Saddle River.

- Really?

- Mm-hm.

l... I hear it's

really nice there.

I'll have to take you

riding there one day.

Okay.

Tell me more.

I want to know

all about you.

- Uh...

- I'm from Connecticut, actually.

I went to Smith.

And don't believe the rumors,

we weren't all

lesbians.

After graduation,

I moved here and started

running the Gagosian.

The art gallery.

- Oh.

- It was a blast.

But you really... you can't

do that sort of thing

when you're raising a child.

The parties,

the schmoozing, the travel...

Oh, excuse me...

- Oh.

- Bitsy.

- It's you.

- Bitsy.

I've so been

meaning to call.

Is there anything

at all I can do?

Not unless you

know a hit man.

That lawyer Jeanie Whitman

recommended was no help at all.

I am so sorry.

Turns out all our assets

are actually in Tucker's company's name.

All I'm getting

is a million flat.

That's appalling.

If I'd known it would go this far,

I would have just turned a blind eye.

Anyway, enjoy the rest

of your lunch before I ruin that too.

I'll call you later

this week, sweetheart.

Such a shame.

But she should have seen it

coming... everyone else did.

Anyway, where were we?

Ah yes.

After Gagosian,

I met Mr. X.

You know, my grandmother

worked as a domestic

so we wouldn't have to.

And here you are,

fresh out of college

voluntarily taking

a nanny gig.

I told you, this is not

a lifelong commitment.

Okay? It's just a way

for me to get my head together.

Besides,

the money is great.

I finally get to

move to the city.

I'm moving to the city

to go to grad school,

not to be somebody's

servant.

Plus you know you're wrong,

or you wouldn't be lying to your mother.

This is all just

happening too fast.

I don't understand why you can't

just live at the house for a while,

just to get on your feet.

Mom, I lived at home through

four years of college.

Don't you think

that's long enough?

Well, how could you find

a decent apartment so fast?

The bank has, you know,

an excellent program.

They got me hooked up with

a trainee, which is great.

I'm getting in

the car.

Can I come with you?

I would feel a lot better if I could

at least see where you were living.

Come on. The other

trainees, you know,

they went to fancy

boarding schools

and European exchange

programs.

I show up with my mom,

I'll just look like a big dork.

Guess that makes sense.

Come here.

I love you.

Let me know the minute

I can visit you.

I'll call you when

I get there, okay?

#Freedom, freedom... #

Hey, you're gonna

get me a ticket.

# Freedom #

# You got to give

what you take... #

- You're crazy.

- # Freedom #

- # Freedom... #

- Sing it again.

# Freedom #

#You got to give what you take. #

I love that song.

I'm telling you, like the bees,

you're free, girl.

That's okay, I'll

take care of it, miss.

Oh, thank you.

I can't believe this.

I could get used to this.

- I'm telling you that.

- Thank God I'm getting a shrink degree.

You know, I love you,

but you're harsh.

A little bit.

Just give me a hug.

Mwah! I'll see

you soon, I'm sure.

Annie?

You know the path

of least resistance?

It can lead through

a minefield.

Oh, hi.

You are the new nanny?

Yes, and you must

be Maria.

- Nice to meet you.

- Hmm.

Can I come in?

Okay.

Leave it there.

The floor is clean.

Mmm.

Wow.

This place is

incredible.

I hope you last longer

than the last one.

Who, Bertie?

Oh yeah.

Mrs. X told me that she

left to get married.

Married? She had one date

and she get fired.

Oh, Maria? Are you gonna tell

Mrs. X that I've arrived?

Mrs. X is shopping.

But she left you

a note on the table.

Now I have to go run

the vacuum, okay?

Ay...

"Dear Nanny,

welcome!"

Please make note that from here on in,

I'm referred to as "Nanny" by all

the people in the Xs' social network.

I'm so excited to have you onboard.

Please make yourself

completely at home.

Manuel is making you

your own set of keys.

Mmm.

- You should have them by tomorrow.

The fridge

is well-stocked.

Tofu cutlets?

- Ugh.

- Help yourself to anything.

Yuck.

Sorry I could not

be there to meet you

but I'm trying to squeeze

in a little shopping

before my

Parents' Society meeting,

which reminds me...

please pick Grayer up

from the Christian preschool...

- Wow!

...at 2:
15 sharp.

It's extremely important

not to be late.

Ooh.

As you can see,

I have attached a list

of basic house rules.

Hello, Manolo.

- We believe it's important

to maintain some sense

of structure in our home

for Grayer's sake.

Rule number one:

Grayer and his playmates

are never allowed

- in the master bedroom.

- Oops.

Of course, you should refrain from

entering our bedroom as well.

Rule number two:

Grayer is never allowed

to nap during the day.

No naps?

This throws his sleeping

schedule completely off.

And I prefer him tired

when I get home.

Rule number three:

- we just had the walls redone.

- Mm-hm.

Please keep Grayer from

rubbing up against them.

- Oh!

- Rule number four:

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