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I can't have you spending time with someone messed up with drugs.
Everyone'll be happy to know that Damien and I broke up.
You touch this dress, you'll never set foot in here again.
You should do your own clothing line.
I can model them. You can totally do this. I had no idea you'd be such a little thief.
Agnes, give me my dresses! What are you doing?!
Keeping these feelings aside is-is killing me,
'cause all I wanna do is tell everybody how happy I am.
I think you should tell people.
I want to be as much a part of your life as you'll let me.
I need someone to take over operations of my hotel.
There are other people who'd do a better job.
Those other people aren't my mother.
Do we have ourselves a hotel? We do.
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Tthey say the clothes make the man,
but who makes the clothes? Every dollar counts
on the Upper East Side, it's Eleanor Waldorf,
and we hear her new line is to die for.
So, uh, where are we going?
I thought everyone was coming over for brunch.
It's the first since you moved back to Lily's.
Jen, as hard as it is for me to admit,
there are some things more important in life than waffles.
And I'm not gonna let you spend another day sulking in that apartment.
Okay, well, you grounded me.
And I won't be able to unground you
until I know you're okay. That's why we're going to Eleanor's.
Wait. What?
I was talking to Serena, and she said
that Eleanor is having something called a pop-up fashion show
for her new junior line.
So I called Eleanor and asked her if you could help out.
Dad, the last time I worked for Eleanor,
it didn't exactly end well. Remember?
But I also remember that my daughter used to love working in fashion.
Listen, just give it a shot. Your room's not going anywhere.
This isn't so bad, is it?
Thanks, dad.
I'll see you at home tonight, after the show.
There's something about waking up on the day of a fashion show.
The smell of fresh pleats wafting through the city...
Nothing quickens your blood quite like couture.
Ride with me uptown?
My mother would love to see you for breakfast.
I have a breakfast with my mother.
I'm so proud of you for opening up to Elizabeth.
She earned my trust, and I, hers.
And she seems to be faring well at the helm of the mighty empire?
Oh, she's a natural. Have a perfect day.
Oh. Nothing says luxury quite like your own private army.
Victor, is everything all right?
Mr. bass, you need to vacate the premises... immediately.
I think you've misunderstood.
I may have put my mother in charge for the time being,
but I'm not leaving the hotel.
Actually, sir, these orders come from her.
My, look who's risen from the dead.
I just wanted to say thank you so much for this opportunity.
And I've really learned a lot since the last time we worked together,
and I won't let you down. Well, despite our troubled past,
as I told your father, I am a firm believer in second chances,
so I even rehired your friend.
Jenny.
Agnes.
Uh, hi. How are you?
Uh, 90 days sober in a.A.
Good for you. Now come on, Jenny. What are you waiting for?
Get Agnes fitted, Hmm?
I like to see my elves busy. Clock's tickin'.
You ready? 'Cause this is it.
Mm. I'm ready. It's time.
We're just gonna go in and tell them we're dating.
Exactly. It's-it's no big.
Hey! It's the lovebirds.
Hey, you two.
Oh, hey. Hey.
He told you, didn't he? She can read my mind. I mean...
Oh, come on. You couldn't wait to tell.
Well, speaking for everyone else, I think it's great.
And now that the happy couple has arrived, let's go eat.
Come on.
I have some very exciting news.
Mr. conwell is flying in from salt Lake city
to see the show tonight.
Mr. conwell?
He is the c.E.O. Of conwell's department stores.
Blair, it's the biggest retailer in the entire country,
and my first choice to carry the new junior line.
What about barneys or saks...
Or bloomingdale's?
Hmm. No, my dear, high-end has fallen on hard times.
Mr. conwell can put my line in over 5,000 retail locations.
Where bristol palin shops?
Feed the masses. Eat with the classes.
Although you do raise a very good point.
My usual crowd of uptown socialites
and boho fashionistas
might give Mr. conwell the wrong message.
We need to surround him with wholesome American girls-
the kind of girl that he wants to shop at conwell's.
I just had the most inspired idea. Dessert at momofuku after the show?
No. You should invite all of your college girlfriends
to see the show tonight.
Mother, it's very last minute.
Miss Blair keep girls on busy schedule.
Must beat drum, she says.
Baby beat dorota's stomach like Lars from metallica.
I need a gaggle of * ** college freshmen.
Just bring 10 or 20, no more than 30.
Tell them how important it is to you, to me. I need Mr. conwell to say yes.
But, miss Blair, you have no friends.
Even N.Y.U. Minions very second-rate.
Actually...
There is one person at N.Y.U. Who could help.
Chuck.
Did you send security to kick me out?
Just listen. I- no.
Let me.
Morning, nephew.
What is this leech doing stuck to my hotel?
Your hotel?
This is Elizabeth's hotel.
You're just a guest who's no longer welcome here.
I'm sorry, Chuck. You need to leave.
What? Wait.
What the hell is going on here?
Isn't it obvious?
You've been played, Chucky, from the very beginning.
Now...
It's check-out time,
and we need to get your room ready
for, well, me.
Stop.
We hear Chuck's hotel is hanging on by a thread...
And Jack's pulling all the strings.
Vanessa, I'm seriously so happy for you guys.
Thanks. It's been really great.
It's been so easy to be with Dan, you know,
knowing someone your whole life, like you and Nate.
Yeah, it definitely has its advantages.
When you've known someone so long,
you know, you're just more comfortable.
Nate and I have no problem trying new things.
Not like that.
Just keeping the romance and mystery alive.
You don't ever want to fall into a rut.
I'm sure you and Dan... yeah, we always try new things.
So since you guys are out of hiding,
what are your plans tonight? You should come to Eleanor's fashion show.
Oh, no. Actually, uh, we're- we're just gonna be doing dinner at the loft.
Vanessa's cooking up some, uh - private dinner, Hmm? Sounds romantic.
No, no. It's not-it's not like that. It's not like that.
We're just, you know, watching movies, cooking up some noodles.
Uh, it's kind of become our Saturday tradition.
Hmm.
Agnes, can you put your arms down, please?
Both arms.
Look, Agnes, I'm sorry for how everything went down.
I shouldn't have gone behind your back
and tried to cut you out of the fashion line.
I was gonna quit anyway. Those dresses were lame.
Agnes, I'm trying to apologize.
You trusted me, believed in me, and I betrayed you.
I was wrong. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry for torching your dresses.
Truth is, they were amazing.
Over it?
I missed you, bitch.
What is it?
Nothing.
Ugh. Well...
Truth is I was dating this guy named Damien,
and he was a lot of things, one of them being a dealer.
The sid to your Nancy.
That's awesome. What happened?
Well, when I didn't want to, uh...
Whatever with him,
he bailed. Now he just keeps texting me for his stupid pills.
Sweetie, you can't let him treat you like that.
I know, but whatever. Spin.
Hey, Damien?
It's Jenny's friend Agnes. What are you doing?
Yeah, she wanted me to call you to set up a swap.
We were thinking the Waldorf pop-up show?
Love it. Kiss. Agnes.
What? Chill out. This is your payback, okay?
He's gonna show up tonight. You're gonna wave the baggy
in front of his face and then flush it down the toilet.
No one gets hurt, and you get to show him who's boss.
Gotta take back your pride, babe.
All right. I'll admit that's actually kind of brilliant.
We're total bitches.
Hey.
I want to do something special for Dan tonight.
Vanessa, I'm sorry. I hope I didn't make you feel--
no, not at all. You were right. Noodles and movies?
I mean, I just don't want it to feel like
his one-millionth dinner with the same girl he's
known his whole life. Two words--role-play.
You know, that's- that's not a terrible idea.
Why don't you do a date night
inspired by one of his favorite films?
He would definitely not be expecting that.
Hey, so, uh, I'll see you at the loft at 6:00?
6:30 maybe.
Okay.
Oh, my God. What's wrong?
We, uh, we have to find Chuck.
You hate it?
I had forgotten how talented you are.
I want to close with this.
And after the show is over,
you and I need to have a talk about finding you
a more permanent position with Waldorf designs.
Yeah. Wow. Eleanor, thank you so much.
Yeah.
Treats were in your dresser, just like you said.
Grabbed this clutch to hide 'em.
Ohh! The eagle has landed.
Thank you, kali.
I'm sorry, Agnes...
I don't--I don't think I wanna go through with this.
It's just that it's the first time in weeks
that I've been able to not think about Damien
and the first time in even longer that I've actually been happy.
I don't know I just really forgot how much I love this,
and I don't want to do anything to mess it up, you know?
I'll just text Damien and, uh,
tell him to forget it, okay? It's okay. I get it.
I was just trying to help out an old friend.
Chuck?
Are you okay?
Hey. What's going on?
It would appear we've all been players in a Jack bass plot.
The reappearance of my mother, the lawsuit--
it's all been part of an elaborate ruse
to get me to sign over my hotel to Elizabeth.
You have to admire his handiwork.
Have you spoken to your lawyers? There's gotta be a way.
It turns out my lawyer was in on it.
Regardless, a suit to regain control would take months,
in which time Jack would have bankrupted the hotel,
making it easy pickings for whatever vultures he has lined up.
My only hope is to talk to Elizabeth alone,
convince her to sign the hotel back over to me.
What makes you think she's gonna do that?
This isn't her idea. Jack has something on her.
I just need to figure out what. I'll call you.
And all this time, we thought
Chuck got his dark side from his father.
Maybe his mother's the one that's evil. If she is his mother.
The story Elizabeth told me- how do we even know it's true?
Chuck did a d.N.A. Test. It was his guy at the N.Y.P.D.
Yeah, I know, but he probably sent it out to a lab.
I mean, I wouldn't put it past Jack bass to fake it.
Well, whatever the truth is, Chuck isn't ready to hear it.
In the meantime, I have to get ready for a fashion show.
It's in 2 hours, and I have 30 friends coming.
What? What friends?
Excuse me. Miss brandeis? Can I help you?
I'm dorota.
Uh, miss Blair would like to know, uh,
what is your hourly
and if you have any friends, like, 30?
30?
Hey, Jenny, can you help me get these racks downstairs? Yes.
Oh, don't worry. I can watch your stuff. Thanks. Okay.
Careful, j. The show's about to start,
and it looks like Eleanor's line
is going to bring a whole new meaning to high fashion.
Like taking candy from a baby.
Helen, thank you so much for coming.
Storey, you look adorable.
B., I know what Chuck said, but shouldn't we-- do nothing.
He says he wants to handle it on his own. We let him.
You don't think it's killing me?
Oh, my God. Brandeis is here. Finally.
Serena. Brandeis.
How's Congressman Wade?
He's polling very well these days. Okay, so there's your target--
the guy over there talking to my mom--ed conwell.
And remember, you guys are my
b.F.F.S from N.Y.U., so-- we got it, Blair.
We're closed for businessmen.
What? My mother said she wanted me
to pack the crowd with wholesome American girls.
So you hired escorts?
Shh. B., you couldn't just
tell your mom you don't have friends at N.Y.U.?
Prostitutes are people, too,
and they have a lot of disposable income.
?Between two lungs ?
?It was released ?
Who are you?
Good evening, Daniel.
Hungry?
* the sigh that blew...*
hey, this is, um, this is just like...
"Rear window." I know.
Come on, people.
Trish, the girls look great. Are they ready?
Show's in five minutes. Agnes, where did you get that?
What? It's not like you're gonna do anything with it.
It's just a little party.
What about your 90 days?
Look, I need the waldorfs of the world
to think that I'm working a program so I can get hired.
Okay, well, I'm not gonna let you risk ruining
the entire show. What are you gonna do?
Waltz up to Eleanor and tell her
that your drug dealer dumped your virgin ass
and now the rest of her models are high on his stash?
I will tell Eleanor exactly what happened.
You know, this is my second chance.
And you might not want to change your life,
but I certainly want to change mine.
Oh, Eleanor, I need to tell you something.
No. No, not now, Jenny. The show-- it's--it's about to start.
Come on. Get the girls in line. But, Eleanor, I--
my goodness, getting models to do anything,
it's like herding cats. Yes? Yes, but I really--
Jenny, go. You know, I think
it's time for little j. To say good night.
I thought you wanted to wait till the after party.
No. Let's put her to bed early.
I thought I was being taken to the empire.
Elias and a few other employees are still loyal.
I don't know how much my Uncle has promised you,
but I'll double it if you give me my hotel back.
Oh, Chuck, this was never about money.
Then what does Jack have on you?
'Cause it must be something for you to do all this. I love him.
I know it's very difficult for you to understand--
Jack isn't capable of love. He is using you.
He is stealing my hotel and then he will leave you.
I know he's not perfect,
but he understands me.
He doesn't judge me.
Underneath it all, he's a kind, loving person.
What kind of loving person
would convince you to do this to me?
When we started the game, I told myself...
That you were just a stranger.
But I didn't know how much I'd come to care for you.
So help me.
Give me back my hotel.
I can't.
I'm sorry. You're sorry? That's it?
I need Jack.
And I believe he needs me, too.
He--he loves me.
If you believe that...
Then you deserve whatever happens next.
Wow. I didn't realize Blair had so many friends at N.Y.U.
Yeah. Though at $300 an hour, they don't come cheap.
Oh, it's Chuck. Hey.
I couldn't get through to Elizabeth. Well, what happened?
She thinks she loves Jack. It's over.
The empire's gone.
I don't know. Um, what do you say, brandeis?
About five minutes? Uh, yeah.
Five minutes. Maybe not. Hey,
can you get Jack to Eleanor's fashion show?
So? Uh, it was great. It was great.
I'm not really a shellfish kind of guy.
The little middle green parts kinda, you know,
but the wine- the wine was amazing.
Montrachet, just like... what grace Kelly brought Jimmy Stewart.
That's right, yeah. But a part of you wishes we'd had ramen.
No. No. What? No. No, no.
Seriously, Vanessa, this was-- this was amazing.
In fact, I got you a little surprise.
The student union is running a mizoguchi marathon tonight.
That sounds amazing, but I thought we'd do
something different tonight, break out of our rut.
Our rut? We... We just started dating.
What do we do now that we didn't do when we were friends?
Are you--are you serious?
Obviously, besides that.
All right, is this what that whole "good evening, Daniel"
bit over there was all about?
I was just trying to put a little mystery in our relationship...
But if you'd rather just do the same old thing,
then... hey! Oh, no. I'm sorry.
I was just gonna pick up my 12-string.
No, why don't you stay? I made dessert.
No. This is clearly a date. You don't want it to be like
every other night the three of us hang out.
Really? Because that sounds exactly like what Dan wants.
What's going on?
I-I'm not sure.
Don't you just love the line?
Everybody looks good in it,
even the people who shop in your store.
The clothes speak for themselves,
but, unfortunately, our stores will never carry
your mother's line if this is the type of clientele
that will be attracted to conwell's.
What? It attracts all kinds. Everyone is here.
Yeah, I can see that.
Apparently...
Even prostitutes.
Hey, Jenny.
Eleanor wanted to congratulate you on a great show
and say thanks for all your hard work. Aw, thank you.
Last year she congratulated me herself with a toast.
Well, you deserve it.
We hear Eleanor's show brought down the house.
Did you give her one or two?
Three.
Sounds like a night to remember... if you can.
Aw, what's the matter, j.?
Champagne go to your head?
Did you put something in my drink?
You know, ever since I saw you at Eleanor's,
all I could think about was payback for last year.
Then Damien's party favors just happened to fall into my lap.
What, did you think I was gonna stand around all day
and watch Eleanor kiss your ass?
You know, I was gonna have my own fashion line.
Things were gonna change for me. And then you had to go ahead
and do it all your way.
So here's to you, j. Cheers.
Nate, I heard my nephew's ready to cry Uncle.
Where is he?
You can wait by the bar.
Now we just need Jack to be Jack.
Vanessa, this is fantastic. I didn't realize you made flan.
I got the recipe off the Internet.
Oh. Did you do something to your hair?
Excuse me.
Son, I have to tell you,
this date is a disaster. What's going on?
She has this idea that we're stuck in a rut,
and she's trying to break us out of it.
A rut? You just started dating.
Yeah. I-I-I know. Look,
the two of you just need to talk this through.
She's Vanessa. You're Dan. You guys are best friends.
Did she just leave? Mm-hmm.
You whore and a half.
You couldn't just keep it in your pants?
Conwell was about to buy my mother's junior line until you--
Blair, I didn't cruise Mr. conwell.
Then how does he know... You're a prostitute?
He doesn't. He knows Julian is.
He's supposed to see him tonight, in fact.
Julian and conwell party every time he flies into town.
I'm really sorry, Blair.
We had no idea there'd be clients here tonight.
It was a total surprise.
I bet it was.
Brandeis, my apologies.
I'll be right back.
Mr. conwell, a moment!
Your special friend, Julian,
wanted you to know that he's running a little late tonight.
Blair, I-I have a family.
So do I, Mr. conwell.
And when you love your family, like we both do,
you never want to see them get hurt or disappointed.
What's that?
You want to take another look at my mother's line?
Of course you can.
So we photograph Jack with a couple of hookers
and then show it to Elizabeth?
Yes, and then she signs the empire back to Chuck.
Okay.
You've only got one shot.
Evening.
Serena. Nate.
This is Jessica and bethany.
Were you hoping to catch me in a compromising position?
A little High School, don't you think?
Leave the plotting to the experts.
Bethany, what were you saying about sustainable energy?
I'm gonna call Chuck.
I'll find Blair.
Wait! Wait. This little one's not going home just yet,
we're gonna go see if we can get this girl laid.
Pile in, bitches.
Spotted--little j. Passing out in a taxi.
Jenny?
Hey! Jenny!
Uh-oh. Looks like somebody better call the fashion police.
Is this where the bachelor party is?
Yeah. You here to join us? Me? No.
But, uh, my friend here- she's ready to party.
Make sure you guys show her a good time.
Thank you, Amy.
This is my first review for " teen vogue."
I'm very excited.
Mother!
Bye, Eleanor. What?
Great news. Eleanor.
Mr. conwell. I just wanted
to tell you that conwell's would be honored
to call itself your exclusive retailer.
That is marvelous news, isn't it, Blair?
Congratulations. Yes.
Of course we need to make a few alterations--
uh, hemlines, necklines. You understand.
We could certainly discuss it. Is that all?
And we'd like to change the name.
"Eleanor waldorf" sounds a bit uppity and new york-ish.
Excuse me.
For the last 28 years, every piece of clothing I have sewn
has carried the name "Eleanor Waldorf."
My clothes are me.
My store is me.
Manhattan is an island in more ways than one.
What works for you and yours
doesn't necessarily translate to me and mine.
Mr. conwell, I think you're forgetting about something or someone.
Blair. I want to thank you for your time,
but I do not think I will be doing business with conwell's.
Enjoy your flight back to salt Lake.
Mother, what are you doing? We could close this.
No. It was a stupid idea to begin with.
I don't know what I was thinking.
I would rather lose the deal than lose myself.
Never hide who you are- you remember that, Hmm?
Everyone at N.Y.U. Hates me.
What?
I have minions, of course, but...
They're hardly even worthy of the name.
No, I-I-I don't understand.
What about all your friends from school?
They'll be anyone's friend... For the night.
I was scared to tell you about N.Y.U.
Because I didn't want you to be disappointed in me.
I did everything to try and fit in,
but I hate it there.
Ohh.
My girl.
One of the things that make Waldorf women so special
is that we don't fit in everywhere.
But I don't feel like I fit in anywhere.
That's 'cause you haven't found the right place yet. You will.
All right, one more round and we're out of here.
Maybe I should stay and, uh, take care of blondie. No. No.
We'll tell the bartender to call her a cab.
All right, first, shots!
Hello?
Hey. Where are you? I've been calling you for-- Nate?
Um, I don't know where I am.
I feel sick.
Okay, Jenny, hold on one second.
Listen, just stay put.
All right, I'm coming to get you.
Hurry, please.
Can we talk?
So, uh,
look, what happened tonight?
Don't you worry that we do all the same stuff we did
when we were best friends? We go to movies,
we play scrabble with Rufus,
we go to coffee shops and make fun of people.
We are the exact same. Yeah, well, except--
yes, I know. We have sex. But I just wanted to do something
to say, hello, we're more than friends with benefits.
No, I was going to say except, uh, it's not the same.
And if you give me a chance, I want to take you
on the most romantic second first date
you've ever had.
Where?
Well, that's, uh, that's a surprise.
I hope you didn't bring me here
to gloat over your boyfriend's loyalty.
Chuck, I called you because...
This afternoon, I didn't have the courage to tell you
that I... I signed the hotel over to Jack.
Seeing you made me realize what I'd done,
and--and so then I told him he had to make a choice--
me or the hotel.
And what did my Uncle say?
My flight to Zurich leaves at 10:00.
I wanted to say good-bye.
I'm sorry.
I tried.
Stay...
Not for Jack or the hotel.
Stay for me.
I already lost my mother once.
Chuck...
I'm...
Not your mother.
I don't know if your real mother is alive or not,
but I'm sure she loved you very much
and that she's nothing like me.
You're right.
Because my real mother could never have done to me what you did.
Andy better be calling that chick a cab, man.
That girl looked about 12.
Hey. Where is she?
Want to get out of here? I live real close. Come on.
Where's Nate? Is Nate your boyfriend?
No. 'Cause he really shouldn't have left you. Ooh.
No, I don't...
Jenny.
Who the hell are you? Get off her.
I was helping her. Yeah, sure you were.
It seems chivalry isn't dead after all.
Lucky for this damsel in a dress,
some things never go out of fashion.
How you feeling?
Steadier. How do I look?
I don't want to worry my dad.
Yeah, just, um, play the exhausted card, okay?
Hey. How was the show?
I thought you'd be back a little sooner.
Yeah. Sorry I'm late. The show was great, though.
Yeah, there were no cabs, so I just figured I'd walk her back.
Yeah. I'm so tired. Um, I'm just gonna crash.
But thank you so much, dad. I love you.
Thanks for seeing her home. Oh, yeah.
Good night.
So I finally told my mom about N.Y.U..
B., I'm very proud of you for telling your mother the truth.
Why? What good does the truth ever do?
My mother can't help me make friends.
Excuse me. Aren't you Blair Waldorf?
Yes. Sorry to bother you.
But we're freshmen at Columbia and, well...
We thought you were dead.
We haven't read about you on "Gossip Girl" in forever.
What? You read "Gossip Girl"?
Of course. Everyone at Columbia does.
Wow.
I-I love your louboutins.
But...
The bow goes on the right.
Oh. Thank you. Bye.
S., what do you know about Columbia?
Hey, you forgot your purse.
You okay?
What's wrong with me?
Nothing is wrong with you.
What are you talking about?
Like, how did I end up here?
Jenny, look at me.
Okay, things...
Haven't exactly been so easy for me either.
Now...
I'm with Serena, and I'm so happy.
Things will turn around for you, too.
Yeah.
What if you're wrong, Nate? What if everything we just--
it's Eleanor.
"Great job today. You're hired.
Lunch tomorrow."
Okay. Oh, my God.
See?
And I-I hope you learn from this, okay,
mostly that I'm always right.
Yeah. Okay.
Oh, God, Nate, thank you so much for tonight.
Yeah. Thank you.
You're welcome.
Here. Try the bryndza. Come on, swap.
The, uh, the cabbage is my second favorite.
So this was your big romantic date,
having pierogies delivered to my dorm room?
Tell me you're not having fun. No, I am,
but this isn't a date. This is what we always do.
I know, yeah, except now we get to do this.
And that's called being friends with benefits.
No. No, because for me,
the benefit is that even though we're--
we're doing the same things that we used to do--eating pierogies
and going to see "ugetsu" for the sixth time--
we've only seen it four times.
Well, right now-- now...
I get to do them with you as my girlfriend,
which is why just sitting here with you
is the most romantic date I can imagine.
Humphrey, you just earned yourself some extra benefits.
If you are what you wear,
you better dress the part you want.
A few lucky ladies can do no wrong.
Their look's perfection,
and they've got accessories to match.
* I've come 500 miles *
* just to see a halo *
but most girls get tired of the same old look,
and they'll do just about anything
to get the hot new piece on their arm.
* when you give a man luck *
* he must fall in the sea *
and then there are those with no vision of their own--
thieves of fashion who'll steal the shirt off your back.
* falling down *
did you change your mind?
Mm, I was hoping you changed yours.
Perhaps you need to see the view from up here.
People really do look like ants.
How did I ever love you?
Fair question.
But if love won't tempt you, how about money?
I'm leaving,
and I don't want anything.
Where are you gonna go?
You destroyed your relationship with your son.
Who else do you have besides me?
I told Chuck I wasn't his mother
and that he deserves someone better than me.
I'll warn you--
you're taking off just when it's about to get fun.
I'm starting over.
I'm going to try to be the person I forgot.
And always remember, appearances can be deceiving.
* go on down, see that wrecking ball *
* come swinging along *
let's go.
* everyone knew that hotel was a goner *
* they broke all the windows *
* they took all the door knobs *
* falling down *
Chuck. Are you okay?
What happened?
Elizabeth?
Is dead to me.
She's gone. And the hotel?
Oh, lost.
Oh, Chuck...
What?
Sorry?
Don't be.
I'm not.
I've come this far without my mother.
I'm not backing down now.
Well...
If it's a war Jack wants, then it's a war he'll get.
But whatever you wear, always dress to kill.
X.O.X.O., Gossip Girl.
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