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into the scandalous lives of Manhattan's elite.
The truth is I was jealous.
You're the star of Dan's book.
Do you live in this building?
No, I work here. Can I help you find something?
I'm looking for my ex-girlfriend, Ivy Dickens.
Ivy?
Max.
I'm here with someone,
and I should really go find her.
Her name's Serena.
Serena Van Der Woodsen?
What happened to your date?
My date stood me up.
The only way for Blair to move on
is if she thinks I never will.
I had to kiss her to set her free.
I just found out you were taking money
to reveal information about me.
Chuck destroys everything, and he'll never change.
But what's scaring me is that you're changing into him.
No, Louis, you should go on your trip.
Besides, a few days apart would be good for us.
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A shower is supposed to make you feel fresh and clean,
but on the Upper East Side,
they're where I get the most dirt.
And B.'s bridal shower tonight promises to be
an absolutely filthy affair.
The only two people left off the list--
Number one...
Honestly, a mutt?
No wonder Blair chose Louis over you.
Totally right call, B.T.-Dubs,
'cause you are so the opposite of royalty.
Still, how royally miffed are you
that you weren't even invited to the shower tonight?
Girls, I have been trying very hard lately to be good.
Yet I don't feel the slightest pang of guilt
unleashing my attack dog right now.
And I should warn you.
He's trained to go after fake Prada.
Good boy, monkey.
"As for number two? In high school,
"D. got left off the list because no one knew who he was.
"Now it's because they know too well.
"Looks like lonely boy needs to change his name
to 'Banished boy.'"
Yeah. Really, guys? Thank you for the support.
Well, listen, I mean, at least they're still talking about you.
If they weren't, I'd start worrying.
Well, that might happen soon, since "Inside" is off
the best sellers list.
But the rest of the book tour went better, right?
Yeah, it did. It did much better.
I mean, my hand's still kinda sore
from having to sign all those copies.
See? Just give it time. Things will turn around.
Charlie, how are you feeling?
Fine, thanks. Hi, Dan.
Hey.
What's with her?
I should go talk to her. Oh, uh, Rufus,
the table and linen delivery people
are gonna be here any second.
I can't believe I agreed to throw a party
we aren't even able to attend.
You are such a good mom.
Thank you.
Well, I think I'll pass on watching you guys set up
for a party that I'm not invited to.
Who is it?
Someone completely undeserving or your love and affection.
I come bearing gifts... every perfume
Santa Maria Novella has to offer.
Feel free to bash the imperial lavender
over my head if you'd like.
That won't be necessary.
I know I did some really stupid things
before I left, but I've come back a better man.
I promise you.
I believe you.
And I'm glad because I need you to be
your best prince charming at our shower tonight.
What are all these?
Hostess presents for Serena.
I had some pieces flown in
from her favorite antique store in Paris.
It's the least I could do to say thank you
for whatever perfect evening she has planned for us.
They're beautiful.
But how--how do you know it's going to be perfect?
Because Serena's my best friend,
and she knows what I like better than anybody.
I'm sure it'll be a lovely party.
But? What--what are you saying?
Nothing. It's just, I've done some thinking while I was gone,
and I'm starting to wonder if your friends
really have your best interests at heart.
Hey, thanks for coming by on a Saturday.
I really appreciate it.
I know I've been critical of some of the choices
you've made in the past,
but I couldn't be more proud
of everything you accomplished here.
Hmm. Well, I'm working hard.
And I have to say,
it feels good to have gotten this far on my own.
Nate, I need you to approve the layout
for the new style section.
And who might this be?
My grandfather, William Van Der Bilt.
This is my boss, Diana Payne.
Oh, it's a pleasure, Diana.
I'm very impressed by your whole organization.
Congratulations.
I couldn't do it without your grandson.
He's our rising star.
Nate, the graphic department's waiting.
All right.
I'll see your grandfather out.
All right.
Thank God!
Why haven't you returned any of my calls?
I'm totally freaking out.
What's going on?
Uh... Diana fired me.
My ex-boyfriend just shows up out of nowhere.
I feel like the truth is gonna come out any second
if I don't just leave right--
Listen to me. You can't go anywhere.
If you disappear, Cece could cut off my trust for good.
Sorry, but that's your problem.
Actually, it's your problem,
because if the money stops, then I have nothing to lose,
and I'll make sure whatever happens to me
happens to you, too.
I didn't get mad when you didn't want to move out of here.
I didn't get upset
when you didn't want to convert to catholicism.
That has nothing to do with my friends.
Yes, it does.
It's about the sacrifices you make for your partner.
And what have you sacrificed?
You spent your whole trip bonding with your family,
who hates me.
They're my family, Blair.
But I've created some much needed distance
between me and them, and I think you should
do the same with your so-called friends.
This just in. We hear B. took a paternity test
to find out which daddy makes three.
See? This is exactly
the type of thing I'm talking about.
You think someone I know sent that?
Your friends know no loyalty.
Each one rats out the next,
and you and I get sucked right into it.
My friends and I have grown up.
We're not like that anymore.
Whoever sent that is clearly from your bloodline--
namely your sister Beatrice.
As if she would do that right after we made up.
This was one of your friends,
and I'll prove it to you.
Hmm, well, good luck, because I happen to know
my friends always have my back. Serena?
I know you're busy with something for tonight,
but I really need your help.
Sorry, B., can't talk. Too much work. Later!
I don't appreciate
you just turning up unannounced like that.
Would you mind telling me what's going on?
I was about to ask you the same thing.
I woke up this morning to find a big picture of you
in "The New Yorker," with Nate in the corner
as "the man by your side."
It's supposed to be the other way around, remember?
Sorry. I don't control every publication in New York.
My goal was to remake Nate, not to make you a star.
It's time for you to step aside,
give him "The Spectator."
What? That wasn't part of the deal.
Nate's got talent, but he's still green.
He's just not ready.
Since I am the majority investor in this entire operation,
it's within my power to fire you and put him in charge.
All I need is another month to achieve my goal.
That's too long.
You have three days,
or you're out of a job.
Humphrey, you lost? What are you doing here?
I thought since you're the only other person
not invited to Blair's shower,
we could hang out today.
What did you have in mind?
A trip to the IFC Center to catch a film no one's heard of,
then to Shakespeare & Company to see
who's not buying your book?
No, see, you're the new and improved Chuck Bass.
I thought... you could help me overhaul my own image.
You're willing to get a haircut and change your clothes?
No.
Then I'm not sure what I can do.
Fine. Then just make the day go away.
I-I-I will--I will do whatever wildly offensive thing
you can think of.
You've persuaded me.
So these two can go over there.
Excuse me.
Sorry. I'm looking for someone named Ivy.
Yeah, she's probably with the caterers.
Excuse me? Be careful. That's Lalique.
We got another boxful.
No, sorry.
I think some people here might call her "Charlie."
But I've always known her as "Ivy Dickens."
Seems Charlie's in hot water...
And she's about to get burned.
Um, I'm a little confused here. Charlie, help me out?
Okay.
I never wanted to have to tell you this, but...
for some time now,
I've been pretending to be...
Ivy Dickens.
Huh? I don't understand.
My mom never wanted me to grow up
with the burden of the Rhodes name.
She claimed it ruined her whole life.
People made all kinds of assumptions about her,
used her for her money.
She just never wanted that to happen to me.
So... she made me change my name.
And you know what? I was happy to,
because... then...
I knew people like you, Max,
really liked me for me.
You just never know who you can trust
or what people's true motives are.
You know?
I knew your mother was behind this.
This is just classic Carol.
Last spring, when I said I went to visit my family,
I really was.
I just never told you who they were.
We've got a big problem.
I just talked to the board, and they said
we're not getting enough eyeballs to the web site.
But our numbers are good. They're rising every day.
Not fast enough.
They said "Gossip Girl's" still getting more hits.
And unless we can find a way to top her in the next 72 hours,
I'm out of a job.
What?
Yeah.
Oh, that's--that's-- that's not fair.
I mean, these things take time.
Didn't they see "the new yorker"?
They gave me a deadline and a goal,
and I haven't met it. So you have any suggestions
for attracting more readers, and fast?
Serena's blog's getting some traction.
Maybe we can convince her to write something
a bit more personal.
Unless you have pictures of Serena
in bed with both "Hunger Games" boys,
that's not gonna cut it.
Well, then we gotta go straight to the source--
attack Gossip Girl directly.
Too bad we can't hack into her phone.
Well... keep me posted.
Whatever you could do,
I'll be forever grateful.
Hey, Eric, it's Nate. Listen, uh,
I have kind of a strange question for you.
I don't know
if you're ready to see what I want to show you,
but unfortunately, you and I have run out of time.
They're coming for you, Neo,
and I don't know what they're going to do.
At last.
Oh, this is awesome.
You should try this. No?
Welcome, Neo.
This is all awesome--
not just the bruschetta but the whole thing--
me, you, Keanu.
I never pegged you for a "Matrix" fan.
Something I learned early on--
never watch "A Clockwork Orange" when you're stoned.
Takes your mind to places it has no business going.
Like to Blair's shower tonight.
That is one thing I am not gonna think about--
like, not at all.
Nor should you.
I agree. I--you know, I could easily spend the rest of my life
obsessing over why Serena didn't invite me to the party.
I mean, she--she--she really should have invited me
to the party.
It's like she wants me to stay an outsider
for the rest of my life. First she kills my movie,
and then she kills my social life.
Have you ever thought it might be your own fault?
No.
Humphrey, you wrote an entire novel about being an outsider.
It's how you define yourself.
But if that's not who you wanna be anymore,
the only person who can change that is you.
What you need to do is stop with the neurotic navel-gazing...
And start being like our friend Neo here--
a man of action.
And it just so happens that action and her friend
are begging you to take them into Nate's bedroom
while I take monkey for a stroll.
Hi.
Serena has been so tight-lipped about the preparations,
I haven't a clue what to wear.
Should I be ladylike in De La Renta,
avant-garde in Alaia,
or magnificent in McQueen? What?
You know we can't tell you anything.
We're sworn to secrecy.
What is this, "The Help"?
I will not tolerate this insubordination.
Are you her minions or mine?
J-just give me a hint
as to the size of the gathering and the level of formality,
just so I don't show up overly fabulous,
if there is such a thing.
Actually, Serena's been so slammed with work and her blog,
she hasn't had time to plan anything elaborate.
So it's going to be a rather... intimate affair.
Intimate?
Mm-hmm.
Okay.
Yes. Dress casual.
Um, I think the line from the Evite was "Jeans Okay."
Casual?
Jeans. Evite?
She's really playing up this whole "People's Princess" angle.
Oh.
Uh...
I'm sure she at least got a decent caterer--
Jean-Georges? Michael White?
I'd settle for Batali if I had to.
I think she's doing Greek food... like gyros.
From some fancy food truck parked next to dozens
of other fancier food trucks.
From the cart on 59th and Lex.
Just like the street food you had
on your first date with Louis.
It's an homage.
Oh, my God!
I know. But what else could we do?
She's your maid of honor.
If you'll excuse me,
I've gotta go kill myself...
Or max out my credit card, whichever comes first.
Hey.
Where's your laptop?
Right here. Why?
Okay, I'm about to send you something right now.
Check this out.
Nate, what is this?
It's a web page I created with every single e-mail
anyone's ever sent to Gossip Girl
up until an hour ago.
How did you get this?
Jonathan.
Remember when he and Eric hacked into "Gossip Girl"?
Well, I asked if he could do it again.
Okay, so what are you gonna do with it?
Upload it to "The Spectator" site.
If people know Gossip Girl's not confidential,
they'll stop sending her tips, and without informants,
she'll die a slow death,
leaving "The Spectator"
New York's foremost scandal site.
We get new readers, and Diana gets to keep her job.
It's a win-win.
But for Diana. But think of everyone else you care about.
Literally, everyone we know sent something in,
including...
Oh, my God.
Nate, I just typed my name in,
and literally, like, a thousand e-mails popped up.
Serena, you and I both wanna take down Gossip Girl.
This will do it.
You cannot upload this to "The Spectator."
I'm sorry. Is, uh, is everything okay?
Yeah, everything's fine.
All right.
Who was that?
Just Louis.
Look, Nate, you need to put your feelings for Diana aside
and think of the ramifications for releasing this.
This would do way more harm than good.
But it's our smoking gun.
That's gonna shoot you, me,
and all of our friends in the foot.
Promise me you won't show this to anyone,
especially Diana.
Okay, fine, I won't show Diana.
What won't you show me?
So...
This is what my real life is like.
I'm... sorry I lied to you, Max.
It's what I wanted to tell you
when I bumped into you last week.
Well, at least I finally get it. All this time I was worried
it was something I did that drove you away.
No! You were great. You've always been great.
Look, Ivy--
I-I'm sorry. I mean, Charlie.
My feelings haven't changed.
And now that I know why you did what you did,
maybe we could give our relationship another chance.
Max, the truth is, after all this lying,
I just need some time alone to figure out my real self.
You know what I mean?
Not really, no.
I do love you.
And, um...
I wanna prove it to you.
You... have always talked about moving out to Portland
to start your own restaurant.
That's your dream.
Now I can help make that happen.
How?
Since money isn't really an issue in my family,
I could... give you something to help you get started.
Would $50,000 be enough?
I-Ivy...
And then in a couple of months,
I could come and join you.
You'd really do that for me?
I'd do anything for you.
You know, it's... getting really late,
and I have to get ready for my girlfriend's shower,
so let's meet tomorrow before you go,
and I can give you the money then.
Okay? Sounds good? Yeah.
It was very nice to meet you, missus...
Humphrey. You, too, Max. Will I be seeing you again?
I hope so. That's a great photo.
Oh, thank you.
Sadly, it's the only real family portrait that I have.
Did you ever meet Charlie's mother Carol in Florida?
That's her mom? Yeah.
You know, I-I think I will be seeing you again.
Real soon. Good.
Uh-oh, Charlie. Your mother of a lie
is about to get you stuck in one big parent trap.
Nate, I can't believe it. This is exactly what we need.
I know, but we can't release it.
Why? It's the answer to all our problems.
I'm doing it.
Hey, look, I talked it over with Serena,
and I just think she's right.
It's too destructive to our friends.
Destructive to your friends or to you?
I think you're just trying to save your ass
so people don't see all the salacious things
you've sent in to "Gossip Girl."
Okay, honestly, I hadn't even thought of that.
I'm sure. Why don't we just see
how many of your friends you've betrayed over the years?
You've never sent anything in to her?
Guess not. Just not who I am.
You really are a good, honest man, aren't you?
I didn't think anyone like you exited anymore.
Oh, we're a very rare breed.
That's why when you find one of us,
you gotta hold on real tight.
Okay. You've convinced me.
So you're not gonna release it?
Mnh-mnh.
What about you and your job and "The Spectator"?
I'll figure something out.
So... I've just got a few things to finish up here.
All right.
We need to talk.
Hi, Blair. You getting excited for tonight?
Of course. We all know how much I love souvlaki.
Who told you? It was supposed to be a secret.
Well, it's not. Is Serena there? She's not picking up her cell.
No, she's out getting the dessert for the party--
Hawaiian shaved ice with all the best flavors,
including everyone's favorite--
Tutti Frutti.
Don't worry. I promise it will be a night that you never forget.
Oh, I'm sure about that.
Isn't it a little mean,
you and all of Blair's friends are
messing with her about tonight?
Well, it might be the only event in Blair's entire life
where she's not in control.
What about you?
How was it reconnecting with your old friend,
or should I say old boyfriend?
Do you plan to see him again?
No. He took off back to Florida.
I'm sorry that you had to find out
about the "Ivy" thing like that.
I'm the one that's sorry--
sorry your mother put you through that.
I hope you know you have family that cares about you,
and you can always be your true self with us.
Thank you.
Come on, ladies. I didn't hire you to watch movies.
Unless you wore my friend out already.
We tried, but he wouldn't stop complaining
about some girl named Serena and
wanting to be a man of action.
So when he mentioned something about a shower,
we were like, "Yeah,"
but then he never came in to join us.
And by the time we got out, he was gone.
It's important to be careful about what you tell others.
What are you doing in here?
Well, I was just going to check some e-mails
until you finished getting dressed, mon ami.
I don't want you to get a big head about this,
but perhaps you were right
that my friends don't have quite my best interests at heart.
Why? What happened?
My shower.
Doesn't sound like they're thinking of me at all.
You said I need to create some distance,
but... maybe the distance is already there.
How could it not be,
when they say such terrible things behind your back?
Ugh. I'm not talking about "Gossip Girl."
Oh. I hadn't realized what time it was.
We're gonna be late for our own shower.
Come on. Let's go.
Dorota, we're leaving!
Call down to Jimmy to get our car.
Because sometimes your words can come back to haunt you.
It can happen to anybody, even me.
Louis, look, it's a Tiffany's party.
This isn't casual at all. It's elegant, witty. It's...
It's you.
Surprise! Oh, my gosh.
Oh, Serena! This is above and beyond
anything I ever dreamed of.
Come on. You deserve it.
No freakin' way.
What is it? What's going on?
Did somebody famous die?
Excuse me? Could I have everyone's attention, please?
I'm not usually one for speeches,
but I have to say how lucky I am to have Blair Waldorf
as my best friend.
I may be the maid of honor,
but the true honor is just knowing you, B.
There is simply no one like her,
no matter how hard some of you try.
Congratulations to the beautiful bride.
You have become the strong, confident princess
I always knew you would.
I love you so much and wish you and your prince
nothing but happiness.
Cheers. Cheers.
And one more thing.
We have a surprise for all the ladies tonight.
We'll be handing out boxes.
Most of us will open ours to find it empty,
but one lucky lady will have a diamond ring inside.
But you have to wait until I say so to open it.
Enjoy.
Oh, thank you so much.
I hope you guys didn't mind my joke.
Oh, we didn't hear your speech. We've been too busy reading.
Sorry.
Hi.
Okay.
Yeah. I'm--as you can tell by my casual attire,
I'm--I'm crashing this party, but...
But it's only because I needed to stop whining,
start becoming a man of action.
And a man of action wouldn't just do nothing.
A man of action would, uh, would show up
and finally confront the person he's been meaning
to have a conversation with for a very long time now.
I wouldn't expect you to understand what I'm saying.
Who the hell are you people, anyway?
Must be friends of the groom.
Hey, I'm sorry I'm late. I'm on my way over right now.
I thought I told you not to post
the "Gossip Girl" sources web page.
I didn't.
Well, somebody did,
because there's a link to it on "The Spectator" right now.
What? Ohh. Diana. I can't believe she'd do this to me.
To you? To all of us. Get her to take it down.
Well, I can try,
but it's probably all over the Internet by now.
Just please fix it. I have to go do damage control
before Blair's entire shower is ruined.
All right, I'm on it.
No photos, please. I thought you saw the invitation.
Privacy concerns.
Why did you tell that?
I'm telling you, it wasn't me.
What else am I supposed to do?
I knew you couldn't stay away.
Believe it or not,
this is the last place I wanna be right now.
I'm not looking for trouble, just Dan Humphrey.
He's not very pleased with Serena right now,
and in his inebriated state, I'm not sure what he'll do.
Why don't you ask him?
I called you here because I saw a side
of your grandson today I hadn't fully seen before.
And here I was, pretty sure
that you've seen every side of him at this point.
He's not a boy anymore, William. He's a man,
and a good one at that, with a lot of integrity--
so much, in fact, that he inspired me
to summon you here and tell you that I was willing
to abandon my war with Gossip Girl to start a new war--
With you. Is that so?
I was planning to tell you that I've ended up
caring more about this paper and your grandson
than you ever will.
And then someone went off to Gossip Girl.
And that someone wasn't you.
No. But I'm pretty sure Nate won't believe me
when I tell him that.
Tell me what?
Thank you for... coming.
Did you see what Blair wrote about us?
Penelope?
Can you please tell me why people are not paying attention
to me right now?
'Cause last I checked, this was supposed to be my night.
Okay, everyone!
Now would be a great time to stop whatever it is you're doing
or looking at and open those Tiffany boxes!
Oh, my God!
Oh! Charlie!
I've never seen a ring like this before,
never mind owned one.
Which is why I should put it someplace safe. Thank you.
Excuse me.
What are you doing here?
I know the truth. You're Ivy Dickens.
The real Charlie Rhodes is in Florida.
We cannot have this conversation in here.
What would possess you to tell Gossip Girl
about my shrine to Nate?
Or my excess hair issues?
Or that time I went commando at communion?
Okay, okay, okay, it's fine, it's fine.
- We're leaving now. - Oh, you know what? Just...
Oh, please, you've all said more slanderous things...
- Excuse me. Excuse me. - ...than John Galliano after a couple cocktails.
Blair.
Oh, Dan. Oh, thank God. Someone who isn't mad at me.
Mm, that's not entirely true. I need to know the real reason
why you didn't invite me to this thing tonight.
'Cause I've been there for you when no one else was,
and I refuse to believe that it's about my book.
I mean, I didn't write a bad word about you
in the entire thing.
Ugh! You, too?
Doesn't anyone know what "not invited" means?
Is everything okay?
Not even close! Can you handle this?
All right. Okay.
Please stay. Enjoy some food.
Why did you do it, Serena?
Do what?
I saw the web page on your computer earlier.
Are you trying to sabotage Gossip Girl
just for the sake of your blog, or just destroy my night?
I created this night. I did it all for you.
You know, Louis was right.
None of us here are really friends.
We just pretend to be so we can get stuff
to talk about behind each other's backs.
B., I'll admit that I saw the web page,
but I had nothing to do with it coming out.
I actually did everything I could to stop it,
and I thought I succeeded.
Well, if you didn't do it, then who did?
Diana.
She and Nate and I are the only people
that saw the site. And Louis, but...
Sorry, B. Must be hard to keep your head above water
when your prince is causing everyone around you to drown.
Can someone please explain to me what's going on here?
I mean, are you two working together?
Have you been working together this whole time?
No, of course not. Diana asked me to meet her here.
We just started talking when you came in.
I'm as much in the dark as you are.
Diana, is this true?
As a matter of fact, I did call your grandfather.
After the board told me I was gonna lose my job
if I didn't do something fast,
I thought... maybe he'd want to invest.
And what about releasing
all of Gossip Girl's sources on the web?
Another desperate job-saving measure on my part.
After I told you how much it would hurt
the people I care about.
You looked me in the eye and acted like you understood.
It isn't personal.
It is to me.
Listen, Nate, I really care about--
Diana, I think I'd like to invest after all,
with one condition--
your resignation letter goes to the board with my check.
I suppose that is what's best for "The Spectator"...
And everyone else.
I'll start gathering my things.
Come on, Ivy. Tell me the truth.
Why does that woman think that she is your aunt?
Why does she think that you are the nice young woman
who played the queen of hearts
in our local production of "Alice in Wonderland"?
Yeah, I found this in a box of your things.
Look, I told you I'd get you the 50 grand.
I still can,
and then we can go away together.
Ivy, everything you say is a lie.
But the money is real.
Prove it.
Consider it a down payment.
Now please,
just stay away from me and my family,
and I'll get you the rest in the next couple of days.
Okay, Ivy. I'll make myself scarce.
Now go have fun with your family.
Really?
You're really going to make me sit here on the stairs with you?
Why don't you tell me why you antagonize Blair
at her own wedding shower?
I was just--I was just trying to take some action, man,
like you said, but it didn't work.
Let's be clear. I told you to get some ass,
not make one of yourself.
It wasn't until I saw you confronting Blair
that I realized I had it all wrong.
Wait. Had what wrong?
You're in love with her.
Nah. I'm--I'm in-- I'm in love... With Blair?
No, no, no, no. No, no. I'm--I'm not...
I'm not in love... with Blair.
You can blame it on your tell-all novel
or your perennial status as an outsider,
but we both know Blair doesn't care about any of that.
She follows her heart, and she chose Louis.
We both lost.
At least this time you have someone outside with you.
Now... can we please get you home
before someone sees me sitting here like this?
It was you who posted that page, wasn't it?
I was trying to show you what your friends are really like,
once and for all.
You should have shown me at home.
You wanted this to happen.
It was more important to prove your point
than our own shower.
You're not exactly innocent here.
I looked through some of those e-mails.
People say you and Chuck went to the theater
while I was gone.
I only did that so I could prove to Chuck he hadn't changed,
and in that case, you were actually right.
But I wasn't this time?
Beatrice sent out the blast about the paternity test, Louis.
Well, okay.
So that's one thing out of a million that--
Stop! Just... stop.
Do you see what we keep doing here?
All the fights and accusations-- It isn't my friends. It's us.
I thought we were better people than this.
But the only ones caught in a cycle are us.
The cycle created by your world in New York.
I don't think I can do this anymore.
You see those people leaving?
Why don't you join them?
I think I need time alone
to think about the future of our relationship.
Guess this shower's officially over,
and it looks like B.'s the one throwing in the towel.
I couldn't believe you would think I of all people
would release that information to the world.
Do you have any idea how many things I've sent in
to Gossip Girl over the years?
Well, I've checked, and...
I sent twice as many as you.
I knew in my heart you didn't send it.
Louis just put all these ideas in my head
that my friends were a destructive force.
But I think he's self-destructing,
and he's taking our relationship down with him.
What are you gonna do about it?
I don't know.
But promise me you won't tell anyone he's the one
who revealed Gossip Girl's sources.
I don't want everyone to hate him
as much as I do in this moment.
Of course, but can we talk about Chuck for a minute?
He just had to find some excuse
to crash the party tonight, didn't he?
What? He wasn't crashing. He was trying to stop Dan.
He was doing you a favor, believe it or not.
I thought you realized.
I just can't believe she'd go behind my back like that,
you know? I thought that... you know what? Forget it.
It doesn't matter what I thought.
Well, I know this is hard,
but this is a good lesson for you.
We're usually blinded
by the people that we care about the most.
But here's the good news-- with her leaving,
the stink will be off the paper,
which makes this a great investment opportunity.
Even after tonight?
Well, that's the best part.
I-I think her plan will actually work,
which means all of "Gossip Girl's" readers
will flock to us, or, rather, to you,
Mr. New Editor-in-Chief.
Congratulations.
You've earned it.
Max.
What are you doing here?
I'm sorry to surprise you. The doorman let me in.
Well, usually when a guy stands a girl up,
he doesn't show up at her house a week later.
Unless he's coming to apologize
and tell her that there has been a huge misunderstanding.
Why didn't he at least call?
'Cause the girl deserved more than that.
And the guy would like the option
to literally get down on his knees
and beg her to give him a second chance.
If you would have stopped talking
and just gotten on your knees,
I probably would have said yes, but..
I'll--I'll...
Stop, please.
I forgive you.
You do?
So that means you're willing to give me another shot?
One more, but use it wisely.
I plan to.
You shouldn't be so upset. Whether you did it or not,
you got what you wanted.
I just wish I didn't have to
destroy my relationship with Nate to do it.
He's young. He'll get over it,
and faster than if he found out the truth about you, too.
Which, by the way, is the only reason I fell on my sword
for you tonight.
Yeah, I figured.
It's better this way.
You should be thankful you're getting out now
before anyone discovered your secret.
Remember one thing, William.
If they find out about me,
they find out about you, too.
Loyal readers, I'd like to apologize to all of you
for the awful and embarrassing breach of security
that happened tonight.
In bad times like this, you have many options.
Hello, Ivy. Looks like I'm gonna be staying in New York
a little longer than I thought,
plus I'd like to have a little more cash
to play with while I'm here.
$50,000 isn't gonna cut it.
How about we up it to...
$500,000?
You can choose to go on the offensive
and come out swinging...
Or you can pack your bags and admit defeat...
Or you can drink yourself into oblivion
and hope it will all just go away.
Whatever I choose to do to win back your trust,
one thing is certain-- This is not the end between us.
You shouldn't be here.
I know. But I had to come.
You've really been good this whole time, haven't you?
'Cause try as you might to fight it,
you know you love me.
X.O.X.O., Gossip Girl.
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