Gossip Girl here.
Your one and only source into the scandalous lives
of Manhattan's elite.
My goal was to remake Nate, not to make you the star.
It's time for you to step aside,
which means that all her readers will flock to you,
Mr. New Editor-in-chief.
Ivy?
Max.
My ex-boyfriend just shows up out of nowhere.
The truth is gonna come out any second.
I'm looking for someone named Ivy.
I think some people here might call her "Charlie."
My mom never wanted me
to grow up with the burden of the Rhodes name.
I knew your mother was behind this.
Everything you say is a lie.
The money is real.
Just stay away from me and my family.
I forgive you.
So that means you're willing to give me a shot?
One more.
Can you please tell me
why people are not paying attention to me right now?
It was you who uploaded that page, wasn't it?
I was trying to show you what your friends are really like.
I think I need time alone
to think about the future of our relationship.
You've really been good this whole time,
haven't you?
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On the Upper East Side,
stayin' alive isn't as easy as it appears.
And after last week's security breach
leading to no new tips,
it looks like
I might be dancing with myself.
I've never seen so much lame before.
But grandma actually wore this?
Yes, and looked fabulous riding in on an elephant in it,
which is why the Studio 54 anniversary party
is in her honor... and Bianca Jagger's,
but we won't mention that to her when she arrives.
Bianca was a striver.
She could never outshine me no matter how little she wore.
Oh, mother! It's wonderful to see you.
Darling.
Charlotte.
Oh, New York agrees with you.
You look fabulous.
I just got off the phone with Ian Schrager.
He sends his love.
He said he's recreating the entire club
down to the moon and the spoon.
And I am going to wear that platinum jumpsuit
that prompted Ryan O'Neal to propose.
Oh!
Now that he's a widower, I put him on the guest list.
Speaking of which,
what did you decide to do about inviting Carol?
I thought I'd leave the drama this year up to Barry and Diane.
Yes, well, she does have a way of blowing things up.
I have all the family I need with you
and my two favorite granddaughters.
24 hours in the city that never sleeps.
Quite an accomplishment for my blog
and for you, country boy.
I grew up in Miami.
I was impressed by your moves at Bunker Hill.
I can't feel my feet,
and for once, I can't blame Alaia or Giuseppe.
Ah, I don't know those dudes.
I do know those 4AM soup dumplings
put David Chang to shame.
Momofuk-who?
And what about absinthe at Apotheke?
And the sunrise over the high line?
How can anyone not love New York?
Well, if you're not sick of me yet,
you wanna show me some more later today?
I would love to,
but I have this thing at Studio 54.
My grandma is the guest of honor,
which would shock you if you ever met her.
But, uh, I promised I'd pick up the cake.
Why would you trust an anonymous baker
when you have a master chef in your midst?
You could be my sous for the afternoon.
Could we cover ourselves in flour and lick spoons
and do other cute things?
That's a prerequisite.
Then I can't wait to don my chef whites.
I'll call you later.
Okay.
Oh.
Now that's what I like to see-- you writing again.
What is it? Sophomore novel? Short story?
Well, it's more like a rebuttal.
These online haters are like cockroaches.
You kill one, and then three more pop up in its place.
You're not seriously being the kind of author
that fights every negative review on Amazon?
I mean, people will think you've lost your mind.
Which is why I have Danfan,
the tireless online avatar I've created
to fend off critics.
Alessandra isn't returning my calls,
so I gotta fight this battle on my own.
That's it. I stayed quiet
while you crashed bridal showers and skipped out on book tours.
I was hoping with enough time and support that you'd realize
that even though your book didn't do as well as you hoped,
you still have your whole future ahead of you.
Being a shut-in is not bouncing back.
I was defending my honor.
It's time to leave "Inside" behind and go outside.
Cece's party's tonight. I expect you to be there.
Looks like I'm not the only one everyone despises.
Lonely boy's fans are slowly dwindling,
but his haters are going forth and multiplying.
My personal favorite?
@ihatehumphrey.
Why should I thank someone for a blender?
Do I look like the kind of girl who makes margaritas?
Oh, margarita sounds delicious.
But six month away at least.
Any correspondence from Mr. Louis?
No. I told you.
He's doing missionary work with Father Cavalia
in some nation without plumbing and waiting for my call.
But wedding still on?
Of course it is.
I still love Louis. I just want to marry
the sweet prince who returned my Vivier slipper
and made me believe in fairy tales,
not one of the Brothers Grimm.
Even Prince Charming can fall off horse.
But Louis still hasn't found his way back in the saddle.
Shocking for someone schooled in classical dressage.
I need this time apart to figure out
where Louis went wrong and right it.
Maybe he "Freaky Friday" with Mr. Chuck.
They struck by lightning at same time,
that's incredibly unsanitary.
But you may be on to the key to returning Louis' virtue.
I am?
Finish these.
No Polish parables.
I know I'm the new kid around here
and I'm gonna make some mistakes.
I just want you guys to know
that I'm not gonna resort to the kind of dirty tactics
that Diana used.
"Spectator" only publishes truth.
And yeah, sex sells, but if the story involves scandal,
it needs to be verified.
We have an opportunity to do things differently here.
So I'm around if anyone has any stories they'd like to pitch.
Thanks.
Nate?
I've got a lead
on a famous congressman's wife who's having an affair.
Well, we've heard that story a million times.
Do we have a new angle?
What was going on in Washington at the time?
Does the wife want to come clean? Dig deeper.
Before I do, you should know
the congressman is your cousin Trip Van Der Bilt.
You got my money yet?
I'm working on it.
I can't just walk into a bank and withdraw $500,000.
Well, in case you're lying,
like you do about everything else,
I found myself an insurance policy.
In fact, I'm dating her--
Serena Van Der Woodsen. Have you heard of her?
What?
Y-you can't date Serena.
Too late. And unless I get the money soon,
one of our dates will involve a bottle of champagne
and revelations about who you really are.
Uh, should I show her this playbill I keep in my pocket
before or after the caviar?
I told you. I just need a little more time.
Why can't you leave Serena out of it?
Because I'm having fun with her.
Listen...
The more she likes me, the more she trusts me,
and the more likely she is to believe me when I tell her
that Charlie Rhodes
is just a white trash wannabe named Ivy Dickens.
Well, don't let Lily see you together.
She knows our history,
and if she tells Serena that we used to date,
she'll get suspicious.
Don't worry.
I'm not gonna risk a lifetime of financial security
for brunch with the in-laws.
Hi. We have a problem.
Yeah, well, add this one to the list.
Max is dating Serena.
If you don't me to leave or get caught,
we have to pay him off immediately.
Except we don't have the money.
I just came from the bank.
Turns out my mother's added a security measure
to the account-- probably to punish me.
Any withdrawal over $50,000 requires her signature,
which she will never agree to if we ask.
We have to make her think it was her idea.
I barely know her, and she's not speaking to you.
The money is the only thing that will stop Max from outing me.
You keep Serena away from Max.
I will work on my mother.
Looks like I'm not the only one doing the hustle.
Perhaps I should feather my hair tonight.
I never really understood why it went out of fashion.
For you, mother.
From Ryan.
How thoughtful.
Although I prefer Vanda orchids.
Mm-hmm.
How about
lilies of the valley?
More like "Valley of the Dolls" now that you've arrived.
I am here to reconstruct,
not self-destruct. I promise.
To honor the guest of honor.
I hope my invitation was lost in the...
mail.
It's a lovely thought, but it wasn't.
So what do you really want?
Forgiveness.
If this is about my cutting off Charlie's funds...
I admit I made some mistakes in trying to protect her.
But she's forgiven me.
In fact, we're closer than ever.
Funny. She lives with me,
and this is the first I'm hearing of this.
Well, why else would she suggest I come for the party?
We're both hoping that Studio 54
would bring the Rhodes girls back together.
Well, you know, nothing makes me happier
than when my family gets along.
That is, if you both can do that.
Of course, mother. It's your night.
However, I will not tolerate
any outbursts or judgmental tantrums.
I am supposed to be the center of attention tonight,
and I'd like to keep it that way.
I promise.
Now let's get those flowers into some water.
Um, how could you be working
when you have a date to be discussed?
Spill!
Well, there's not much to say.
Max and I spent the whole night together,
wandering the city.
Is this the same Max
that was supposed to meet you at "Sleep No More"?
Yes, but if I wouldn't have given him a second chance,
I never would've seen how great he is.
We're spending the afternoon baking Cece a cake.
Is that not the sweetest thing you've ever heard?
Sure...
If he hadn't stood you up once already.
Maybe you shouldn't rush into this.
Where is this coming from?
You were the one who encouraged me to get out there and date.
Well... I mean, for your blog.
Now that that's a bona fide success,
I just don't wanna see you revert
to old Serena's taste in men.
Oh, Max could not be further from the men I've dated.
He moved here from Portland. He hikes.
Okay.
Maybe he hasn't done hard time like the last one.
But didn't you say
he came to New York to find his ex-girlfriend?
Yeah, I forgot about her.
Ivy.
I mean, he did cross the country to see her.
Part of him must still love her.
Well, anyway, two dates in one day could be--
could be moving too fast.
Always better to leave 'em wanting more.
Okay, I'll cancel my baking date.
Oh, I have to reorder the cake now.
Yeah.
I have to go get Cece some glitter eye shadow.
She said something about
lighting up the night with her liner.
Oh, no.
Yeah.
Namaste.
Sorry to interrupt
you getting into someone's yoga pants.
Sri Sri Ravi, a moment, please.
An old, celibate,
male yoga teacher?
Your transformation really is astounding.
Care to share how you gave up your bad Bass ways?
How you went from Charlie Sheen to Charlie Brown,
from Bar to Mitzvah?
There's no answer to that question. It's an evolution.
Mm.
What's really going on, Blair?
Okay, if you must know,
I'm trying to pinpoint the source of your light
so I can pull Louis out of the darkness.
You changed. So can he.
I have all day.
Oh, it was great meeting your new staff.
From what I can see,
Jared Kushner better watch his back.
Thanks.
Before you leave, there's something I need to tell you.
One of my reporters received a tip.
Maureen's cheating on Trip.
Well, there must some mistake.
Maureen's a devoted wife.
She even stuck by Trip during that, uh,
unfortunate incident with Serena.
Obviously, we'll verify everything first.
You're not seriously considering running it?
Well, the information's out there,
and if we don't, someone else will.
And I don't wanna make a certain Australian patriarch's mistake
of burying the "News of the World" scandal.
If he'd let the "Journal" break it,
he might've saved his paper and a lot of embarrassment.
But, uh, this is a family matter.
And a public one, unfortunately.
It's our chance to prove
that "The Spectator" is fair and balanced
no matter what the story is.
The site and our family
will be in better shape for running it first.
Well, I certainly don't want it in the hands of the "Post."
I won't run anything before I talk to Trip.
I was wrong in keeping you from here.
The city looks good on you.
I just wish I could visit more often.
But, you know, Lily's doing so much
by letting you stay here. I just...
I don't know.
I don't feel comfortable by putting her out.
I never thought I would say this,
maybe it's time to get your own place.
Yeah, but the prices are so crazy.
You've got more than that in your trust fund.
We could get you a beautiful 1-bedroom,
it's better to buy it than rent it.
It's--it's-- it's a good investment.
That's enough. Do you have me pegged as a fool?
Coming here under the guise of a party
and trying to get me to buy you an apartment?
It's not for me. It's for Charlie.
If it was Charlie, she would have asked me herself.
Once again, Carol, you're all dollars and no sense.
And I am done being taken advantage of
and enabling your agendas.
My only agenda is to get closer to my daughter--
something you'll never understand.
I'm going for a walk,
on the streets, where I'm welcome.
Mom, please.
Grandma.
Grandma, are you all right?
Yes. O-of course I am.
Maybe I should call an ambulance.
Oh, no, honey. Your--your--
your mother just triggered my blood pressure, that's all.
Are you sure?
O-of course.
You know, if you wanna be helpful, just, um,
go get me a glass of water so...
so I can take my pill.
Yeah, okay.
Hey, Max, it's Serena.
Listen, I have to take a rain check.
My cousin and I have a lot to do before the party.
If you ever find yourself sick with Saturday night fever,
the last thing you want is for someone to turn up the heat.
Oh, my gosh!
Max, that's beautiful!
I had the ingredients.
I hope your grandmother enjoys it.
Now I'm going to leave before you think I'm a stalker
who shows up for canceled dates.
No, stop it. I don't. I really did want to see you.
I just--I didn't wanna move too fast.
No, I get it.
24 hours with a guy you just met is more than enough.
To be honest,
I thought maybe you weren't quite over your ex yet.
When we met, you--you were still looking for her.
Just to return her stuff.
I haven't thought about Ivy since we met, Serena.
I swear.
Well, how would you like to come with me to Studio 54 tonight
and present the cake to my grandmother yourself?
You do realize you just went from "let's take it slow"
to "want to meet my family?" Right?
Caution is not my strong suit.
Well, how about we try something in between?
Uh, you liveblog with party updates,
and I'll pick you up tomorrow afternoon.
That sounds perfect.
Thank you.
No, thank you.
Are you sure you don't want me to call a doctor?
Oh, yes, no.
I just need some rest, and, you know, the jet lag,
and of course I didn't eat anything this morning.
That's ginger tea.
I knew someone who took those pills.
The ginger helps with the dizziness.
Tell me.
What does your mother want your money for?
Be honest, Charlotte.
I'm not gonna let her bully you.
It wasn't her.
It's me that wants the apartment.
She was just trying to help
to make it seem like it was her idea.
Well, I wish you'd just been honest.
Although growing up with Carol,
I mean, how would you know better?
You've been so generous.
I didn't wanna ask for more.
Well, now that you have, I will uncap my waterman
and release the funds tomorrow morning.
Thank you!
Listen, I'm sorry I had to be the one to tell you.
Yeah, I doubt that.
I'm sure you're enjoying every second of this.
I know our history isn't exactly pristine, Trip,
but we're still family.
God, with her sailing instructor? Really?
I should have known when she kept asking to leave
grandfather's compound a week early.
And you were there all of August, right?
Yeah.
Yeah. I, um...
It's funny.
Usually she complains about having to go back to D.C.
Look, man, we really worked on our marriage
after the whole Serena situation.
I just thought we were on the right track.
I'm sorry.
Look, I get you have to run the story.
Just... I hope you don't let your personal feelings
against me make it any uglier than it has to be.
Thanks for telling me.
I guess now we're even.
Hey, grandfather, it's Nate.
I'm gonna wait on that story.
I think Maureen's lying about the affair.
I just don't know why.
Next one over.
Uh, excuse me, sir?
Do you know who lives here? Don't worry. I'm not a stalker.
In fact, the person I'm looking for is the stalker--
an anonymous one, the worst kind.
No?
Dan?
Alessandra? What are you doing here?
I live here. Isn't that why you buzzed my apartment?
That's usually how it works.
No, actually, I was looking for someone who hates me.
Chuck?
Are you sure you're comfortable with Blair here?
I don't believe I have a choice,
which is why I'm controlling the information.
Which, thus far, has been a bunch of monkey business.
I'm worried his licking himself is anxiety, that he's lonely.
Enough.
Assuming this is a 50-minute session,
I only have 18 minutes left to get my answers.
And what is it you're searching for, Blair?
Nice try on the bait and switch, but I was a teenage bulimic,
and my father came out when I was 15.
This isn't my first analysis.
What I need for you is to show me how you helped Chuck transform.
I told you, Blair. There is no one answer.
There isn't one, or you don't want to give it to me
because you don't want me to fix Louis?
Are you saying that you want your fiance
to be more like Chuck?
No! More like the man Chuck's become,
like Louis used to be when Chuck was like Louis is now.
If you don't mind me saying so,
you seem confused.
Only by Chuck's refusal to disclose.
If he really is a good person,
why doesn't he tell me how he got that way?
Obviously, he hasn't really let go,
or he would give me the information I need.
You mean let go of the intimacy between you?
You said it, not me, and you're the expert.
But I did let go of you, Blair.
Then prove it by telling me how.
I can't.
But if you don't believe me, call on Harry Winston.
The night of "The Spectator" launch,
I left the engagement ring I bought you on their doorstep
and walked away.
I forgot...
I, uh...
I... have a cake tasting to attend.
You blow Cheryl Ladd out of the water.
Oh, thank you, my darling. Too bad Carol's arrival
has put a pall over the entire evening.
Well, hopefully we can get her to dance the night away
and hustle her the hell out of here.
It is taking every ounce of self-control
not to march over and tell her what a terrible mother
I think she is.
She heard you loud and clear.
Come on, Lil.
Say what you really think for a change.
Okay, I'll let you two talk alone.
Last month you were happy to see me
and take care of my daughter.
What could I have done to mortally offend you
all the way from Florida?
Charlie told me you made her live
under the name of "Ivy Dickens."
As if being a teenager isn't enough of an identify crisis
without having to assume a false one.
How dare you.
You know nothing about Charlie or our relationship.
I know you put your hatred of our family
above her well-being. What else is there?
I assure you that being Ivy
is the only thing that saved Charlie
from the despicable fate of being a Rhodes.
Hey, Max, it's Serena.
So it turns out the party tonight was canceled,
and I have my mom's apartment all to myself
if you wanna come celebrate being over Ivy with me.
We do have cake, after all.
7:00. Don't be late.
Chaka Khan might have been every woman,
but looks like Charlie Rhodes is about to have trouble
being two.
I wish you wouldn't take it as a negative.
It's called "I hate Humphrey."
Yeah, to get people talking about you and your book.
Sugar and spice and everything nice get no attention.
Sex taps and public brawls make people famous.
I'm not--I'm not Snooki. I'm a writer.
Who skipped out on his book tour.
My career's on the line here, too.
I took a chance on a young, inexperienced author.
I was trying to get you back on the radar.
I knew you wouldn't like the method,
but if it makes you feel better,
there's a Twitter called "Humphrey Love," too.
That's me.
Oh. Sorry.
I should've recognized your scalpel-sharp self-deprecation.
Well, I have over a thousand followers.
Yeah. Let's hope they bought books.
I didn't mean to hurt your feelings.
I'll close the account.
No. I have a better idea.
When Trip told me he and Maureen were with you all of August,
something didn't feel right.
That's when one of my reporters said
she was spotted with her sailing instructor.
She could have snuck down to D.C.
for a night or two, I'd imagine.
Which is why I called the club.
Turns out the only sailing lessons Maureen ever took
were from a woman named Heather two years ago.
Are you saying...
Maureen's faking an affair? Yeah.
It wouldn't be the first time she's faked something.
Think of what it would do to Trip.
It would hurt him immeasurably.
Or help him. Trip just hired a new campaign manager
to explore running for governor.
The last time he needed help in the polls,
Maureen hired someone to jump in the Hudson
so Trip could look like a hero.
So now she's making him into a victim?
It seems like a risky move.
Oh, well, think about it.
A politician out there fighting for the good in Washington,
while his wife steps out on him at the yacht club?
It's a sympathetic story.
I can't believe that Maureen would risk her marriage.
Oh, she'd make a public apology and go to counseling,
convince him it'd be better for his career to stay together,
and in two years, when his name's on that ballot,
people will remember him as a guy
who fought through a rough patch to save his family.
It's pretty shrewd.
At least you won't have to run the story of her affair.
No, I'll just run this one instead.
I understand you're, um, upset by Maureen's manipulations,
but Trip was completely in the dark
about her antics with that river rescue.
I'm sure this is the same now.
Oh, this is not a story. This is a family squabble
that could 'cause your cousin his career.
I'll do the right thing. Don't worry.
I have no idea. They're all so delicious.
I agree. Every morsel is like taste of heaven.
But you must choose top three choices
before Sylvia Weinstock, Queen of Cake, arrives.
How can I choose my wedding cake
when my groom has lost his sweetness?
Peeing in fountain was not answer?
Stop mentioning that,
or I'll never be able to toss a coin in again,
and I need all the wishes I can get.
I get us some milk.
So much cake make baby kick up storm.
What are you doing here?
Why did you walk out of therapy?
You weren't going to reveal your secrets,
and I have cakes to taste, so if you'll excuse me,
I haven't even begun the buttercream.
Dr. Krueger thought you were upset I returned the ring.
He has too many PhDs.
They cancel each other out and make him a moron.
I returned it because you asked me to let you go.
I wanted to move on
to give you the happy life you deserve.
All this time, I've blamed you
for pulling me into the dark.
But I was wrong.
It was me who brought out your dark side.
And now that I'm with Louis, I've done the same to him.
I'm sorry.
These glasses of champagne used to be served
with a White Lady appetizer.
Uh, mother, since we have a little time before the party,
Rufus and I have a small gift for you.
Opening night. I tracked it down for you.
How surprisingly thoughtful.
If I had any memory of that night,
I'm sure it would be fond.
Her favoritism is nauseating.
Now is not the time to be mad at Cece.
All she has to do is sign a paper tomorrow,
and we're in the clear.
You're a better actress than I thought.
You got more out of her in three minutes
than I have in 45 years.
I was just kind to her. Maybe you should try it.
She is getting older.
And meaner.
You don't know these people.
They're my family, not yours.
Remember that.
Of course.
Sorry.
...Get me out of the dress.
Mom!
Mother, let me see!
Goodness.
Oh, your body looks amazing.
Max.
What are you doing here?
Serena said to meet her here, said the party was canceled.
Well, it's not. If Lily sees you here,
everything will be ruined.
I see you two found have each other.
No need for introductions, right, Max and... Ivy?
Serena, this isn't what it looks like.
Oh, so you two didn't used to date?
We did.
And you didn't pretend like you've never met?
We did.
And you didn't try to convince me not to see him again
because he may still be hung up on his ex, Ivy?
Uh, girls, this is not the time.
We need to get to grandma's party.
Max, nice to see you again.
Wait. You know him, too? This is insane.
I'm not going anywhere until Charlie's alter ego,
who everyone seems to know about but me,
explains what's going on here.
It's not her fault.
Carol had her live as Ivy
because she hated being a Rhodes.
You can't blame Charlie for her own mother's insanity.
My insanity? Is this how you get along for mom's sake?
What's for my sake?
I just want the truth, Charlie.
I invited you back to New York.
My mom and Rufus gave you somewhere to live.
Cece got you your trust fund back. Now just stop lying
and tell me what you and your boyfriend are up to.
Just when things are about to hit the fan,
they hit the ground instead with a thud.
Mother. Mother?
Her pulse feels okay.
Okay, give me your jacket. I'm gonna put it under her head.
I'll call an ambulance.
No, please. I'm all right.
No, don't get up too quickly. You fainted from the stress.
Don't you try and pin this on me. Mother, are you all right?
I will be when you let me off the floor.
Okay, let's get you somewhere more comfortable.
Up you go. Okay.
Okay.
Look, you still look pale. I think we should call Dr. Sue.
I'm not gonna wait around for some concierge doctor.
We're gonna take you to the hospital.
Okay, let's get her over here.
I told you, I'm fine.
I know what's wrong.
Yeah, you keep this apartment excessively warm.
Just tell them, grandma.
She's been dieting to fit into her jumpsuit.
A few Martinis and glasses of champagne
on an empty stomach, and anyone would pass out.
Well, Charlotte's right.
I'm afraid that I let my vanity get the better of me,
but, um, something delicious to eat will fix me right up.
Comfort food-- that's something I'm good at.
So why don't you go ahead-- ahead of me, darling?
Oh, don't be silly, mother. We'll have our own celebration.
Once we get grandma something to eat
and make sure she's okay,
Charlie can get back to telling us everything.
Thanks.
It's so nice working for someone who means what he says.
Yeah. Well, let's, uh...
Let's hope everyone feels the same way.
"We at 'The Spectator' are the voice of honesty,
"not the wealthy or politically connected.
"Recently a family member tried to manipulate our site
"for personal and political gain.
"We're not going to name names.
"We're not going to post the story or bury it,
"but instead we're coming to you with the promise
"that we will never let money, power, or personal agendas
get in the way of reporting the truth."
Told you I'd do the right thing.
I'm sorry if we have different versions of what that is.
I'm not here to reprimand you.
You remind me of myself when I was your age.
Wait. You're not angry that I alluded to Maureen?
You're your own man, Nathaniel.
I've always loved you.
But now... well, I respect you, too.
You never pulled me to the dark side, Blair.
I appreciate you trying to make me feel better,
but I have my answer.
You were the lightest thing that ever came into my life.
Then... why did it take letting me go
to find this whole new side of yourself?
I only turned dark and desperate
because I was afraid of losing you.
Your love kept me alive.
But you survived without me.
The worst thing happened,
and I didn't die.
But I had to find a new way to move on with my life.
I only want you to be happy.
I'm just sorry it couldn't be with me.
Oh, Blair, there you are.
I brought some more samples with me.
I see the groom is here, too.
I'm not the groom.
When I saw you in L.A.,
I lied and didn't tell you that Max was my boyfriend
or that I was living under the name Ivy Dickens.
Who's Ivy Dickens?
I'm sorry, mother. That was my fault.
I didn't want anyone to find out that she was a Rhodes
and use her for her money,
which is exactly what Max is doing.
I'm not the one using you people. She is.
He's blackmailing me.
Is that what you wanted the money for?
Not for an apartment?
He manipulated me... into doing things I'm not proud of.
What are you talking about?
He has a tape that he was threatening to expose.
I was worried he was gonna do the same to you, Serena.
That's why I tried to get you to stop seeing him.
I don't have a tape.
Why didn't you just tell me the truth?
I just tried to pay him off, get rid of him.
I-I can't believe you people are buying this.
She's scamming you. She is not Charlie Rhodes.
She's Ivy Dickens.
She's a wannabe actress from Florida.
I think we've heard enough of your lies.
And you're not even her real mother.
She grew up in trailer parks.
Her father was a heroin addict who died
right in front of her when she was 8 years old.
That's just what I told him to make him believe I was Ivy.
I have proof.
You took it.
Enough.
This is my granddaughter, Charlie Rhodes.
I was there the day she was born. She is my family.
I don't need any proof.
I know it in my bones.
You should go before we call the police.
Just remember...
I warned all of you.
Sister Sledge sang "We Are Family,"
but she had nothing on the Rhodes girls.
I'm sorry... again.
I should have had enough faith in our friendship
to be able to tell you the truth.
No, it's okay, but I do see why you fell for Max.
I mean, he seemed perfect.
Too bad he was just seeing me to get to you.
You'll find someone great.
Mm, I hope so. But at least Max left his cake.
I think I'm gonna get some more champagne.
Can I, uh, interrupt your slide?
Yeah, you know, I think I'll go find an extra fondue set.
I'm sorry about changing Charlie's name.
It took mom fainting for me to realize
why you were so upset about it.
I just want us all to be Rhodes for as long as we have left.
Me, too.
It's just another example of my overprotective parenting
getting the best of me.
I may have been a little quick to judge again,
but it's only because I've come to love Charlie
as if she were my own.
Great. Now she'll have two moms to screw her up.
Oh, I love this song.
Thank you for discretion earlier.
No problem.
But, um...
You know, if you're really sick,
I think you should tell the family.
They might care more than you think.
Perhaps. But I appreciate you protecting my secret.
We all have them. It's a Rhodes family tradition.
That's not nearly mean enough. Here, let's switch.
I'll be hate. You be love.
"Talk about by-the-numbers.
Humphrey's more Hardy boy than Hemingway."
Impressive.
I've been at this a while.
Oh. Oh, my God.
Katy Perry just retweeted us.
What? She's--she's got like 9 million followers.
Those are best-seller numbers.
You went full Jerry Maguire, and your family approved.
Sounds like a successful editorial to me.
I must say, being in control felt pretty damn good...
As will losing it.
How was your day with Blair?
Did you teach her how to turn Louis around?
I told her the truth.
The whole truth?
You should work for "The Spectator."
I just wish I had the courage to do it sooner.
I've finally become the man she wanted,
and she's already chosen another one.
I'm too late.
You still love her, huh?
I can't imagine the day I won't.
Long after the clubs have closed,
disco inferno rages on.
For some, it's burning desire that keeps them awake at night.
Miss Blair,
if you finally find key to bring Mr. Louis back to castle,
why you not look like perky self?
Just tell him he will not lose you,
and he will be prince again.
I can find time difference so you can call him
in third world country.
No. I need to rest.
All that wedding cake made me sick.
You're dismissed.
For others, it's the flames of uncertainty that plague them.
Looks like we're finally in the clear.
You can leave anytime you want.
Would it be okay with you if I stay?
You have enough money.
You could set yourself up anywhere in the world.
It's not about the money for me.
In fact, you can have all of it.
Then...
What do you want?
A family.
I'm sorry. I never knew
that you'd had such a troubled upbringing.
I swiped this when Max took off his jacket.
I'll make sure no one ever sees this.
Thanks.
Well, if they ever found out the truth
about the real Charlotte Rhodes,
they would never forgive me.
This way, we both get to keep our family.
What do you want?
My life back-- the move to Los Angeles,
the job I gave up with Boulud,
the two years I spent believing you and loving you
when all you did was lie and cheat
so you could have some fancy life that isn't yours.
You better watch your back, because I am not leaving town
until I get what I deserve.
Good luck with that.
No one touch me anymore.
I'm a Rhodes now.
If you're going to play with matches,
make sure you don't leave them around
to spark the flame anew.
Disco isn't actually dead,
and neither am I.
X.O.X.O. Gossip Girl.
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