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She's not Charlie Rhodes. She's Ivy Dickens.
She's a wannabe actress from Florida.
You should go before we call the police.
I'm not leaving town until I get what I deserve.
No one can touch me anymore.
I'm a Rhodes now.
Maureen's cheating on Trip.
There must be some mistake. Maureen's a devoted wife.
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.
I'll admit that I saw the web page,
but I had nothing to do with it coming out.
Well, if you didn't do it, then who did?
Do you see those people leaving? Why don't you join them?
It wasn't until I saw you confronting Blair
that I realized I had it all wrong.
You're in love with her.
I'm not in love with Blair.
You've really been good this whole time, haven't you?
I wanted to move on to give you the happy life you deserve.
I only turned dark and desperate
because I was afraid of losing you.
And who am I?
That's a secret I'll never tell.
You know you love me.
X.O.X.O., Gossip Girl.
Sync by YYeTs.net Corrected by honeybunny www.addic7ed.com
Apologies have been made and the security breach fixed.
But two weeks later, and still not one tip.
Apparently, no one can hold a grudge
like an Upper East Sider...
And no one can lie like one, either.
Here's to Charlie,
who's learning it's never too late to be a debutante,
and to mom, who couldn't refuse one last ball.
Oh! It's not a ball. It's just a little party
to introduce my darling niece into society.
Just because Carol made a mockery of her own debut does not
mean that Charlie should be cheated out of the experience.
Yeah, she hired Karen Finley to go in her place,
and when Carol's name was called,
Karen walks out wearing nothing but chocolate and a pillbox hat.
Now I'm a Karen Finley fan, but it was a bit much.
We were barred from the Plaza for years.
Well... I'm honored.
And if the party wasn't enough, Lily arranged for me
to spend the day at the Plaza Athenee Spa.
It's way too generous,
especially after everything I put you guys through with Max.
Oh, please. That was not your fault.
That young man had a lot of problems.
No wonder Serena was so into him.
Anyway, I'm just eager to put this all behind me
and start a new chapter in my life.
Oh, and, um, I got a job to help.
Nate offered me my old position back.
Waffles, a new job, and a party in your honor?
Not a bad day to be Charlie Rhodes.
Not a bad day to be Dan Humphrey either.
It seems like being the target of a Twitter war pays off.
"Inside" is doing so well
that Simon & Schuster is giving it a second printing.
Yeah, my editor wants to-- to publish it with a--
a new afterword now.
So I-I-I have no idea what to write.
I'm starting to understand
the appeal of heroin or womanizing
or--or whatever it is writers do when they...
can't write. It's hard to find inspiration
when you're not trashing your friends, huh?
Well, at least I don't have the added pressure
of it being turned into a movie, so thank you for that.
All right, that's enough.
You two should not be fighting like this.
It's time to work it out.
Yeah, I'm coming into the office now,
but you gotta cancel that meeting with Bloomberg.
There's just too much going on today.
Yeah, sounds good. Thank you.
A week ago, you couldn't get Bloomberg to give you a quote
to "The Spectator." Now you're canceling on him?
That's a bold move, Nathaniel.
I'm almost aroused.
Yeah, well, ever since I published that article
about staying independent from my family,
people are paying attention.
So you're finally learning
there are upsides to pissing off your family.
Grandfather actually loved the editorial,
so much so that he invited me to be his guest
at Camp Allen this weekend.
Yeah.
I leave for Vermont after work.
Yeah, you, Warren Buffet,
and every other finance and media titan.
World domination by day, debauchery by night.
The Allen retreat is legendary.
I pity the fool who tries to hire a call girl
in Manhattan this weekend.
Yeah. So I have to ask you,
why are you reading a rival paper, huh?
They might call the wedding off?
Does this--does this mean that--that you...
I'm sure it's not even true.
You should know better than anyone
these stories are invented to sell papers
to women who collect ceramic cats.
Yeah, still, maybe you should give her a call.
Louis is the father of her child.
There's no way Blair's walking away from that.
Same thing happening to me.
Pregnancy makes fingers swell up like kielbasas.
Well, the paparazzi aren't camped out downstairs
to find out if your wedding is called off.
They see me without my ring,
they'll think it means something.
I start to think maybe it does.
Mr. Louis is back from third world.
It's been a week, and he is still waiting at the consulate--
where he'll remain until I decide what to do.
You know what to do.
Mr. Chuck told you secret to making Louis good man again.
Say like magic spell--
"Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo, I will never leave you"
Poof!
Louis will feel safe again, and you live happily ever after.
But I'm not sure I can promise Louis that I'll never leave him.
Handsome prince who is father of your child loves you.
What is stopping you?
Nothing! But unlike you,
I-I don't just marry the first person who asks me.
It is the thought of Mr. Chuck that makes you unsure.
Of course not!
Well, I will admit that Chuck has changed,
but this is about Louis,
and until I can promise him he'll never lose me,
or my fingers regain their elegant shape,
we are not leaving this apartment.
That could be very long time.
We are going nowhere.
This is New York. We can live on takeout for months.
I'm sorry I assumed you were trying to sabotage
my book being made into a movie.
I'm sorry, too, that it didn't work out.
I really did wanna make it happen for you, Dan.
But that's--that's great about the second print of "Inside."
You'll be able to figure out the afterward.
I'm not so sure, though.
I-I've never been stuck like this before.
What? It seems like an amazing opportunity
to see how the book changed you, how--how it changed everyone.
Did it really change anyone?
Yes!
Seeing where our characters ended made us realize
exactly where we didn't want to be.
Nate didn't want to be half a person,
and now he's running "The Spectator."
And Chuck went from dying alone to therapy.
What about you?
Well, I thought I changed my ending
by getting the job with Jane or this blog, but...
the truth is, I'm still making
horrible decisions in my love life.
I actually envy you.
You get this book where you get to see your journey
and see what choices you would make differently,
where you went off track.
I wish I had something like that.
Well, if you really are looking for
a history of Serena Van Der Woodsen,
there's always "Gossip Girl."
I know, I know, I know, but it's not like
she hasn't chronicled your entire life since grammar school.
What harm could it be to look at a few old blasts?
I think maybe you'd learn something you didn't expect.
Um, Charlie's leaving and needs her coat.
Okay. I'll bring it to her.
Thank you, Dan. Good luck.
How'd it go?
Well, Serena just pointed out
how the ending of my book changed...
Everyone except me, of course.
Well, it's not too late to change.
How?
Writing-wise? Life-wise? I wouldn't know where to begin.
Well...
for starters...
Blair?
I'm very observant.
And not to mention, you haven't really dated anyone
since that kiss with Blair last spring.
Blair's getting married and having a baby with Louis.
And if she wasn't with Louis, she'd be with Chuck, not me.
Maybe.
Even if Blair doesn't feel the same way,
it might be worth it for you to tell her how you feel.
At least so you can move on.
I think the last time I saw you concentrating that hard,
you were reading the instructions
on how to assemble a hookah.
Trip! Hey, man. What are you doing here?
I had a meeting across the street,
figured I'd stop in and say hey.
But, uh, I'll let you get back to it.
We're still on for racquetball tomorrow?
Oh, actually, grandfather's taking me out
to the Allen retreat tonight.
Yeah. I thought you knew.
No. I didn't.
Oh. Well...
I'm sure it was just, you know,
a last-minute decision and everything.
I'm sorry he can't bring both of us.
Actually, it's okay.
No, the reason he asked you is because I backed out.
Truth is, I couldn't stand to be around him right about now.
Well... why? What happened?
Well, Maureen and I have been having some issues
since she tried to release the fake affair story.
But something wasn't adding up.
She finally admitted
that grandfather was behind the whole thing.
What? Why didn't she say something before?
It was causing a tremendous strain on our marriage,
and she got scared.
He made her do it.
And just because he said it was to help my campaign,
it doesn't make it okay.
No, of course not.
Anyway, I'm sorry to burden you with this.
Maybe it's better for you to know now,
before you go away with him
because...
he manipulated you, too.
DVD on prenatal yoga.
Maybe we use this time to get in shape for childbirth.
I plan on having my child the old-fashioned way--
fully sedated. And the only downward dog...
I wanna see you doing
is cleaning up the dust from under that couch.
Please.
I'm not even safe in my own home!
I have to get out of here!
Somewhere they'd never think to look for me...
We go to Dorota's in Queens!
Princesses don't go to Queens.
Need to marry Louis to be princess.
Hello. I guess it's time for me to accept
that if you want something badly enough,
you just have to go out and get it yourself.
Hey, I was wondering what you were doing today.
Coming to stay with you, actually.
Uh... okay.
Watch out, kids.
The end of me
just might turn out to be the end of one of you.
The sheets you brought are on the bed,
your Jo Malone candles are burning in every room,
and every trace of my existence
has been removed from the bathroom.
Thank you. Just because I had to flee to the boroughs
doesn't mean my creme de la mer should have to suffer, too.
I saw your photo in the paper. Is--is everything okay?
Everything is horrible.
I need to go to Louis and reassure him
that he's never gonna lose me, but something is stopping me.
Chuck is stopping you.
No. I haven't even spoken to Chuck.
You don't have to. You two have
some strange force field effect on each other.
Physicists should study it.
Fine.
Though the last thing you deserve is to hear these words--
you're right.
Chuck has finally become
the person I've always wanted him to be,
and I know how to change the Louis
back into the prince I fell in love with,
which means I'm trapped.
I have to choose, but I can't. You have to help me.
Have you made a list of pros and cons?
Sometimes that helps me.
Lists are for choosing bridesmaids,
not who you're spending the rest of your life with.
You're right. Go the Howard Hughes route.
I'm sure you'll figure it out by the time you're peeing in jars.
Fine.
Okay, I'll start with Chuck.
Pros--he truly has become a good man.
Cons--he's slept with every woman in New York.
It could get a little awkward at dinner parties.
Sometimes fun. Don't judge.
Okay, Louis. Pros--obviously, he's a prince.
Of Monaco. What else?
He's the father of my child.
The fact is...
I can make all the lists in the world,
but what else matters?
I've pretended like it's not a factor,
but it's everything.
Isn't it?
Louis is the father of my child,
so... he is the only ending to this fairy tale.
Right?
He--he doesn't have to be.
You don't think it would matter
that my baby is another man's child?
It wouldn't to me.
You're--you're right.
I at least have to ask.
Uh, can you do me a favor and go grab us some food?
I'm famished.
Ma'am.
This better be a long-distance call.
I told you. I'm not leaving until I get my money.
Look, I offered you some cash to help you get back home,
and you said no.
$5,000?
What good is that?
I gave up everything for you.
Either you give me the full amount you promised,
or I will tell anyone who will listen who you really are.
Go ahead and try.
If my family didn't believe you, who will?
What are you working on so intently over there?
I'm going through old "Gossip Girl" blasts,
trying to figure out
when I started making such bad romantic decisions.
It's... a trip--
which is also the name of one of my disastrous choices.
Hmm.
Not all bad, I hope.
No. No, I'm up to, uh, junior year,
and there's a lot of stuff about me and Dan, which is good.
Oh, my gosh.
Do you remember our first official date,
when he took me to Jean Georges to try to impress me?
I do. Yeah, he was so nervous,
I considered slipping him a tranquilizer.
We had fun. Mm.
You know, the truth is,
I don't think I ever got it right before Dan...
Or--or since him.
Besides Nate,
he's probably the only good guy I've ever dated.
I can't disagree. And you guys were great together.
I don't think I realized how great at the time.
Well, I think it's really something
how those feelings turned into such an enduring friendship.
Yeah. Yeah, sure. Of course.
Hmm. That's weird. A "Gossip Girl" blast.
Yeah, I've noticed
you guys haven't gotten a lot of those lately.
Everyone's been afraid to send in tips
since their identities were revealed.
"Since no one will dare to send in a scoop,
"I had to do by own stakeout,
"and my hard work paid off.
"Spotted--
"possible royal runaway bride Blair Waldorf
"being offered refuge at Lonely Boy's loft.
Looks like Brooklyn fools rush in."
Mm, I guess Dan got the ending he wanted.
Good for him.
Hello, Blair.
I need your advice.
It seems as you've found your way, I've lost mine.
I didn't think Blair Waldorf could get lost.
Neither did I, but...
I'm so lost, I wound up in Brooklyn.
Well, there are worse places.
This isn't something Humphrey could help you with?
No. Only you.
Do you think you could love another man's child?
Why are you asking me this?
I'm... paralyzed.
I... can't move. I can't breathe.
You have to help me.
I can't make this decision for you, Blair.
You're the one who has to live with it.
But...
What's the right choice, Chuck?
I can't imagine
it would be a mistake to marry the father of your child.
Right?
So the fake story Maureen told about the affair--
did she do that on her own, or were you involved?
It was my idea.
I thought it would help Trip. Obviously, it was a mistake.
I was planning on telling you about Maureen this weekend,
but you beat me to it.
And since we're having this conversation,
there's something else I was gonna tell you.
It wasn't a coincidence that Diana hired you.
She did so at my request.
Wait. What?
W-why would you do that?
The whole reason I came to work here
was because I didn't want to get a job through my family.
I wanted to prove myself.
And you did.
I was worried for your future, Nathaniel.
I thought you might enjoy working in journalism.
And in all honesty,
I hoped I could control some of the press about Trip.
Yeah, but why--why are you coming clean now?
That editorial that you published--
it made me realize
you're the one who has an understanding of
which direction the Van Der Bilt family needs to go in
if we're gonna continue to be leaders.
Not Trip.
No. Not anymore.
I should let you get back to work.
I know this is a lot to take in,
but I hope you will still be my guest
at Camp Allen this weekend.
I don't know.
I'm assuming Trip is the one who told you about Maureen.
I'm sorry he said anything before I was able to.
He's always wanted me to take him to Camp Allen.
He was pretty upset when I invited you over him.
So you never asked Trip to go?
No.
Trip's scared he's gonna lose the election,
and I think it's beginning to make him a little desperate.
Oh.
I'm gonna head over there, have a little talk with him.
Please, um, let me know
if you change your mind about the weekend.
Nate?
Uh, Max Harding, Ivy's...
What do you want?
There's something you need to know about Charlie.
Yeah, that you accused her of being an imposter?
Serena and Charlie already told me.
Let me guess. You're here
because you want me to buy your story.
It's worth it.
Yeah, well, what makes you think
that I'd believe anything that you had to say?
She's not who she says she is, Nate.
Hey, Serena, the loft is surrounded by paparazzi.
It's--it's insane.
Well, they're probably tracking "Gossip Girl"
who's tracking Blair to your door.
Look, I know why you invited her there,
and I think it's a huge mistake.
She and Louis may be having problems,
but they're still engaged.
And then there's Chuck.
Dan, this is not the time to be throwing your hat into the ring.
Why do you care?
Because unlike you, I have her best interests at heart.
Telling her your feelings is not gonna change your ending.
It's just gonna mess with hers.
Well, listen, the fact is,
this doesn't concern you at all.
I'm gonna talk to Blair.
And even if it's the biggest kamikaze disaster of my life,
it's my disaster. It's my ending.
So--so--so please, stay out of it.
Fine. Then I may just help someone else get their ending.
Go ahead, Serena.
They say love is blind,
but jealousy, it seems,
provides a clear view all the way to Monaco.
Hey!
Oh, I'm sorry to bother you.
I was just leaving and I wanted to say hi.
No. Please, come in.
You're the first friendly face I've seen all day.
That bad, huh?
Yeah. Yeah, today...
Yeah. Hey, listen, I have to tell you,
your, uh, ex Max came by to see me earlier.
He's trying to sell your story.
What did he say to you?
Oh, he was looking for money.
He seemed pretty desperate, though.
I kicked him out, but I thought you should know.
Just... be careful.
Thanks.
I will.
I'm sorry you're not gonna be able
to make it to my party tonight.
Oh, well, actually, I might be able to now.
My grandfather just admitted to me
that the only reason I have this job
is because he bought "The Spectator."
And here I was,
thinking I was doing great work and so proud of it,
and now I just feel like a total... fraud.
Look, it doesn't matter how you got here, Nate.
Once you started the job, you did the work.
I read that editorial you wrote, and it's clear
that you've become the leader that you wanted to be.
If you deserve to be that person,
then own it and never look back.
Thanks.
Yeah.
Thank you for letting me use the suite to set up.
It's made things so much easier.
I hope we'll see you later.
As a public service, I'm staying home this evening.
I see.
Well, for what it's worth, Blair won't be attending.
Blair's schedule is of no interest to me.
Look, I don't mean to pry, Charles,
but I have been worried about you
as her wedding date approaches. It can't be easy.
Thank you for your concern, but I'm fine.
It's nothing that can't be fixed with a night of scotch
and perhaps a rogue socialite,
if you care to send one my way.
Well, if you find that that falls short,
I'm always here for you.
No matter how ugly or dark your feelings may be,
you should not have to bear them alone.
I appreciate it, Lily,
but you have no idea what you'd be taking on.
Are you kidding? Of course I do.
Try as you might, you don't scare me.
I'm sorry to inform you
that my love for you is unconditional.
The idea of unconditional love
is as quaint as the Tooth Fairy
or environmentally friendly dry cleaning.
No, no, not when you're a parent.
Look, you might only be my son by marriage, Charles,
but I've always loved you as my own,
and I hope you get the opportunity
to feel that kind of love with someone someday.
I haven't heard from her in weeks.
I'm going out of my mind.
Well, maybe I can help you.
Why?
I thought after what happened at the shower,
you would want me as far away from Blair as possible.
It's not for you. It's for her.
I just want Blair to be happy
and all of her dreams to come true,
and... I believe you're the one that can do that for her.
But you have to promise me-- no more scheming.
Of course. I realize now how wrong I was.
I'm not looking at the gossip sites.
I'm--I'm not reading the newspapers.
I just want Blair back.
But I can't tell her this.
I don't even know where she is.
I do.
It's decided.
Chuck?
No.
Apparently, there are some risks
even Chuck Bass isn't willing to take.
So...
Problem solved.
Congratulations?
I'm not crying.
You smell like onions.
Blair, what if...
you don't marry Louis?
And what?
Be alone?
No.
What do you really want?
To be happy.
But I don't think I know how to anymore.
Well...
I-I think I know how to make you happy.
I spoke with Nathaniel.
He told me about your visit.
How dare you try to undermine my relationship
with my grandson?
What did you expect?
I'd give up everything without a fight
just because you decided Nate was the future of this family?
You've been the engine behind my entire career.
And that can only last for so long.
The voters are not behind you.
Yeah, and you can change that and you know it.
If you abandon me now, I'll lose the election.
I'll have nothing.
My mind's made up.
Nate called to confirm he's coming with me this weekend.
Plans have all been arranged.
Time to get on board.
Congressman?
I think we can help each other.
Uh, I'm sorry. Who are you?
Someone who's sick of being pushed around by these people.
Ahem.
What are you doing here?
Apparently, the same as you.
The prince and the pill popper.
This should be fun. Shall we?
No one's answering.
The man can't hold his liquor or his narcotics.
The last time he tried to crash at my place,
I learned where he hid his spare key.
Sorry, boys, but didn't you know
that if you wait too long to seize the day...
Gone.
Where would she go?
The one you want can get away?
There she is. Charlie, this is Matthew Lynch.
He's covering the party for "Women's Wear Daily."
You look fantastic. Who are you wearing?
Oh, thank you. Badgley Mischka.
It's great.
Shall we go get ourselves a drink?
Enjoy your night.
Thanks.
Thank you so much.
This party is a dream come true.
I... just can't believe that you would do all of this for me.
Oh, my darling, you are family.
This is what we do for family.
Take this polyester rag off my face right now, Humphrey!
And who doesn't keep a silk blindfold
in their bedside table?
You brought me to watch a human sacrifice,
or an episode of "The Bachelor."
Either way, I am not happy.
Would you relax? You are totally safe,
and the paparazzi have no idea where you are.
We took the service elevator out of my apartment.
So... I'll be right back.
No, no!
You are not going anywhere until you tell me what's going on.
Would you trust me?
I'm not in the habit of doing that.
Well, you don't really have a choice now, do you?
Just pull around to the garage.
- Evening, sir. Welcome. - Thank you.
What the hell are you doing here?
Thought I'd check out Charlie's party for myself.
Yeah? You leave her alone.
Hey, look, just 'cause you're not interested in my story
doesn't mean someone else won't be.
I heard there are reporters here tonight.
A society princess exposed as a white trash fraud?
Sounds pretty compelling to me.
Yeah, well, I guess I'll have to make sure
no one lets you in the door.
Charlie, hey.
Nate. I didn't think you'd be here.
Yeah, I can't stay.
But listen, I just wanna give you a heads-up.
Max is here, and he just told me
he's gonna try and sell his story
to one of the reporters covering your party.
Yeah, but it's all lies.
And you don't think anyone would believe him, right?
Yeah, but a story a story.
I mean, true or false, it can take on a life of its own.
Really? She wasn't at Dan's?
Okay, I'll find out where she is. I promise, Louis. Bye.
Hey, have either of you seen Blair or Dan?
There's Dan.
Listen, Humphrey, I don't wanna play hide-and-seek right now.
Just tell me where the hell Blair is.
What's he doing?
Looks like he's helping Chuck and Blair finally be together.
Um...
Would you guys excuse me? I'm gonna go have a drink.
Well, I hope the paparazzi don't know Blair's here.
They'll try to storm the Empire and ruin the whole party
just trying to get a photo.
Seriously? The paparazzi could shut down the party?
Especially if they knew Blair was here with Chuck.
I'll go talk to security about Max.
What's going on?
Did you have something to do with this?
No. Dan arranged it for us.
What "us"?
The "us" I should have fought for when you called.
The "us" that is not just you and me,
but you, me, and your baby.
Then...
W-why did you tell me to choose Louis?
I thought it was selfish if I was the one to tell you
to break up your family.
That was the moment you chose not to be selfish?
Well, timing has never been our strong suit.
I had it all wrong.
Just because Louis is the father of your baby
does not mean you should be with him.
You should be with me.
Why?
Because I'm going to love your baby as much as I love you.
What is it?
"Gossip Girl"
Someone sent out a blast that I'm here... with you.
I don't want any photos of us to get back to Louis
before I can talk to him. I gotta get out of here.
Wait.
I wanna come with you.
Hey, sorry to bother you guys.
Just wanted to make sure you saw the "Gossip Girl" blast.
We need to leave immediately.
Yeah, I have a car here waiting for me.
So do I.
All right, perfect. Then they'll be down in the garage.
We can go through there. Come on.
I'd like to have everyone's attention, please.
Wow. The paparazzi are aggressive tonight.
They must really want a shot of our new "It" girl.
I'd like to say a few words about my lovely niece
Charlotte Rhodes.
Since she didn't grow up in New York City,
you haven't had the opportunity
to know what a wonderful young woman she is.
I hope, starting tonight, you get that chance.
Charlie?
Took you long enough,
and I'm not talking about the walk from the lobby to here.
Have a good trip, Nathaniel.
Camus said that life is the sum of our choices.
Choose wisely, and fortune smiles upon you.
But choose poorly?
You never know what price you'll have to pay.
Hey.
You okay?
Yeah. I'm okay adjacent.
I'm sorry I came down so hard on you before.
Eh, you were right.
I was gonna tell Blair how I felt about her.
You mean you were gonna tell her you love her?
In spite of myself-- and honestly, many times--
in spite of her.
I-I mean, I didn't want to.
I kept trying to make it go away,
but how do you kill a feeling?
I don't know.
When you told me about the idea
of rewriting the end of my story,
I thought, maybe...
maybe that's the answer.
Then what stopped you?
When I saw Blair, she'd just gotten off the phone with Chuck
and she was heartbroken.
You know, I've been so consumed with my own feelings,
I wouldn't let myself see how much she loves Chuck.
You were right.
She didn't need my confession. She needed my help.
Wow, that's...
That's a really amazing thing to do, Dan.
Yeah, well, I mean...
It wasn't easy.
But I do think, uh,
that I can give myself a new ending
by making sure Chuck and Blair get the ending they deserve.
I want her to be happy.
Gotta head home and get started on this afterward.
Dan...
You're one of the good ones, you know?
Thanks.
You have fun at your party?
When are you gonna leave me alone?
Starting now, actually.
I got some money, going back to Portland.
Good.
You think once I'm gone, you're free.
The truth is, once I go, Ivy,
you are trapped in this lie forever.
Look, I worked hard to get here. Trust me. I couldn't be happier.
Yeah, maybe for now. That'll wear off eventually.
No actress wants to play the same role her entire life.
This is more than just a role.
This is my life now,
and these people are my family.
How can their love be real when you're a total fake?
Whoa. Are those paparazzi?
Yeah. They're chasing the car in front of us.
Pretty aggressive.
Yeah. I think they're chasing my friends.
I have to tell Louis face-to-face
that the wedding is off.
He--he deserves at least that.
Are you sure you wanna do this?
I mean, a-a prince, a fairy tale wedding.
- This is all you ever wanted. - No.
You're all I ever wanted.
I love you.
I love every part of you.
I-I couldn't tell Louis that he would never lose me
because it wasn't true.
You're the one I never want to leave.
Okay, h-how--how do you want to do this?
First, we have to go to the consulate
so I can tell Louis it's off, and then...
I-I don't know. We--we could go anywhere.
Switzerland has impeccable schools
or maybe Tokyo?
They have opening ceremony and great test scores.
Blair, Blair, we don't need to go anywhere.
We can raise this baby right here.
Look at them.
Hey, grandfather.
Yeah, well, I was a little delayed leaving the Empire,
but I'm on my way to Westchester airport now.
Westchester?
I thought I was taking you to the Upper East Side.
What? No. No, no, no. Hey. Hey, c--let me call you back.
What? No. I-I have a flight out of Westchester County Airport
in 45 minutes.
Okay. I just gotta get out of the park
and then I can turn around. It's not a problem.
All right. Thank you.
Those motorcycles are really out of control.
What the hell are they doing?
Oh, my God!
Nate, I got your messages. Are Chuck and Blair okay?
I don't know, but I saw the whole thing.
I stayed with them until the ambulances came.
They're with the doctors now.
I spoke with the E.M.T. who brought them in.
He said it's pretty bad.
Okay.
Eleanor, Cyrus, Harold, and Roman
are all flying in on the next flight from Paris.
Eleanor was distraught.
Hey.
Um...
Serena texted me.
Are Blair and Chuck all right?
We don't know yet.
We're hoping for the best.
I'm gonna go track down the doctor
and see if I can get an update.
This is all Gossip Girl's fault.
If she hadn't sent out that blast...
Well, I'm not trying to defend her,
but it's not like Gossip Girl hopped on a motorcycle
and chased Chuck and Blair through the streets of Manhattan.
Well, she may as well have.
If Gossip Girl didn't exist,
Chuck and Blair would not be in the hospital right now,
fighting for their lives.
You know, I spent the whole morning looking at old blasts,
and it's unbelievable the amount of pain she's caused.
This is just the culmination of years of damage.
All right, so what do you want to do?
Well, I wanna finish what Diana started.
I wanna take Gossip Girl down for good.
I'm with you,
and I think we should use "The Spectator" to do it.
Charlie...
Are you okay?
No.
No, I'm--I'm not.
This is all my fault.
What are you talking about? Of course it's not.
I sent the "Gossip Girl" blast.
Why?
I didn't do it to hurt Blair.
I was just trying to protect myself.
From what?
Max showed up tonight.
He was threatening to sell my story
to the reporters covering the party.
And I thought that if I sent the blast,
then the paparazzi would show up
and would crash the party and it'd be shut down
before Max could do any damage.
But what damage could he do? Max is a complete fraud.
Rufus, I'm sorry.
It's me. I'm the fraud.
I just spoke to the doctor, and, um,
the good news is that...
Blair is awake and responsive.
And Chuck?
Carol, it's me, Ivy.
I gotta get out of here.
I'm leaving tonight.
This time, I'm not coming back.
We all like to think
that we're in the driver's seat of our own lives.
But the truth is,
the idea that we can control our fate is an illusion.
You can choose the most loyal friends,
the dream job...
The truest love.
There's been an accident.
How bad?
You know I wouldn't take a risk like this if it wasn't serious.
I had no choice.
Okay, Jack. I'll get on the next plane.
You'll meet us there?
Of course. Thank you, Diana.
It's not me you should thank.
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