Gossip Girl here...
Your one and only source
into the scandalous lives of Manhattan's elite.
I would like to cordially invite you
to join this summer's group of artists
at the Italian Arts and Letters Institute in Rome.
I would never stand in the way of an opportunity like that.
You have to take it.
You didn't hear her. Or Chuck.
It was--it was like she wanted me to leave
so she could just spend all summer with him.
I'm saying no.
Why?
I can work anywhere. I don't think my relationship can.
It's over. And unless you want the whole world to know
you run a high-class prostitute ring,
you're gonna walk away from "The Spectator" forever.
My computer's gone.
Gossip Girl. She took it.
How do you know that?
'Cause we set you up.
The old Gossip Girl hurt people, but I'm different.
No, you're not, Serena.
Either way, it's over. The real Gossip Girl is back.
Whatever you saw or you think you saw,
you can't tell Chuck.
He has a right to know.
Do you realize how many people will get hurt if this gets out?
Whatever it is, you can tell me, Blair.
You need to go back into that house.
Dad.
Oh, my God.
So the car accident was real.
I was lucky to survive it.
But it wasn't an accident. I'd been threatened.
By who?
Very powerful competitor of mine.
I had information on some transactions of his
that could've put him away for a very long time.
When his threats didn't work...
You had someone ram your limo with a truck?
Dad, you could've gone to the police. You didn't have to--
Yes, I did.
He'd made it quite clear
that both you and Lily were fair game.
Once I realized his threats weren't empty,
the only way out was to make him believe he'd already won.
Once I got to the hospital that night,
I thought that would be my best chance.
So, what, you just...
paid some doctor to switch off the machines,
and hope Lily was crying so much,
she wouldn't notice you were actually still breathing?
What did we bury in that coffin?
Charles...
I am here with you now, trying to explain.
Humphrey residence. Blair Waldorf speaking.
Oh, hi, Alessandra.
No, he's in the shower. Can I take a message?
Mm-hmm. Got it.
Yeah, no, don't worry. I will tell him
the second I see him.
That was your agent.
She wants you to reconsider the program in Rome,
which is odd because you told me they went with someone else.
Uh, well, yesterday, when you ended up with Chuck,
I was a little nervous about leaving for the whole summer.
And I know you told me there's other people there,
it's not romantic, but...
Come on. It's Chuck.
So you lied to me?
Uh, I-I figured you would think I was
just some jealous freak if I told the truth.
Well, maybe because you are.
But you don't have to be.
You have nothing to worry about.
Take the offer. It's an amazing opportunity,
and I would never stand in the way of it.
It means the entire summer apart.
But it's not like I can't come visit.
Rome is just two glasses of chardonnay away.
Call her back. It's not too late to change your mind.
I assure you, there's no need to worry.
The police were never there.
The entire thing was a false alarm.
Your wife will not find out.
And if you are indeed headed for a third divorce,
it will not be due to this.
Nope, no bother at all. Cheers.
I want you out of here today.
After all the fun we've had together?
What would people think if they knew about your side business?
Is that a threat?
Because I am your main financial backer,
and we did sleep together--
sometimes right here in these offices.
So exposing me would only embarrass "The Spectator"
and you.
Then I'll find another way.
You've done nothing but spread lies and cause trouble
since you arrived.
I wanna actually build something here,
and I can't do that with you around.
You have no idea what I've gone through to legitimize myself.
I've worked hard for this paper, and I'm not about to step aside.
And as for my other business,
I'm really more of a figurehead now.
Darling, don't look so disturbed.
There are far worse things
than being stuck with the likes of me.
Guess what I found out this morning.
B., I know what you're gonna say,
but first, I really wanna tell you--
Dan turned down the opportunity to spend the summer in Rome
with the world's literary luminaries.
And do you know why?
Because he's scared of leaving me here with Chuck.
Can you believe it?
Sort of.
I mean, the most important thing in a relationship is trust.
After sex. And hygiene.
And earning potential.
Wait. W-what did you think I was going to say?
Oh, n--I mean, no, it's not important.
Nowhere near as important as Dan and Italy and his trust issues.
We should go get coffee, and you should tell me more about it.
Wait. Okay.
Using a very generous grading curve
and rounding up because I like your outfit,
that lie was a C-plus at best.
What is going on?
It's something I've been wanting to talk to you about
for a while now.
I've been posting on "Gossip Girl"
as Gossip Girl...
For a couple of months now.
What? How is that possible?
When Georgina left town, she gave me her laptop,
and it had a direct link to the "Gossip Girl" server,
passwords, the software, everything.
S., you had me at "Georgina."
But I can't believe it. W-why didn't you tell me?
I don't know. I felt like it was something
I had to keep secret from everyone.
I mean, my best friend, even.
I-I know it was wrong, and I'm so sorry.
I mean, I could've helped.
Sealing fates, forging destinies...
Like an imperious Greek goddess,
imposing her will on the guileless masses.
But I was wondering
why Gossip Girl was being so nice to me lately.
And a little off her game. No offense.
Wait, so--so you're not mad?
I am furious with you...
for not sharing your good fortune and omnipotence.
But... right now I have to go replace my mother's La Mer
before she returns from Paris
and discovers that I've used it all.
Wait. Let me do that for you-- my first act of contrition.
Please.
You think I'm cashing in your "Gossip Girl" guilt chip
on some overpriced eye cream?
I'll think of something more useful.
It's not like I planned any of it.
I needed help,
so I contacted an old friend.
Diana Payne.
In her line of work, she has a network
of influential contacts throughout the world.
She utilized them to keep me safe and hidden.
She also kept me informed.
When you needed blood, we had to act fast.
She snuck me back into the country
so I could provide it for you.
Thank you for that.
There's just so much I wanna know.
I guess now we have time. You can tell me everything.
Unfortunately, I'm afraid our time is up.
If the man I'm hiding from were to discover I was still alive,
he'd try and kill me again.
Or go after you.
Let's go after him.
All you need to know
is that as long as I'm still around, we're all in danger.
I was supposed to leave last night,
but my departure was delayed
because of the commotion you and your friends caused.
It was wonderful to get to see you again.
It's something I didn't think I'd ever be able to do.
But I'm afraid you have to go now.
What... what is this?
You're kicking me out?
And then what?
You go and you disappear?
Leave me alone again?
It's for your own safety.
I'm sorry.
Thank you for meeting me.
What can I do for you, Chuck?
I just found out from an extremely reliable source
someone else was after my father right before his death.
I want to know who it was.
That was years ago.
Why would a source come to you now?
Just look into it.
I'll triple your usual fee if you can get me a name by noon.
I'm sorry. I can't help you with this.
Not only am I on assignment, but frankly,
this seems like a waste of both our time.
If you won't help me, I'll find someone who can.
Sometimes, looking for answers
only leads to more questions.
Serena, hey. Is Blair up there?
No, she had to run an errand.
I just, uh, I have some news I wanna surprise her with.
And sometimes, you're better off not knowing.
Chuck? I can't really be seen with you right now.
But how are you doing?
Are you okay?
Far from it.
I have to find a way to stop my father from leaving tonight.
Leaving? But you just found him.
He left to keep me safe. Now it's my turn to save him.
Is there anywhere you have to be right now?
But the best way to avoid giving an answer
is to avoid the question altogether.
Is my mother back? Did she notice the eye cream already?
No, it's actually Dan.
He's waiting her with big news to surprise you with.
I'm with Chuck.
B.
No, it's not like that.
He needs me.
He's going through an extremely difficult time right now.
Yeah, of course he is, especially if it means
taking you away from Dan to be with him.
And you just told me Dan is having trust issues.
I know, but this is life or death.
And other than not being able to say where I am,
what I'm doing, or who I'm waiting for,
I honestly have nothing to hide.
Well, Dan needs you, too,
and you can't be two places at once.
You're right. I'll be right there.
Whatever news he has, I'm sure it won't take too long to relay.
Chuck...
I'm sorry.
I want to stay, but something came up.
Do you mind if I...
Diana will see you now.
I can handle this part on my own.
Thanks for waiting with me.
I don't suppose you came here to thank me?
Thank you for what?
Not telling me my father was alive,
pretending to be my mother, or screwing my best friend?
You mean for keeping your father alive,
pretending to be your mother to protect him,
and... well, I don't expect you to thank me for Nate.
Perhaps I should thank you for that one.
Look, I'm not here to hug it out
or bond over my father's resurrection.
I just need your help in keeping him here.
I'm afraid that's not possible.
I think it is.
You've been helping him hide. I think you know who from.
Who tried to kill my father?
I know it was one of his competitors,
someone powerful enough to scare him into hiding
these last few years.
I just want a name.
Does your father know you're here?
If you really wanna help him,
help me put an end to this.
If I do agree-- and only if--
you can never say who told you.
And...
I'll need something else from you.
It's not a small request.
The price is no concern.
I need this to happen as fast as possible.
Make them an offer they can't say no to,
and offer them more.
Make this happen now.
Hungry?
Thirsty.
Blair asked me to come check on you. Everything okay?
Blair asked you to do that?
Oh, I owe her a favor or 12.
I don't need a babysitter.
Besides...
He already has one.
I am so sorry! Serena told me you were waiting.
I had to go to five different stores
to find the right eye cream.
No, don't worry about it.
I was just catching up on some reading,
which is actually for you.
A Rome travel guide?
Yeah, I talked to Alessandra,
who talked to the people at the program,
and they said I can still go to Rome if I want.
But the best part is, you can come with me.
Wow. All summer?
Yeah. We would have to meet with an alumnus from the program
since the chairwoman is already on her way back to Italy.
You know, I mean, it's a small group,
so they have to vet everyone's plus-one.
Of course. It sounds reasonable.
Only thing is, the interview would have to be today
since it's so last-minute.
So what do you think? Huh, spend the summer with me in Italy?
What is she doing here?
Has she come to you for help?
Nathaniel, can I speak with you privately?
Just a moment, please.
Take your time.
You still want her out, right?
Yes. Lola and I are coming up with a plan.
There's no need to scheme. I've taken care of it.
There's a paper in London which is in need of a face-lift.
I've arranged for Diana to take it over
at a bargain basement price.
Wait. She didn't want to leave. What else did you promise her?
That you wouldn't expose her previous profession.
Let her leave with her reputation still in tact.
So she gets everything she wants?
Where's the justice in that?
There's justice in getting what we want
you wanted Diana out. I got her out.
And it's good business for me.
Now all I need to do is finalize the deal.
Hey, B., Diana's here and so is Nate.
It's super tense. You have to tell me what's going on.
I can't, S. I'm sorry.
But text me what Chuck's mood is like when they leave.
That way, I'll know if I'm needed.
Oh, hey. What--what was Dan's big surprise?
It was more of an ambush.
He got into this writing program in Rome,
and he wants me to go with him the whole summer.
Oh, how dare he!
Blair, that's amazing.
I told him I had to check my calendar
to buy some time to think.
Oh, what's there to think about?
Rome for the summer sounds like a dream.
Well, not for Romans.
The whole place will be crawling with Americans.
And you can be two of them.
But it's a big decision,
and after spending last summer at Louis' side,
I was hoping to do my own thing.
So your indecision has nothing to do with Chuck?
Absolutely not.
My concern for him at this time
is about something entirely unrelated.
Which you can't tell me about.
B., I hate being out of the loop. Come on!
It's simply not up to me to tell. Sorry.
But text me with updates as to how he's doing.
Hey.
So is she taking the offer?
Getting everything she wants.
She's done nothing but lie to us.
Now she's being rewarded for it.
Well, at least she'll be gone soon.
Yeah. We should probably warn London.
I mean, she's gonna be playing the exact same games over there,
and there's not a thing we can do to stop her.
Maybe we can.
Chuck agreed that you wouldn't out Diana's secret.
But he didn't say anything about me.
So... what's the verdict?
I'm in.
Great!
I'll call the liaison with the program
to see when he can come over.
After all your father's done to protect you,
I would hate to see this end in tragedy.
Are you sure you want to know who tried to kill him?
Yes, I'm sure.
And we have a deal.
All right, then.
Mason Nevins.
One of your father's fiercest competitors
with known ties to organized crime...
And a liking for twins.
I don't care about his sex life.
Ah, but you should. He's quite the family man,
demands the utmost discretion.
Now I'm scheduled for two of my girls to pay him a visit.
If someone were to catch him in the act,
that someone would have
extremely valuable blackmail material.
If your father knew, I doubt he'd approve.
Which is why not telling him is part of the deal.
Right.
Standing appointment.
The James Hotel, skyline suite. 4:00 P.M.
He's gonna come alone.
He doesn't want anyone to know about this.
And that includes his henchmen.
Pleasure doing business with you.
Mm, that's odd.
It's my friend from the "Times."
She can't possibly know about our little deal yet--
unless my phone is tapped, which I wouldn't put past her.
Hang on.
Marlene, darling. How are you?
You don't say. An anonymous tip?
Yes, I suppose that would be quite the scandal,
if it were true, but... hang on.
The deal is off,
and you can forget about using my girls.
Marlene, you can't say a word of this to anybody...
They say the truth will set you free,
but some truth comes at a price.
What have you done?
Okay, someone has to tell me what's going on here.
We couldn't let her get away without any consequences.
She's done nothing but deceive all of us, including you.
It just wasn't right.
Yeah, we're sorry we messed up your deal,
but this was beyond business. It was personal.
You no idea how personal. I made that deal with her
so she would help get my father out of hiding.
Wait. Your father-- you mean Jack?
Bart. He's alive.
The bone, Dorota? Really?
Our guest is Italian.
I don't think that beige plates are very la dolce vita.
You don't think this is-- this is too much?
And it's just an interview with one person.
Well, we want to impress him, right?
I think they're just trying to make sure
we're a sane, stable couple.
I-I guess they've had some trouble in the past.
Apparently, Padma Lakshmi and Salman Rushdie
broke up during their stay...
And it caused all kinds of drama.
Oh. Uh...
You know what? You're right. This is all wrong.
Yeah, it's a little overboard.
No, it's not enough.
We don't want pastries. We want gelato.
What? Whoa, whoa, whoa.
But it's important for us to show
how much we love Italian culture,
and what says that better than gelato?
I go get gelato, miss Blair.
No. It's okay. I will do it, Dorota.
You never get the right flavors anyway.
No one likes pistachio anything.
But, you know, we have an hour.
I'll be back in plenty of time, I promise.
So all these years,
he never made any attempt to contact you?
Or my mom?
Too risky.
If my memory serves me right,
Lily was in the process of leaving him for Rufus.
He only came out of hiding to save me after the accident.
I was hoping to return the favor,
but your little girlfriend ruined that plan
when she exposed Diana.
I hope she feels justice has been served
because she cost me my father.
Hey, ease up. She didn't know about Bart. None of us did.
Well, is there anything we can do to help?
I'm not sure.
Once this guy shows up, and Diana's girls aren't there,
he's gonna know something isn't right.
I need to come up with a new plan fast.
You don't need a new plan. You just need new girls.
And since you have a Juilliard actress at your disposal,
and one who wants to fix what she broke...
I'm sure she'd love the chance to make things right.
Wonderful.
Just tell her it's a non-union job.
While we rehearse, you go after Diana
and make sure she doesn't cancel her client's appointment.
We don't want to put on a show to an empty house.
Hurry. We only have an hour.
You're gonna need every minute I can spare.
Bart, it's Diana.
Start getting ready.
You're leaving earlier than scheduled,
and I'm coming with you.
Oh, and I hope you've got that check for me.
Where is she? We have to get going.
You said you needed twins, right?
Or at least two blondes around the same height.
Ivy owes me.
I'll do whatever it takes to help.
I'd love to get back in the gang.
But... just to clarify,
in order to be "back in the gang",
you would've had to be in the gang to begin with.
We don't need Ivy. I can do it.
After all, B., you have that thing you need to get to.
Actually, I have a different acting job for you--
a part you know better than anyone.
Mr. Daniel Humphrey, this Mr. Emilio Pivano.
Thank you for coming on--on such short notice.
It's a pleasure to meet an esteemed alumnus of the program.
I read your book. Not a bad debut.
Easy to see the potential.
Thank you.
How many people were you expecting?
Only you.
Uh, that's just my girlfriend Blair.
She loves variety and themes. In fact, funny story--
um, being that the program is in Rome,
she wanted us to have gelato,
so she--she went out to get some since we didn't have any here.
Knowing, uh, miss Blair, she go to Chelsea market
for best gelato in city.
And, I mean, what--what says "Italy" better than, uh, gelato?
Sh-she'll--she'll be-- she'll be back in just a moment.
Sorry I'm late.
I got stuck in traffic.
Babe, I'm sorry. Hi. I'm Blair Waldorf.
So nice to meet you.
Looks like S. is B.S.ing as B.
Let's hope this works.
There's no place like Rome.
Where is the gelato?
I actually didn't even like him at first.
I thought that he was annoying and unpopular and from Brooklyn.
And I would, uh, antagonize him on a daily basis.
We--we really couldn't stand each other for years.
But it's like a movie now, you know,
because we're just madly in love.
Mm, n-not--not that madly.
It's a--it's a-- it's a calm, stable love.
We're--we're very secure in it. We don't have to worry about it.
Yeah, yeah, it's like we were meant to be. Mm.
Like Brad and Angelina once they got rid of Jennifer.
Yeah, I mean, not that dramatic.
Obviously, there was no Jennifer.
You'll have to excuse Blair.
She's not really feeling herself today.
You know, the point is,
if Dan is in Rome, I wanna be in Rome.
That sounds wonderful.
You two make an... interesting couple.
Uh, excuse me one moment. I have to take this call.
Where the hell is Blair?
If she didn't want to come to Rome with me,
she should've just said so.
Something came up.
Is she with Chuck?
No. Of course not. She's with Eleanor.
But she knows how important this is to you,
and she wants to go, so she sent me in her place.
Well, you're not really helping.
He just said we make an interesting couple.
Not in a good way.
I cannot believe that Blair would do this.
What could be more important?
I handpicked these myself.
You really want us to wear one of those?
If it helps to get into character.
Or you can have him choose your outfits
and stay clothed for now.
Okay. When Nevins shows up, take charge immediately.
Remember, you are pros.
You call the shots.
What if he wants to touch us?
SWAT his hand away and tell him "no."
Treat him like the dog he is.
How do you know this will work?
You think this is the first time
I've entrapped someone with prostitutes?
Every good girl has a pair.
Now when the time is right,
Chuck will burst in and take pictures,
and then your work here is done.
Oh. And if you get his clothes off
before you cuff him to the bed,
it'll make things a lot easier.
What are you doing here?
Came to say a proper good-bye.
Sorry. Short on time.
Besides, what about your girlfriend?
That's not what I meant.
Your friend from the "Times" is on her way here now.
She seems interested in hearing what I have to say.
Why would she believe you?
I made a copy of your day planner.
I can explain the code.
You don't understand. I have to reach Bart.
As if you care about anyone but yourself.
Nate...
I made several bad choices early on in life.
But I wanted to escape that world and start fresh.
"The Spectator" is my shot at doing that,
and... being here with you...
it's the happiest I've ever been.
I don't believe you.
You lied to me from the moment we randomly met in Los Angeles,
and you're lying to me now.
I never lied about my feelings to you.
I think in your heart you know that.
Nate, I can't go back to my old life,
and I stand no choice of starting a new one
with my name in the headlines.
Must you keep me here to humiliate me on top of all that?
I apologize for cutting this short,
but I think we've covered everything.
Um, thank you for coming by.
I'm sorry if we wasted your time.
Not your fault. Lucia insisted we do this.
But I'm sure you'll both have a nice time in Rome.
Just watch out for pickpockets.
Che bastardi. Wait a second. I'm sorry.
Are you--are you saying that, uh, we got in?
Of course. This was just a formality,
and if I didn't have a deadline to meet for my new novel,
I would love to sit around and chat more with you guys.
You really do make a lovely couple.
A lot of energy, that one.
Hello.
I'm Eleanor Waldorf.
Oh. You have a lovely daughter.
I can see where she gets her beauty from.
Okay, thank you so much for coming,
but don't forget that deadline, buddy.
Serena, how are you?
Hello! I am good. Thank you.
Uh, wh-where's Blair?
I haven't seen her yet. Excuse me.
So what if we, like, lay down on the bed
in a... in a sexy pose?
Yeah. But I don't know.
Maybe we could just, like, stand here and look sexy.
When we were doing all those crazy exercises in acting class,
who would have thought that we'd end up here?
Holding an imaginary orange in our hands.
Oh, God. He's here.
Break a leg.
Whatever.
Are you Diana's girls?
Strip down to your underwear and get on the bed.
You don't understand.
We heard you like it rough.
What do you want your safe word to be?
I am not the client.
Chuck sent me. You're in danger,
and so is Bart. Nevins got wise to your plan.
Chuck's on his way to see Bart now,
and we're supposed to regroup there.
He said that you would know the way.
I do, yeah.
Well, good, 'cause we really need to go. Come on.
Chuck.
Chuck!
I wish you would have told me earlier
you were having your P.I. take the pictures.
I told the girls you would be doing it.
I am. What are you talking about?
Andrew Tyler.
I saw him get into an elevator as I came down.
You didn't send him?
I didn't send Andrew anywhere.
Lola? Ivy?
Where could they have gone?
Uh-oh, Chuck. You might need to have
your private investigator investigated.
So I'm a little confused.
First, Blair says she's running out to get gelato,
and then you say she's with Eleanor,
and then Eleanor says she hasn't seen Blair all day.
So where's Blair?
She's with Chuck.
I knew it.
I know it's hard, Dan, but you're gonna have to trust her.
How am I supposed to trust her around Chuck
when I know she doesn't love me?
I mean, that's the real reason she doesn't wanna come away with me.
I'm sorry. That's--I-I should talk about this to someone else.
No, I-I can handle it.
I told Blair I loved her, and she didn't say it back.
Oh, Dan, you know how many times she's been burned by that word.
First, Chuck took a year to say it,
and then Louis said it too soon.
I know how much she cares about you.
She may not have said it then, but she will.
Even if that is true, that doesn't change the fact
that she lied to me.
This lie is different.
It's...
It's life or death.
Come on. I know you Upper East Siders
are partial to hyperbole, but it's--
Not this time.
Bart Bass is alive.
What?
Chuck? Bart?
Hello?
Well, this is the room he was in yesterday.
Maybe he changed rooms. You stay here. We'll go check.
How about I come with you-- for protection?
Oh, wait. Here he comes.
What the...
Surprised to see me?
Until you found out I was still alive.
Leave us.
You were the last person I saw before the accident.
You got out of the car right before it happened.
When Blair told me she saw you at the hotel earlier,
I started thinking.
It wasn't a competitor that tried to kill him.
It was you.
You hired me to gather intel on Nevins, and I did.
A lot of it.
But he found out, and he threatened me and my family.
It was either you or them, so I turned.
Told him I'd work for him.
And to prove my loyalty, I helped get you out of the way.
I told 'em where you'd be-- in the car,
and they told me when to get out.
Did you get all that?
Every word.
Officers?
I guess now the police know the truth.
You'll be sticking around.
When you care about someone, you want them to stay.
Come in.
Someone from the "Times" is here.
Yeah, tell her Diana's already gone,
and she took her book day planner with her.
But sometimes, showing you care means letting them go.
Hi.
Hey. How'd everything go?
Pretty great, considering.
Bart Bass is alive and safe.
Chuck stayed up there with him. They're talking to the police.
And Ivy and Lola?
You would have been proud, if you liked either of them.
But if Lola hadn't texted where they were going,
we might not have ever beat them up there.
Well, maybe I should give her some more credit.
Well, thanks for covering for me with Dan.
I called him on the way back. He said we're going to Italy.
Well, that's great news, isn't it?
Of course. I...
I just hope they're not disappointed
with the real Blair Waldorf when they meet her.
Oh, they never could be.
But you should probably know you volunteered
to teach English at a local school while you're there.
Well, I guess I can't spend all my time
shopping on the Via Condotti.
You could only stare up at the Sistine Chapel for so long.
Thanks, S.
You really are my best friend.
Hmm. I love you, B.
I love you, too.
Speaking of which,
maybe it's time to tell Dan how you feel about him?
He told you about that?
I'm not ready.
I really want the next person I say it to, to be the last.
You're packing to come home, right?
Right.
Now that we have Tyler's confession, we can get Nevins.
And I can show my face again.
I wanna thank you, son.
I didn't think this was gonna be possible,
but the way you took control, got me out of this mess,
makes me think I did something right in raising you.
I think we both know you didn't raise me.
You were too busy with all those inappropriate transient women
to teach me any viable life lessons...
Except those about inappropriate transient women.
I will have to lay low,
hire security.
We'll take care of it together, like a family.
Speaking of which, what about Lily?
Have you thought about how you wanna break the news to her?
I'm not sure.
My relationship with Lily was on the rocks.
You and I were going through a difficult time.
Maybe hiding all these years
was easier than facing things head-on.
Well...
How about we try group therapy next time instead?
So how did Diana get away?
What did she do, go out the window?
Wouldn't put it past her.
But whatever happened, I don't think we'll see her again.
Oh, good. Then I get your full attention. Yeah.
Blair, it's three months.
We can't--we can't spend the entire summer
living at the Hotel de Russie.
Well, of course not.
We also have to stay at the Portrait Suites,
which is right above Ferragamo.
Of course. That may be more for me.
Do you really wanna spend
the entire summer with me in Rome?
Chuck's dad is alive.
That is gonna change his world deeply.
His, yes, but not mine.
I understand why you did what you did today,
but I need to know, for me, for us...
What is really happening here?
There is nothing I want more
than to spend the summer right by your side.
Where are you going?
I just realized that somebody should probably break the news
about Bart to my dad.
Well, then I will start researching restaurants.
We have 3 months. That's 90 days,
which is 270 meals.
I may need to create a spreadsheet.
You want camomile tea before bed, miss Serena?
I just make for miss Eleanor, catch up on all the gossip,
watch "Toddlers & Tiaras."
Please, no more tiaras of any kind.
You have smile in eyes.
It's so nice to see you away from that computer.
Yeah, the computer's gone,
and I finally feel like I'm getting my life back,
and my friends back, too. Feels good.
Oh. It's probably Blair now.
Evening, Upper East Siders.
Many of you have complained I've been too kind
to S. and B. these last few months.
But all of that's about to change...
because I've got a page from Blair Waldorf's diary,
where she tells all about who's really in her heart.
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