GOSSIP GIRL: Gossip Girl here. Your one and only source...
...into the scandalous lives of Manhattan's elite.
You will find your place, just give it time.
No, I found my place, and it's at the bottom.
I cannot believe you told Vanessa to take Rifkin.
I'm at a party, I don't feel like taking a test.
If your family can accept us, one day mine will too.
- I'm opening a restaurant. - Downstairs, he's creating a club.
You wanted to ruin my deal, so you brought Carter as your wingman.
I don't want anyone else. I want you.
I'm still a little wrecked, so I'll call you later.
Okay.
WOMAN: Where has she been?
GOSSIP GIRL: And who am I?
That's one secret I'll never tell.
You know you love me. XOXO...
...Gossip Girl.
GOSSIP GIRL: Morning in New York.
Time to wake up from bad dreams, roll out of the beds we've made...
...and start making plans for a brighter future.
BLAIR: Chuck, it's me.
I know this sounds all schedule-y, but with you focused...
...on making your mark in the business world and me focused on...
Point being, I just got out of class, and if I skip French History...
...we might have time to squeeze in a mid-morning renaissance before lunch.
Ah! Ew!
Oh, God! No. Ugh!
I'm wearing a glove and I still wanna wash my hands.
Hey, roomie. Dan was just...
I was... I was just getting a book I need. It's...
"Our Bodies, Ourselves: A New Edition for a New Era."
- Excellent. - No, I know what this is.
Don't think that you can run me out with a half-naked Dan Humphrey.
Fine. Stay. Maybe you'll learn something.
DAN: No, that's okay. I was just about to hit the trail.
It just so happens I'm on my way to breakfast.
I just stopped by to drop off my books and pick up my mail.
Feel free to hit the trail all you want.
From Serena to Georgina?
Quite a fall, even for you.
Don't worry about Blair. I knew she'd have a problem with us.
But I think Vanessa's gonna be supportive...
...and Serena and Jenny and your dad.
Hey, I'm starved. Wanna grab breakfast?
Uh... You know what? I gotta be somewhere.
- But rain check? - Sure. No biggie.
Thanks.
- Dan? - What? Oh, of course.
Did I just catch you on a walk of shame?
No. No, no, no, don't be silly. I was visiting, uh... Uh... Vanessa.
She's on this Chinese, feng-shui kick. She makes you take your shoes off...
- And your shirt? - Yeah, it's weird.
I thought I heard your voices.
What's going on?
I was looking for Blair's room, and Dan claims he was visiting you...
...but if that's Vanessa's room, then where?
- Tell me it was Blair. - Tell me it was Georgina.
I don't wanna talk about this right now in the hallway. Or ever.
Never would be good. I would like that.
When you do something no one knows about, it's like you're not doing it.
- But when someone finds out... - It becomes real.
- Yeah. - College is time for experimentation.
Psychedelic drugs, ethnic food.
Girls who once pretended to be Sarah from Portland.
Okay, so you guys are, what?
- We're just gonna tease you mercilessly. - But without judgment.
Who doesn't have a Georgina in their closet?
- Right. - Right.
Okay, I was coming to see Blair, but now that she's not here...
...you wanna button up and come with me, tiger?
VANESSA: I'll come with you.
Scott has his Comp Theory seminar in the mornings.
I'm gonna try to catch him for coffee.
I thought Comp Theory was in the afternoon.
Georgina's friend kept talking about how hard it was to get in.
I forgot how much reading I have before class.
I'm gonna catch up with you later.
Okay.
[PHONE RINGING]
- Vanessa, hey. - Hey. How was Comp Theory?
Non-stop excitement. Lots of theories.
I ran into Dan and he thought the seminars were in the afternoons.
The seminars are, but the study groups are in the mornings.
Why don't I swing by and we can grab coffee?
I'd love to, it's just, um...
I can't, I'm sorry. I have to go.
- I'll call you later. - Yeah, bye.
Vanessa says hi.
RUFUS: Did you tell her you were a natural?
One week of lessons, you got all the chords.
Thanks again. I've always wanted to learn.
Figured I'd get a few pointers from one of the greats.
I don't know about one of the greats. Maybe one of the pretty goods.
All right, here we go.
I've actually been meaning to talk to you about something.
Me too.
You know, Vanessa's like a daughter to me.
Not to slip into after-school special territory...
...but I just wanted to make sure... - Don't worry.
Vanessa, I like her a lot. I do. It's just... I hope everything works out.
Why wouldn't it?
JENNY: Hey, Scott.
Dad, you excited about the auction tonight?
Lily has a photo for sale at the charity auction at Sotheby's.
I'm gonna go and check out the competition.
Wow. Bowie is a dead ringer for Shakira.
- You know, I should probably take off. - But I thought you wanted to talk.
Oh, it can wait.
Maybe next time we jam.
- Is Wednesday still good? - See you then.
All right.
Scott's been spending a lot of time here lately.
Yeah, he's a good kid.
Good guitar player too.
So you're being pretty open-minded about Georgina.
Maybe it's because since I started dating Carter...
...I have never been more pleasantly surprised.
Wait, so you're now dating Carter Baizen?
Is it because Chuck isn't currently available?
He's not like Chuck anymore.
Which is why I'm saying, if you wanna date Georgina then more power to you.
Just check there's not an ice pick under the bed.
We're not dating. We are... We're just hanging out.
Then piece of advice? Make sure she knows that.
If Georgina likes somebody, she will go from zero to crazy before you know it.
- Good luck. - Thanks. You too.
Hey. Why are we meeting downtown? What's the big surprise?
I've been staying at the Downing.
What do you say to a weekend of room service and fluffy robes?
A hotel? I thought your parents cut you off.
When there's a fluffy robe, there's a way. Unless you have plans tonight.
Well, not me, but maybe we?
There's this family thing tonight, an auction, but I thought...
Carter?
Aubrey.
We met at Brandy Library last month? You have no idea who I am, do you?
No. But probably because I wasn't at Brandy Library last month.
Okay. So I guess I had sex with another Carter Baizen...
...who drinks his single malt with one ice cube...
...and claimed to be leaving with the Peace Corps the next day.
Sounds like a charming fellow.
Mistaken identity?
Obviously. You know I take my Scotch neat.
I have no idea who that woman is.
- That's... Hey, that's not me anymore. - Okay.
About tonight? You were gonna ask me something?
You know, it was... It was nothing. I...
I'll call you later.
Scott Adler. I need to know if he's in Comp Theory.
I'm sorry, but we're not allowed to give out student's class schedules.
GOSSIP GIRL: When faced with an uncertain future, the questions we truly hate to ask...
... are the ones we fear we already know the answer to.
What if he's not a student? I just need to know that he actually goes here. Please.
My last boyfriend told me his dad invented the battery.
I'm sorry. There's no record of a Scott Adler in our system.
- I recommend the hot apple cider caramel. - On what?
Surprise me.
You are amazing.
But, look, I, uh...
I have a really big meeting in a few hours.
A few hours is hours from now.
Seriously, it's important.
I have to keep my focus.
It's with Sean MacPherson. I'm only gonna get one shot.
As opposed to me, who just some endless font of do-overs?
Look, I'll make it up to you.
- Where are you going? - No idea.
I have nowhere left to go.
My roommate is a nympho, I have no friends at school...
...and my boyfriend would rather obsess than spend quality time with me.
And hasn't, by the way, in five days.
GOSSIP GIRL: In biblical times, destiny was delivered...
... in the form of stone tablets or a burning bush.
But today, true destiny is often engraved and carries an embossed seal.
Oh, my God.
Serena, you won't believe what I just got.
Good eye contact... Hi. Hey, how's it going? Hi.
[SIGHS]
- Hey. - Oh, hey.
- What are you doing here? - I was just, uh...
I wanted to talk to you about us.
Not "us" us. It's, uh...
Here's the thing. I really love hanging out with you...
...but I just wanna make sure that we're on the same page...
...about us hanging out like we do.
- Lf you want me to leave, I understand. - That was your first of those talks, huh?
Yeah. How was I?
You're adorable.
Come on. I was heading out for pizza.
Don't worry. No strings.
Yeah, okay. Yeah. Yeah, I like... I like pizza.
That was easy.
"La Table Élitaire"?
"The Elite Table." Have you not heard of them?
It's a secret society. If I had heard of it, it wouldn't be secret.
They're modeled after the Grandes Écoles in France.
Secret salons for the elite of academic institutions.
Finally, something exclusive to strive for.
Something worthy of all my pent-up energy and attention.
- So I take it you and Chuck still...? - No.
And if he wants to focus on something other than us, so can I.
You know, in a way, I blame all of this on you.
- Me? - Yes.
He told me how you killed his speakeasy plan.
And hanging out with Carter Baizen? Listen to me, S.
Listen very carefully.
You're not going to Brown. You're scared to tell your mom.
You're in free fall. Enter Carter Baizen.
I get it, believe me. But you need to pull the chute before splat.
No, it's not like that. He's different with me.
He actually knows me.
And who are you trying to convince? Me or you?
Carter, I wanted to invite you to the Sotheby's auction with me tonight.
Call me back and let me know that you can come.
I'll talk to you later. Bye.
Guys like Carter don't change, S.
[PHONE BEEPING]
- Ooh! It's them. - Who?
La Table Élitaire.
They've given me my initiation instructions.
This is it. I gotta go.
Oh, and you really are making a huge mistake. Bye.
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
Chuck Bass for Mr. MacPherson?
I apologize, but he's going to have to reschedule.
It's Devyn, right? We spoke earlier.
You're far more beautiful than I pictured.
I have an M.B.A. From Tuck. I'm not the coat-check girl.
Well, then I'm sure you're aware his club on 63rd isn't doing as well as it could.
Uptown isn't downtown. I have some ideas he should hear.
We get dozens of young guys a week pitching Sean their vision of the future.
- That doesn't mean he wants to hear it. - I can be very persuasive.
So were they.
Piece of advice?
You really want him to take you seriously?
Find a way to show him that you respect his past.
At least then you'll have a shot.
I can't believe your parents haven't returned your calls.
Or e-mails. Or texts.
I even wrote on my dad's Facebook wall.
- What do you wanna do? - As much as I enjoy the low profile...
...it'd be nice to go somewhere that has a cash register.
You mean actually go out together? Be seen by other people?
I would like you to meet some of my friends.
If they remember who you are.
- I held you captive for quite a while. - Ah, but not against my will.
All right, let me see what everyone's doing tonight...
...and we'll make our public debut.
And if your family finds out?
- Maybe they'll call and complain. - Ooh.
BLAIR: Chuck?
How did you know I was here?
Did you find me to apologize? That is so sweet.
Not exactly. Though I am sorry.
I know I've been all work lately.
If you didn't find me, what are you doing?
There's a photograph I need that's up for auction.
Me too.
My prayers have been answered. A secret collegiate society wants me.
Initiation is easy. You have to contribute to their salon's art collection as a fee.
You've gotta be kidding me.
I'm more of a Helmut Newton girl myself, but they want a vintage McMullan.
You see the guy in this photo?
That's Sean MacPherson.
He has an entire wall of photos like this in his office.
But procuring this one for him...
...is the best way I can show him I have respect for his history.
Show him respect?
He's a club owner, not a Mafia don.
You can buy your table people a wonderful Henry Diltz.
La Table Élitaire.
I only have until midnight. This is what they asked for.
Look, I'm sorry, but I need this.
Well, you're not getting it.
Or anything else, I might add.
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
I got your message. What's up?
- I like you. - I like you too.
I'm gonna give you 30 seconds to explain why there's no Scott Adler at NYU.
Look, Vanessa, it's complicated.
Let me make it easy. Tell me the truth or we're over.
I lied to you because I had to.
That's not good enough.
GOSSIP GIRL: They say honesty is the best policy.
My name is...
My name isn't Adler, it's Rosson.
I'm Rufus and Lily's son.
Oh, my God.
GOSSIP GIRL: I hope everyone's policies are paid up...
... because it looks like we're on a collision course.
My parents told me I was adopted...
...but it wasn't until this spring that I decided to find my parents.
When I told my folks my intentions, they said that they'd spoken with them.
And they wanted nothing to do with me.
They lied to you, Scott. Rufus and Lily went looking for you.
- Your parents said that you were dead. - Wait, what?
They said you were killed in a boating accident.
That was my younger brother, Andrew.
- Why would my parents tell them that? - I don't know...
...but you need to tell Rufus who you are.
I need to talk to my parents first.
It's been 20 years. What's a day or two more?
If you have any feelings for me, you won't say anything yet.
The card's good, man. Run it again.
I have, man. Three times.
I've been instructed to destroy it and call the authorities.
- Wait. How much for the weekend? - Including your room-service bill?
I didn't order any of this. Three bottles of '95 Dom Reserve.
- You kidding? I'm not paying. - Hey. What's going on?
Four-star hotels aren't what they used to be.
Hey, if you need to use my card, you can.
- You should pay for room service. - I didn't order room service.
Carter.
You don't believe me.
You didn't with that woman this morning, and you don't now.
I believe you. I do.
You'd make a terrible poker player.
I wanna believe you've changed. You're making it hard.
If you don't trust me, what are we doing?
I'm not sure.
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
I came to apologize.
- So apologize. - That was it.
But it comes with champagne.
Your favorite vintage if I'm not mistaken.
Our relationship should be more important than business deals or secret societies.
- So, what do you propose? - I propose we don't go to the auction.
Neither of us gets the photograph. It's the only way.
Hm. Pity. I already have my bidding paddle.
Well, I'm sure we can find some other use for it.
Hey.
Hey. Thanks for meeting me. Sorry I sounded so cryptic on the phone.
Don't worry about it. I was with Georgina a couple blocks away.
- What's up? - Scott's been lying to everyone.
What? About what?
- He's not a student here. - He's been lying about going to NYU?
Why would anyone do that? Have you confronted him?
Vanessa, he's been pretending to take classes, recommending professors.
That is beyond creepy. You gotta tell me what's going on.
Hey. I'm sorry to interrupt, but Blair actually locked me out...
...and by the size of the sock on the doorknob, I didn't wanna knock.
Okay, I'm gonna go get coffee and let you guys stare at each other.
No, I'm leaving.
Wait. Are you gonna come to the auction?
My dad wants us all to be there, and we can talk then.
Right. Rufus. Yeah, I'll definitely be there.
I'm a good listener.
Her boyfriend is apparently lying about going to school here...
...and she won't tell me why.
Hello? She likes the guy and wants to wish for the best.
Not exactly unprecedented in affairs of the heart.
- Oh, so I let it go? Do nothing? - No, silly.
We find out who this guy really is.
[PHONES BEEPING]
- Buckman, car detailed. - Dorota, dry cleaning.
[PHONE BEEPING]
We've been waiting a week for this.
- I'm turning them off. - Wait.
"Got word photo could go for 5500." How could you?
[PHONE BEEPING]
- Hey. - "Last McMullan went for 3000."
Dorota's counterintelligence isn't what it used to be.
Don't change the subject. I can't believe you lied to me.
Trying to use sex to distract me.
I learned from the best.
That photograph is mine.
She stole my shoes?
GEORGINA: Is there anything else that he told you?
I don't know. He said he played soccer in high school.
- Claimed he was MVP. - Soccer.
Is there a team name or a mascot?
Uh... Yeah. Lions.
- Wow. I don't know how I remembered that. - Okay.
Voila. Well, at least he was honest about sports. Typical.
His last name's not Adler. It's Rosson. Does that mean anything to you?
I figured you'd be halfway back to Boston by now.
Oh, I thought about it.
And?
I thought about you.
I called my parents. Had it out with them...
...told them what I needed to do. They didn't take it well.
I was just hoping that I wouldn't have to go through telling Rufus alone.
You don't.
Scott Rosson. He wrote me that after reading my short story...
...in The New Yorker. - Fan letter?
So he's kind of like your stalker?
- I guess. - How rock star is that?
Hey, Vanessa. It's me.
Look, Scott is not who he says he is.
And I don't know, he could be dangerous.
Please call me.
So, what now?
She said she was going to the auction. You have plans tonight?
No.
GOSSIP GIRL: Turns out photographs won't be the only thing up for grabs tonight.
A priceless secret is on the auction block and bidding begins now.
NATE: You ready? MAN 1: Miss Buckley.
MAN 2: Mr. Archibald, this way, please. Excuse me.
MAN 3: Mr. Archibald. MAN 4: Hey.
Look at me.
You can do this. Okay?
Come on.
[CAMERAS CLICKING]
B? What are you doing here?
I need a photograph that's up for auction to get into La Table Élitaire...
...but Chuck wants it for some business deal. Can you believe that?
Putting his own happiness above mine? What kind of boyfriend does that?
How is that a healthy relationship? Tell me.
I take it you two still haven't...
There aren't enough curse words to satisfy me right now.
I'm sorry. If it makes you feel any better, you were right about Carter.
I should've listened to you.
It's for the best, S.
- Most guys just are who they are. CHUCK: Hey.
My Bottegas. Where are they?
Prisoners of war. They'll be released when I have the photograph.
And don't think you can distract me with another ounce of Dom.
So I see you're not with your sidekick this evening.
It's probably best. This place doesn't accept IOUs.
- Some guys just are... - Who they are?
That's exactly what Blair just said.
I am right here, okay?
Hey. I didn't think you guys were coming.
Remember I told you there was something I wanted to talk to you about?
AUCTIONEER: Ladies and gentlemen, the auction will begin in a few minutes.
RUFUS: Give me one second? I need to check when Lily's photo's up.
I'll be right back.
Oh, my God.
Don't worry, it's a long night. There's still time.
No, it's not that.
Who is she?
It's my mother.
Welcome to Sotheby's.
For your competition tonight, we offer a wonderful selection of works of art...
...all of which have been generously donated.
There'll be no premium...
You can't outbid me. How are you planning to win?
Your lack of focus.
First up, lot number one is the Patrick McMullan.
And I'll start the bidding at $3500. Thirty-six, 37, 38, 39, 4000.
Forty-one, 42, 43, 44. Five thousand dollars.
At 5000. Fifty-one, 52 on the telephone, 53, 54, 55.
Six thousand dollars now. Sixty-five hundred.
Seven thousand dollars. Seventy-one hundred.
Enough. I need this and you're gonna let me have it.
- You don't, and, no, I'm not. - Seventy-four hundred.
I need that society. You don't turn down destiny.
It's not destiny if you have to barter your way in.
You're special on your own, you don't need some group.
And what about you? Since when does Chuck Bass pay for a partner?
The Chuck I knew bribed no one but me.
Sold for 7500 to 915. Thank you very much.
- What? - What?
What are you doing here?
- Is Dad here too? - No.
After your call, I came straight to New York.
I had Lily's address. The doorman told me about the auction.
If you came to stop me, you wasted a trip.
I'm not here to stop you.
I'm here to stand by you.
When they came looking for you so soon after Andrew...
...the thought of losing you too?
I told your father to lie. It's my fault.
And that's why I'm here tonight to tell you...
...you're my son, sweetie.
I love you.
And if this is what you need to do...
...then we support you.
GEORGINA: This is my kind of date.
DAN: Racing to an art auction to confront a possible stalker?
Was your last boyfriend Batman?
GEORGINA: Admit it. You're having fun.
Dad. Thank God. Hey, we need to find Vanessa and Scott.
- I was just with them. Why? - Scott is...
We think he could be Dan's stalker.
Hi. Georgina Sparks.
Yeah, you might remember me as Sarah...
...but it's nice to see you again, sir.
Do you remember my fan letter? That was him.
He's been using a different last name, lying about school.
- He's been befriending us. - He could be dangerous.
- Dangerous? VANESSA: He's not.
He just wants to talk to you.
- Talk to me about what? - He'll explain everything.
Scott? What's going on?
I haven't told you the truth.
My last name is Rosson.
This is my mom.
I'm your son's brother. Andrew's brother.
And I just really wanted to meet you.
GOSSIP GIRL: Sorry, Vanessa. Looks like the price of truth...
... was just too rich for Scott's blood.
S, what are you doing?
What are you guys doing sabotaging Carter?
Three bottles of '95 Dom on his hotel room-service bill.
One of your favorites, if I recall.
So we started a stealth campaign to destroy his credibility.
Room-service bill, the girl on the street.
- The warrant. - What warrant?
He might wanna take a DNA sample down to the 24th precinct tomorrow.
The point is, I did it to protect you.
Me? I just hate the guy.
All Carter cares about is himself.
When we ran him out of town six months ago...
...he traded his Dubai ticket for Greece.
- Greece? - Spent the next few months...
...checking in and out of every resort from there to Fiji.
He only came back because he was broke.
- He went looking for him. - Who?
My father.
I found out he was getting remarried two years ago in Santorini.
Finally, what happened in Santorini.
I wanted to see him, but I didn't want anyone to know...
...so I went to Carter. He said he had access to a boat.
When the police picked us up on the way to the wedding...
...I realized "access" meant "stolen." He promised he'd make it up.
I had no idea he's been looking for my father himself.
- And did he find him? - You know, I have to go.
Fine. I'll call my guy at the precinct.
AUCTIONEER: Now, the next lot I have...
I don't understand why you didn't tell us who you were.
I wasn't sure if you'd wanna talk to me.
I wasn't sure what I would say if you did.
Hey, let's go back to the house, you and your mom...
...we'll get to know each other better. - I'd like that, it's just... In time.
I think this was a good first step. You got a great family, Mr. Humphrey.
My brother would've been proud to know you.
All of you.
Thanks, Scott.
You don't know how much that means to me.
I'm sorry, S.
But it's still Carter. Are you sure it's worth the risk?
I don't know, you tell me.
You and Chuck are two of the most self-centered, damaged people I know.
- I'm not following. - Well, somehow two wrongs...
...make a twisted right.
You don't think it was worth the risk?
Here. You know what to do with this.
Damn him.
You gotta be kidding me.
I want you to have this.
Why?
Because I love you...
...you enormously stubborn pain in the ass.
And what about La Table Élitaire?
What about them?
I believe in you.
And if this is what it takes for you to believe in you...
...then it's worth it.
GOSSIP GIRL: In a bidding war, even when you win...
... what you thought you wanted can suddenly be reappraised.
Does La Table Élitaire even exist, Georgina?
Sorry, but my French is a little rusty.
Maybe you should start with "Excusez-moi."
I should've recognized your "G" when Blair showed me.
It has caused me enough trouble in the past.
La Table Élitaire does exist. My friend Devyn was a member at Dartmouth.
Although, I doubt the NYU chapter has ever heard of Blair Waldorf.
If there even is an NYU chapter.
Oh, good, so you haven't changed at all.
- What about Dan? - Dan is Dan.
But when it comes to Blair Waldorf, I don't have to do much but sit back...
...light a match, watch her go up in flames.
Well, if you keep pushing her, she will push back.
And when she does, I will be right behind her.
Now, we've had enough of you tonight.
GOSSIP GIRL: Other times, old opponents resurface to raise the stakes.
RUFUS: I thought after the night we had, we'd hit Morandi.
Some lemon spaghetti, some fried artichokes.
Did someone say "food"? I'm starving.
Let me just find Georgina.
Oh, you know what? Don't bother. She already left.
- She said she had a headache. - What? Okay.
It's kind of weird she didn't say goodbye. I'll call her.
Tomorrow. We'll talk first.
How about it, Vanessa? You hungry?
GOSSIP GIRL: But it's the things we walk away from that feel like they cost the most.
Let's go.
GOSSIP GIRL: And yet, it's when we've been out-bid...
... forced to watch our prize go home with others...
... that the rules of protocol no longer apply.
I wouldn't put your paddles away just yet.
Who knows what bidders will do when they're desperate?
GEORGINA: Hey. Glad you called.
Do you wanna do something today?
- You know, I can't. - Oh.
- Serena told you about Blair and Chuck? - Yeah. Yeah, she did.
Look, I sent that invitation out last week.
Before you and I got together.
But it's Blair and Chuck.
I mean, talk about a victimless crime.
Yeah, I know. That's a fair point.
But I think we should cool things off for a while. Take a little break.
- A break? Already? - Well, we did say no strings.
Right.
No strings.
I'll see you later.
Okay.
Sorry. I thought you should know that she hadn't changed.
No, you did the right thing to tell me.
And speaking of change...
Yeah, I left Carter like a dozen messages.
He doesn't want anything to do with me.
I highly doubt that. You're a pretty tough one to shake.
Well, maybe if I didn't believe in him, he has a right to shake me.
I think my dad is attempting crepes. We might wanna check the smoke alarms.
Good plan.
So how'd it work?
You happen to mention our meeting to Georgina, she hatched a plan...
...to cause trouble between me and my girlfriend?
Georgie and I go back.
The girl has an M.B.A. In deviant behavior.
And you're going to need a better sense of humor in the club business.
- Nice photo. - Thanks.
Chuck Bass. Big fan.
By the way, when your lease at The Empire Hotel isn't renewed...
...thank Bright Eyes here.
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
Thanks for seeing me. I wanted to say goodbye before I left for Boston.
Don't thank me yet.
You can't ask me to keep this secret.
Rufus and Lily gave me up.
Now, that was their choice.
I don't blame them for that.
But I think that this time, this choice should be mine.
Promise me that you'll come back one day and tell them?
I can't do that.
I'm really glad you came.
- What do you want? - It was Chuck and Blair.
The girl on the street, your room service, credit card.
- I sort of put that together yesterday. - You did?
When it comes to an eye for an eye, Chuck's a man of the cloth.
Plus having spent so much time with Blair...
...the '95 Dom was kind of a tell.
- So why didn't you say anything? - I did.
I told you it wasn't me.
I'm no saint, Serena.
If you're looking for the first excuse to bolt, trust me, you're gonna find one.
For my sake, I figured sooner was better than later.
- I'm not looking for an excuse anymore. - Who says the offer's still on the table?
Now who'd make a terrible poker player?
Come on. Will you eat breakfast with my family?
Hey, we're gonna need an extra seat.
RUFUS: Fresh crepes.
How are you?
You said you wanted to talk.
Why here?
I just came from Sean MacPherson's office.
I wanted to thank his assistant.
She did me a favor.
I was thinking too small.
Why settle for some club in a hotel...
...when you can just buy the hotel?
BLAIR: Chuck?
A club is one thing, but a hotel?
I've been meeting with the board of Bass Industries all morning.
I told them I want to cash my shares out.
Risk it all.
On my own.
They think I've lost my mind.
- Have you? - No.
Then how can you be so sure?
Because you believe in me.
Now, I've booked the penthouse for us.
What do you say we christen my legacy?
Or do you need to be bribed?
Bye.
Carter Baizen.
- Bree Buckley. - Heard through the grapevine...
...you were back in New York and dating Serena van der Woodsen, no less.
- What do you want? - Are you kidding?
I'm headed home to face the family firing squad.
Considering what you did to us...
...finding you will go a long way in getting me back in.
I'm sure they'll be in touch.
Oh, and go ahead and run if you want.
You know how much Daddy loves to hunt.
Yes. When's the next train to Boston?
Thanks.
GOSSIP GIRL: Anyone want to start the bidding on what happens next?
Going once, going twice.
XOXO, Gossip Girl.
[ENGLISH - US - SDH]