Gossip Girl (2007–2012): Season 3, Episode 9 - They Shoot Humphreys, Don't They? - full transcript

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of Manhattan's elite.

How have you never
heard of Olivia Burke?

You know, that "Endless Knights" series

has made, like, a billion dollars.

I have been dreaming of coming to NYU

- and just being a normal student.
- This night is finally over,

and as far as I'm concerned, so are we.

- Where's your better half?
- I don't know. I was looking for her.

- Well, I can leave.
- It's okay. Stay.

- I'm not sick.
- Then what are you doing home so early?



Did something happen?
- Ask Jenny.

I'm still your friend.
I'm still your sister.

I just can't let the words get confused.

I want nothing to do
with you in either world.

And who am I?

That's a secret I'll never tell.

You know you love me.

X.O.X.O., Gossip Girl.

Have you been so busy
that you've forgotten

what time of year it is?
Let me give you a hint...

couture, quadrilles and
cutthroat competition.

That's right.

- It's time for cotillion.
- This guy's a foot shorter than me.

Here's one that's 6'2".



Yeah, and he goes to York.

That's practically public school.

Have I not impressed on you three

how important tomorrow night is?

It's my debut in society.
I have to be perfect,

and that means having
the perfect escort.

- I told you who I wanted.
- We tried.

Well, try harder.

Graham Collins is the hottest guy

on the upper east side.

There's like this bubble
Of perfection around him

- that we can't penetrate.
- Well, you better figure out a way.

Otherwise, tomorrow night I'm
taking one of your escorts.

Just like the mob,
New York prep schools

have their own five families,

you may be the John Gotti
of Constance, little J.,

but that doesn't mean

you'll ever be part of this Cosa Nostra.

Oh, my God. Everyone's here.

Come on. Let's go say Hi.

I have a surprise for you.

- In that case, Why are you still dressed?
- That was yesterday.

Today we're seeing the Kandinsky Exhibit

and having dinner at E.A.T.

Well, I'd love to, but
I think you've forgotten

today's Nate's move-in
day. We're celebrating

with a lost weekend.
- I never signed off on a lost weekend.

Do you really think I
wanna spend my weekend

watching women with tramp stamps
work out their Daddy issues?

It's for Nate. Anyway,
You'll be busy with cotillion.

Aren't you supposed to be a mentor?

And risk running into
Serena? No, thank you.

Though it does kill me to imagine

those poor girls stumbling
along without my guidance.

Isn't it about time
you and Serena made up?

You love cotillion. You
should be doing it together.

Don't the festivities begin tonight?

There's a dinner at
the Van der Woodsens'

for debs and mentors.

But knowing Serena,
She'll probably flake.

Or she'll be waiting for you,
apology in hand, and really,

a debutante ball without Blair Waldorf

is like a Tour de France
without Lance Armstrong.

I resent the comparison
to that man-whore.

Though your other point is well taken.

I suppose the charitable
thing would be to give Serena

the opportunity to beg for forgiveness.

Don't get too lost, Bass.

A lot of my responsibilities
from K.C.'s office

would translate to this
job... event planning,

writing press releases.

Okay.

"Okay" as in I have the job "Okay"?

What?

- Just like that?
- You make a good case.

Also, I remember our summer relay races

at Nate's Hamptons house.

Underneath that smile
is a heart of a killer.

Me? Need I remind you

of the potato sack
race incident of 1998?

I still have evidence of
your unsportsmanlike behavior.

Although given our new circumstances,

I maybe have to forgive you now.

Um... I should, uh,
I should probably go.

I, uh, I'm a mentor
at cotillion this year,

and my mom asked me to
host a dinner at our house.

Of course. Well, we're
here all day every day.

But I'll see you Monday.

Great.

Thank you so much for asking
me to come in and interview.

Our talk on election night
really meant a lot to me.

Me, too.

I didn't realize We were hiring.

Could always use another person, right?

Do you think you can get brain damage

- from learning too much too fast?
- No.

You're the one who wanted
the real college experience,

- cramming for exams.
- I know.

Oh, my God. No way!

- Please tell me that Guinevere
will use the unholy grail

to free Lancelot from Arthur's eternal torture.
- "Endless Knights 4"?

Why didn't you tell me?

Because it's not happening.

Those rumors have been
going around forever.

But Warner Brothers
sent out a press release.

- I'll never trust Harry Knowles again.
- Sorry, guys.

It's not happening.

If it were true, I'd have
about a hundred phone calls

about it by now.

Crap.

I'll be right back.

I'm sure it's not true.

Though it'd be kinda awesome.

All right, debs, enough socializing.

Uh, we have a lot to get through,

so if you'll please find your escorts

- and take your places...
- Um, Lily,

um, as you know, I don't
have my escort situation

fully ironed out yet, so...

Oh, that's okay. Um, Maximillian here

will, um, dance with you today.

He is divine. I think it'll be great

to have some one-on-one
tutoring because I know

you have some catching up to do.

Ca-catching up? I, uh, this
was the first rehearsal.

I know, but, um, the other girls

have been taking ballroom for years,

so you will be great.

You have your father's natural rhythm.

Um, I'm just gonna get a drink of water.

Okay.

Hey, Jenny.

Hey, Jenny.

Hi. Uh, you're Kira, right?
I'm Eric Van der Woodsen.

Our mothers arranged
for me to be your escort.

Oh, right. So humiliating
I couldn't get my own date,

- but thank you.
- Well, it'll be fun.

You're Jenny Humphrey's
brother, aren't you?

That's my new claim to fame.

Those girls who hang out
with her are so lucky.

- Who's her escort?
- Well, she's obsessed with getting Graham Collins.

Graham lives in my building.
We've been neighbors forever.

- I could...
- Not breathe a word.

I know Graham, too. I went
to camp Suisse with him.

- I could probably introduce them myself.
- So why don't you?

Because, uh, Jenny hates it
when other people get involved

in her personal life. I would
definitely stay out if it

- if I were you.
- Really?

- Absolutely. So you ready to dance?
- Sure.

Just let me get my shoes.

- All right.
- Okay, ladies, find your escort.

I want to make her remember
why she came to college...

The... the part that
doesn't involve the library

or waking up with a
textbook stuck to your face.

I think if we can do that,
then we got a fighting chance

at keeping her here.

You mean like "the 15 things
every college student must do

before graduating"?

Uh, yeah, exactly that. Uh...

Yeah. No, we haven't cheered
ourselves hoarse at a sporting event.

We haven't gotten sick after a
beer pong tournament at bar None.

We haven't had sex with someone
We don't want to see again.

- Well, no, actually, I... I did that one with Georgina.
- True.

You know, but we haven't
done any of this...

Falafel at Mamoun's, Frat party crawl.

It's for real this time.
My parents, manager,

three of my agents... Are all
flying out from L.A. on Monday

to convince me to do it.

It's like "the sopranos,"
but with bagels.

- Hadn't they all agreed to give you this year for college?
- Well, that's what I said,

but it doesn't really matter.
I'm pretty sure they're

on the phone with the dean right now,

getting him to let me
finish classes from location.

I mean, how do I fight that?

By telling them that college is
about a lot more than just classes.

- You don't have beer pong on location.
- What?

We'll explain on the way.

But your college life begins now.

You don't know the dances.

No, I do. I...

I... You'd think that it would be enough

to just be the queen
of Constance, but, no,

then you have to be the queen
Of the entire upper east side,

which means having the
perfect escort and...

I'm just gonna make a complete
fool out of myself, aren't I?

Probably.

You know, I... I really thought

that if I made the perfect debut,

people would finally forget
that I'm just a Brooklyn nobody.

It helps If you count out loud.

Eric, you don't have to be nice to me.

I've been so awful to you and Jonathan.

It's true. But I'm a
better person than you are.

That's also true.

Come here.

- There's only one official dance. You can learn that easy.
- Eric...

Stop complaining. Start counting. Ready?

One, two, three, four, out.
One, two, three, back in.

You know, I wish that you
could just be my escort.

- At least then I'd have fun.
- I'm gonna turn you.

- Okay.
- Um...

Well...

What about Jonathan?

He's not Graham Collins,
but he is a Whitney.

Debuting with Gertrude
Whitney's great grandson

will count for a lot
with the deb ball crowd.

Walk.

Well, do you think he'd even go with me?

Well, he will once I talk to him.

Well, then I'll have my
minions call off the search.

Thank you.

In the complicated
world of debutante balls,

one must choose her
dance partner wisely.

You never know when a hand on the hip

can lead to a knife in the back.

Excuse me, please.

- Blair.
- Serena. Anything you want to say to me?

Welcome.

I see. That's it?

Uh, well, there's a list
of debs and their mentors

on the coffee table.

You can find out who
Lily assigned you to.

My deb's right here, right, Jenny?

Uh, yeah, Serena's my mentor. Why?

Oh, of course, if that's what
you want. It's just a shame.

You know how I feel
about your potential.

Blair, are we really
doing this right now?

I gave you a chance to apologize.

- How about you apologize?
- I'm here, aren't I?

Okay, look, I have
enough of my own problems,

so I'm not gonna let you guys
make me a pawn in your war.

War? What? Of course not.

Who's your escort?

Jonathan Whitney.

Your stepbrother's boyfriend.

Do you remember who my escort was?

Nate.

Jenny, when you descend
those stairs tomorrow night,

everyone there will judge
you, based on that moment,

for the rest of your life.

This is not like your wedding day.

Cotillion only happens once.
Now you already have one strike

against you because of the
whole Brooklyn misfortune

and add a "b+" escort
and top it off with

a mentor who's known
more for her mug shots

and topless photos in Ibiza
than her social graces?

Okay, you're right, Jenny.

You know what? You shouldn't
be caught between Blair and me.

It's not fair to you on your big night.

- She can be your mentor. It's fine.
- How selfless.

Actually, I'm working for
congressman Tripp Van der Bilt,

and I should get back to
that. But you have fun tonight.

These are probably the
last people in New York

who still think you matter.

May I take your coats?

No. I'm sorry. I don't want to.

Jenny feels bad about what happened.

Great. She should feel bad.

That doesn't mean I have to
be her escort to cotillion.

She's at the tipping point.

She's not Darth Vader yet.
She could still stay Anakin.

We have to stop her before we
truly lose her to the dark side.

Fine. But she'd better
really want to do this.

She does. I promise.

Hey. I didn't think you
were coming in till Monday.

Well, my night suddenly opened up,

and I know you said you work late,

- so I thought You might be hungry.
- Thanks. I'm starving.

But are you sure? I
mean, it's Friday night.

I'll take real politics over
the ones at cotillion any night.

Joe Wilson has nothing on Blair Waldorf.

Okay.

So what... What is all this?

Uh, 1 speech, 15 drafts.

Is there anything your new media
relations fact can do to help?

Well, the speech is
about school lunches,

teacher salaries and term limits.

That's all?

Here. Let me see.

Oh, watch out for
your tie. There you go.

Congressman?

I'll come back.

Actually... You know,
I have to finish this.

You... You don't want
to run anything by me?

Why don't you go home?

Tomorrow you can meet
Brian. You'll report to him.

Okay.

Thanks for the food.

Yeah.

Hi.

I'm Kira. I go to Constance with you.

- Yeah, sure, I've seen you around.
- You have?

That's awesome.

Blair Waldorf's your mentor?

Who needs Graham Collins
when you have her?

What do you know about Graham?

When Eric told me you
wanted to go with him,

I called and asked him, and
he was totally up for it.

He told me he texted you, but you said

- you already had an escort.
- What? When?

- Today. Right after you left rehearsal.
- Oh, my God.

Did you text Graham Collins
that I didn't want him

to be my escort?

I knew that if you had the
chance to go with Graham,

- you'd make the wrong choice.
- That wasn't your decision to make.

- I don't believe this.
- Jonathan.

Mentee and mentee's
stepbrother/ Escort's boyfriend,

Can you please stop embarrassing
Me? People are staring.

- Eric tried to sabotage me.
- I was trying to save you.

I don't know why everybody
loves Graham so much.

I went to camp with the guy,
and he's a... He's a creep.

What? You knew him this whole time?

I had a plan from the beginning.
And I should have stuck to it.

I'm going to cotillion
with Graham Collins.

I'll allow it. Sorry, Eric.

Actually, Blair, since
I'm queen of Constance

and Graham Collins
wants to be my escort,

I don't think I need
you as my mentor anymore.

Jenny, you're lucky to
have me. Don't push it.

Your era's over.

- And so is that headband.
- So should I call Graham?

Now that I know he wants to go with me,

- I think I'll call him
myself. - Uh-oh, little J.

- You've stepped on Eric's toes one too many times.
- Whoa.

- She can't get away with this.
- She won't.

Now he's found a new partner.

Who knows what could happen
when these two start to tango?

Morning. Oh. I see the
moving in went well.

Hey, Blair.

- Blair.
- Excuse the mess. How was dinner?

Did you and Serena work things out?

Oh, no. She took off
immediately. Thank God.

Then I had to relieve
her of her mentor duties.

Is that poll artist wearing
my Agent Provocateur corset?

Just make sure she's
careful undoing the eyehooks.

They pinch. I just came to
grab a dress for tonight.

The last time I saw Blair
that freakishly calm...

Was when Serena left
for boarding school.

And you know as well as
I do, the calm won't last.

And when it breaks,

there are going to be pieces
of Blair all over the wall.

And I really don't want
to clean up that mess.

What are she and Serena
fighting about this time?

Basically how each one loves the other

more than the other loves her.

Can you even fight about that?

You might want to ring housekeeping.

Chocolate leaves a stain.

Toodles.

Hey. I didn't realize you were here.

Yeah, I'm just about to take
off. I was leaving you a note

to check out this new press release.

I'm sure it's fine. Just show
it to Brian when he gets back.

Okay.

Did I do something wrong?

No, I just... I don't have time to chat.

Um, I'm at work, Serena.

But you're... you're just acting like

- you don't really want me here or something.
- That's not it.

- Well, what then?
- This was a huge mistake.

What was? Hiring me? Tripp, I'm sorry,

But you're... you're
the one who asked me

to come in for the interview.
If you didn't want me

- working here, then why would you do that?
- I did want you here.

I find you smart and charming...

And I wanted to help you
out. But having you here?

I didn't realize how
much it would affect me.

Say something.

Um...

You know what? Don't worry about me.

It's not gonna be a
problem. I have to go.

- Serena, wait.
- Please. It's... it's fine.

Excuse me.

I don't understand.

How can you make me queen?

Simple. To become queen,
you must take down the queen.

- But I want to be Jenny's friend.
- Kira, let me tell you a story.

I used to have a friend like Jenny.

She was beautiful, fabulous...

And she let me make all
these sacrifices for her.

And you know what I got back
in that investment? Zero.

Because girls like her run
emotional ponzi schemes.

- Serena will never like you the way you like her.
- You mean Jenny.

Details. Now are you ready to be queen,

or do I need to find a new frog?

We hear Jenny Humphrey

has landed Graham Collins as her escort.

Better put on that lip gloss, ladies.

Look like you'll be kissing
Jenny Humphrey's ring

by the end of the night.

Goodbye, Jenny from Brooklyn.

Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!

Whoo!

- On three. One, two, three!
- Whoo!

Oh, God.

- Mmm.
- Ugh.

Ooh! Mm!

This is even more amazing
than dancing in the fountain.

- Mm, mm, mm, mm.
- I'll be right back.

Um, don't do any mind-altering
substances without me.

Okay. All right.

- You know, I think this is gonna work.
- Really?

It's gonna... yeah, she's gonna... what?

I knew you were trouble, Humphrey.

You're trying to get Olivia to abandon

her calling as Queen of the Undead.

You don't think Morgana
could take over Camelot?

- Vanessa, d...
- Sorry.

But Lancelot wouldn't
let that happen, would he?

If the realm falls into the wrong hands,

it's on your head.

He means you can kiss your
credit rating good-bye.

- Nice v-neck.
- Thank you for coming.

- That's... those are your people.
- Shut up.

Who's ready for a keg stand?

I have to take the movie.

Even I have to admit...

This may just be my makeover swan song.

And not to take anything
away from your moment,

but I'm still not sure
anyone's going to think

I'm better than Jenny.

They will when they
see who your escort is.

But I'm going with Eric. I
mean, he's nice and all, but...

- Eric's not your escort anymore.
- Then who is?

- You know Graham Collins, right?
- Graham?

Spin your partner round and round.

Look like little J is going down.

You know, you don't have to
do this if you don't want to.

Oh, well, it's a little late for
that. You look beautiful, Jenny.

I'm just saying, I'll always love you,

- with or without society's approval.
- Thanks, dad, but honestly,

I can't wait to walk down those steps.

So I'll see you soon.

- Hey, Jenny. Have you seen Blair?
- Um, no, not yet, fortunately.

I'm looking for my
escort, Graham Collins.

He's, uh, sort of this
year's, I guess, you.

I'll take that as a compliment.
Hey, have fun tonight.

Thanks. I plan to.

Always lead with the right.

And no claw hands. Relaxed fingers.

Oh, look.

A lost boy from lost weekend.

Chuck actually sent me to find you.

He has a surprise in the
private lounge upstairs.

Go. We've got it under control.

Okay.

But I'm just curious.
You never told me...

how exactly did you get
Graham to ditch Jenny for Kira?

I told Graham that what
happens at Camp Suisse

doesn't stay at Camp Suisse.

Little Van Der Woodsen,

I'm impressed with your natural talents.

And we were good long distance,

You know, with your Sushi pun
text flirting and all that.

I know. It's much easier
to be pissy on ichat.

I'm gonna be back next year.

There's too many people
depending on me for this one.

I grew up on these sets.
This crew is like my family.

I never thought I'd be sad to
hear about "Endless Knights 4."

When do you have to go?

Well, fight choreography
starts right away,

so, you know, with the midterms over,

it makes sense for me to
leave for London next week.

- So much for the ultimate college experience.
- What? No.

I have had the ultimate
experience, with you guys.

They say that the friends
you meet here last a lifetime.

Do you guys want to get out of here?

- Absolutely.
- Yeah. Let's do it.

What are you doing here?

Waiting for you.

You sent me a text to meet you,

and then you keep me
waiting for half an hour?

I didn't text you. I lost my phone.

Nate told me to come meet... Chuck.

Right.

Going down.

Not without me.

Can you press the button, please?

I've pressed the button.

If you don't believe me,
you can press it yourself.

Great.

Hello? I'm trapped in the elevator

with someone who sucks all
the air out of the room.

Send help or I'll be dead within the hour.

Not until you two work things out.

Bass? Bass?

Th... this is a punishable offense,

and not the kind of punishment you like!

I'm only doing what you
refused to do yourself.

Chuck, this is not funny.
There's a single Malt

and some Laduree Macaroons
in the storage box,

plenty to sustain you until
you two figure things out.

So...

What did my text supposedly say?

That you were sorry and you missed me.

Did you text me back?

Miss Jane Cordelia Trapp,

escorted by Mr. Theodore Davis III.

Miss Sawyer Harriett Bennett,

escorted by Mr. Evan Jameson Jr.

Miss Jennifer Tallulah Humphrey,

escorted by Mr. Graham Collins.

My apologies.

Miss Kira Abernathy,

escorted by Mr. Graham Collins.

Who's your escort, dear?

What just happened?

Um...

Jenny Humphrey went to a ball.

I don't... I don't know.

Jenny Humphrey had a great fall,

and none of her minions,
mentors or friends

want to put Jenny together again.

- Jenny, my darling, what happened?
- Are you all right?

Do you want to pick
someone else to walk with?

It doesn't work that way,
dad. You only get one chance.

Have you seen Blair?

- Uh, no. Sorry.
- I know she's behind this.

And it's all because I
didn't want her as my mentor.

What if it's all for the best?

I mean, don't you think
that maybe being Queen

- isn't worth it?
- You really don't understand. I was gonna walk

down those steps and finally
stop having to prove myself.

Let it go, Jenny. It's over.

That's what Blair thinks.

Hi. Are you still here?

You went looking for your father?

Yeah, and I... I found him, too,

but he didn't want to see me.

What?

Why didn't you say anything
while all of this was happening?

I guess I was ashamed.

Your dad adores you,

all your dads do.

And Rufus would do
anything for Dan and Jenny.

Even Nate... he may have to
go to prison to see his dad,

but the Captain would
never turn him away.

I'm even jealous of Nate's dad.

Not knowing you

is your father's loss.

Maybe, but I...

I just can't seem to let it go.

I keep leaving him messages

and writing letters to addresses
I'm not even sure are his.

You miss him.

You're allowed.

I don't want to.

All I even remember of
him is him going on trips

and then coming back
and bringing me presents.

And then one day he didn't come back.

And now it's like

I... I can't seem to get
anything right anymore.

Between Carter and the paparazzi

and Brown and...

Ohh.

And now Tripp.

Tripp Van Der Bilt?

Yeah, it... I guess I've...
I've kind of had a crush on him.

But it was nothing. I
mean, he's... he's married,

and he's always treated me like a kid.

But now we work together, and tonight...

Did something happen?

No. No, nothing. Your text saved me.

But now I don't know if I
can trust myself around him.

Then you can't see him again.

Carter was one thing, but
Tripp is a married congressman.

I know.

- Serena...
- I know.

Promise me you won't see
him or speak to him again

- without coming to me first.
- Okay. I promise.

Thank you, Blair.

If you two want to kiss,

it won't count as cheating.

Creepy, Chuck.

Okay, wait. So you guys used
a prefab college experience

- to get me to stay?
- Oh, yeah.

Shamelessly plucked from the headlines.

Wait, how many did we
eventually get through?

I think we got, uh, what...
let's see. There's the...

beer boggle and fountain yoga

and, uh...

You know, I think we
got a solid 14 out of 15.

So you can go back to London
with your head held high.

What?

I am not going with just one more to go.

Now come on. Let's... let's
do the last one.

Let's just do it right now.

- Mm.
- It can't be worse

- than the bathroom at Fat Black Pussycat's.
- I wouldn't say worse.

Oh. Yeah.

That one.

- Have you ever, uh...
- Have I? No. No.

No, never.

- Wait... no, never. Have you?
- Once.

But it was in a movie,

- so that doesn't really count.
- Not me. No.

Let's find Nate and Chuck
and congratulate them.

And then torture them.

May I have your attention, Please?

Due to extenuating circumstances

we have one last deputy to present

Miss Jennifer Tallulah Humphrey.

She's walking alone?

Nobody walks alone.

Escorted by Mr. Nathaniel Archibald.

A college guy?

Nate Archibald is... epic.

Well, we found Nate.

Oh, E, you tried to
play dirty at the dance.

but you should know

nobody puts Jenny in the corner,

and now she's having
the time of her life.

So thanks for saving me again.

You know how these girls are.

I'm glad it worked out.

Nate?

I gotta say, I didn't
see that one coming.

- Well, I learned from the best.
- Good answer.

The other queens would
like to pay their respects.

You look beautiful,
Jenny. Enjoy your night.

Thank you.

So... now what? You wanna
get something to eat?

Yeah, but first I need to
stop by Tripp's office...

- to hand in my resignation. It's just up the street.
- That's my girl.

Thanks for coming.

You won't believe who
Jenny got to walk with her.

I read all about it On "Gossip Girl".

But I didn't come here because of Jenny.

Were you serious on your message?

Have you really been
scheming with Blair?

Uh, yeah, I... I know
it sounds crazy, but...

So it's official... you've
sunk to Jenny's level.

I was doing it to help her.

Although it didn't exactly
turn out as I planned.

Really? I'm shocked.

The point is, it doesn't
matter. She's not worth our time.

She's not the only one.

I don't want to do this anymore.

Well, we won't. Like I said,
I'm... I'm done with Jenny.

I'm not talking about Jenny.

Jonathan, come on.

I promise I'll never talk to her again.

It's not about Jenny. It's
about who you've become.

I liked you because you were
different from everyone else.

You were smart and
you knew who you were.

You didn't need to
prove anything to anyone.

And now?

I'm...

I'm sorry, Eric, but it's over.

You were the one who said

to restrict our scheming to outsiders.

Desperate times, desperate measures.

And I'm willing to accept my punishment.

In fact, I left a few
props up in the lounge.

Sadly, your punishment is going
to be an evening without me.

I'm gonna spend it with my best friend.

Oh, and if you ever loan
out my lingerie again...

Well...

I just hope you like me in flannel.

Eric.

I thought maybe you bailed.

Did you see it? It was awesome.

I really showed Blair. She
even admitted it herself.

Yeah, you really showed her. Hey, look,

I'm sorry about Jonathan
becoming collateral damage.

But you understand,
right? I had no choice.

And you did lie to me.

Oh, a bunch of us are going
to Serafina. You wanna come?

Go celebrate with your friends.

Hi.

You know, you really put
yourself on the radar tonight.

Better not make that mistake
again, or you'll pay for real.

She can threaten me all she wants.

I'm not going back to social oblivion.

Don't worry.

Next time we take Jenny
down, it'll be for good.

Some people think that
when the party ends,

the night is over.

But I've found,

it's when the music stops
and the lights come up

that the real trouble begins.

Hi.

I'm glad you came. I want to apologize.

I shouldn't have said anything.

No, I'm... I'm glad you did.

But I don't think it's a good idea

for me to work for you anymore.

I actually came here to say that I quit.

I completely understand
why you'd want to quit

After what I said today.

But don't throw this away, Serena.

You deserve this opportunity.

And I want you there.

For whatever reason, I trust you,

And I don't have many
people I can say that about

in my work or my life.

Yeah, I, uh...

I feel the same way.

And I promise to never cross that line.

We're both adults.

We'll just agree to keep things
friendly and professional.

Okay.

Friendly and professional.

Plus, I still owe you for the injury.

Yeah.

Serena!

I mean, Serena, there you are.

May I speak to you alone
for a moment, please?

Hey, Tripp.

Blair, it's okay.

I'll call you tomorrow. I'm... I'm fine.

I can see that.

I'm sorry. She's a little...

did you even...

I still really don't get

how these events work.

One chance, two chances.

Jonathan, Graham, Nate.

Even I can't explain that one.

- But I don't think I've seen Jenny this happy...
- Ahh.

since she was 8 and
made her first dress.

Thanks, Lil.

I know the committee
didn't make it easy for you

to let in a Humphrey from Brooklyn.

Well, what kind of parents would we be

if we didn't do what we could
to make our children happy?

Mmm. Coming to bed?

Mm, yeah, in a minute.

Uh, Vanya said there's something
to sign from Bass Industries.

- Okay. Yeah.
- Mm.

You better get your beauty rest now,

because it looks like things
could get ugly in the morning.

XOXO, Gossip Girl.

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