Gossip Girl (2007–2012): Season 4, Episode 19 - Petty in Pink - full transcript

Gossip Girl here--

your one and only source

into the scandalous lives
of Manhattan's elite.

I'm assuming you are cousin Charlie.

I'd like to stay.

Why don't I show you your new room?

I know you don't wanna hear
from me, but Dan Humphrey

kissed Blair Waldorf.

You said that you were
responsible for a fire

in one of your own buildings.

I've had that man's death on
my conscience for 20 years.



Someone died?

Why do you think the security guard

was in the building?
He was trying to save my wife.

My dad always said she
never tried to contact us,

but I can't help but wonder,

since he lied about so much other stuff...

I called the D.A. Ten minutes ago.

Once I go on record with the truth,

no one can hold this against us anymore.

We can build our futures together.

Now that I know I'm ready,
I realize you're not.

I think I just met a real-life prince.

Will I ever see you again?

You can always come find me.



Diamonds are a girl's best friend,

but ask any Upper East Side girl

to show you her most prized possession...

And we bet the box is Vivier, not Cartier.

Miss Blair, you have not taken
off the shoes since it arrived.

You must rest your feet.

There's no time for rest.
Didn't you read Louis' note?

He wants to spend the day
with me, and we still haven't

picked out the perfect dress.

Where's Serena?

At Van Der Woodsens'.

Miss Serena been

very good daughter since
miss lily get sentenced

to house arrest.

Well, now she's gonna be a very good friend

because I'm going to raid her closet.

But the truth is just
because the shoe fits,

doesn't mean you want to wear it.

Hey, mom. We're back from our tour

of the best pastry shops in Manhattan.

I did a linzer tart taste test.

I had three espressos and then I
picked a fight with a barista.

Then I have the perfect place
for you to channel your energy.

Laryssa is out running
errands, and I need someone

to help me clear this out
before everyone gets here.

By "this", do you mean the spoils

of your online shopping safari?

And by "everyone", you mean, uh--

I invited the planning
committee to help put together

the gift bags for the pink party.

I figure it's the least I can do,

and it'd be nice to hang with the girls.

And they're--they're coming?

Why wouldn't they?

Well, I just thought that,
you know, with the--

nonsense. They're my friends.

Eric, do you mind helping mom?

I, uh, need to talk to Charlie
about something privately.

Thanks for the movies.

You wanna come over later and
join us for some screenings?

Um... you know what?
I might--I might have a thing.

A thing?

That's intriguingly vague.

Another development

in the complicated non-friends
hang-out situation?

No, that situation has figured itself out.

It's official.
We're, uh, we're just friends.

Uh, no, the thing today is actually a job.

I got a call from the
editor of "Paris Match."

Read my blog in "w," wants me
to do some additional reporting

on a story for them today.

Dan, that's... that's fantastic.

I know. I know. I know.
I should be, uh, happy,

but it--the piece seems kinda sleazy.

The editor got some tip
that this European Prince

is gonna be in town, wants to
do a day-in-the-life story,

like what a royal does in New York,

and the guy doesn't like
the media, apparently,

which in this case is me, so
that means I gotta follow him.

And we're talking staking out his hotel.

Provided this Prince isn't rolling

with Lindsay Lohan, I don't
know what he has to hide.

I think it's a great opportunity.

Well, uh, let the record show
I put up a Valiant fight.

Uh, speaking of fights,

where do things stand with you and Vanessa?

Have you guys talked?

Uh, yes, only to reiterate the fact

that we have nothing to talk about.

You know, I was angry with Vanessa, too,

but you guys have been
friends your whole lives.

That's not something you give
up without some thought.

This say "sexy and smart."

No, it says "let's get
dinner and make a sex tape."

Keep looking.

Hello?

Bonjour, Blair. C'est Louis.

Did you get the package I sent you?

Of course I did.

Although I-I must say I
was a bit surprised.

I-I thought you'd never
wanted to see me again

after the way I left you in Paris.

No, not at all, unless the reason

you left Paris is still in your life.

Uh... no, no. He isn't. Um, that's over.

Then we are both free with,

I hope, a perfect day ahead of us.

Exactly, and you are in my country now.

I'm going to introduce you to all
the best New York has to offer.

Tell your valet to press your suit,

because following an afternoon

of museums and cafes, we're
going to the pink party,

an exclusive gathering of
New York's elite society.

I'm afraid...

No one but you can know I'm here, Blair.

Is that okay?

Of course.

I've recently learned of a few places

that nobody like us would
ever be caught dead in,

so I'm going to create you a
new itinerary and text you

how we should meet. A très bientôt,

impatiente de te voir. Moi aussi.

What's with the emergency text?
We're gonna be late for class.

Oh, I'm not making it to class today,

which is why you'll be taking notes for me.

But it's nearly finals.
What's more important than school?

Miss Blair has a date with--

actually, I'd rather not say who just yet.

I'm taking a page from Gwyneth and Chris.

The relationship means too much to me

to be dissected by the masses.

Hand me that m.C.L.
Cuff I gave you for Christmas.

Oh, perfect.

If she won't say who it is,

I know someone who can find out for us.

Okay, so the idea is that

we search the "Gossip Girl" archives

for evidence of Dan and
Blair sneaking around

so you know for sure if
Vanessa's telling the truth?

That's the basic idea.

And... I'm sorry. I'm still new at this.

How is that better than just asking them?

Well, because if Vanessa is
lying and it isn't true,

then I'm a horrible
friend for believing her,

but if it is true, then
they're horrible friends

for not telling me.

Right there.

They went out of town together.

Oh, that doesn't mean anything.

They went to cornwall
to find Juliet because

she drugged me and tried to
convince everyone I was crazy.

Sure... 'Cause that happens.
They were spotted seeing a film

Dan lives at the film forum,
and Blair was obsessed

with that orangutan.

It could be a coincidence.

Hey, Upper East Siders,

word is that b.
Is headed for a secret rendez-vous.

Question is, with who?

Okay, are you ready to help me out,

Upper East Side style?

First, I need to teach you

how to use the "Gossip Girl" spotted" map.

Hey.

Dan's standing outside of some restaurant

called Veselka, but he's
definitely acting weird.

Veselka, and guilty-weird or hungry-weird?

The man loves his pierogies.

You know, I'm not very good at this.

Maybe you should just come down
here and see for yourself.

See, I can't.

That's the double-edged sword of "Gossip Girl"
I'd be spotted.

Okay. He's going inside. Stand by.

Someone else just arrived in a town car.

Humphrey! You have to leave.

No one can see me here,
and although you fall

under that moniker, I still need you to go.

Me? Wh-what are you doing here,
deep in N.Y.U. Territory?

Iv you've developed a
passion for Ukrainian food,

then I think we did spend
too much time together.

Actually, I'm on a date.
You can handle that, right?

We're just friends. Date away.

Okay. You didn't see me here.

Okay.

Hi!

I'm sorry, Serena, but it's Blair.

She's inside with Dan right now.

I think...

I think they're on a date.

Poor s. Apparently, Blair and Dan's boots

are made for walking...

Right all over you.

Look who it is!

Blair and-- Serena!

Louis!

Bonjour, Serena.

Nice to see you.

Excuse us.

It was so romantic.

My Vivier arrived with a note from Louis.

Usually I'd make him
wait a standard 48 hours

before going on a date, but I
make exceptions for royalty.

And you bring royalty to Veselka.

Believe me, I'd rather be at Petrossian,

but he's here in secret, so
he has to keep a low profile,

and what's lower than this?

Look, Serena, you can't
say anything to anyone.

As much as I'd love to tell the world,

this must remain a secret for now.

I won't say a word, but I
do expect a full report.

Of course. It'll start like this.
"Once upon a time..."

A girl kept her date waiting too long.
Go, go, go.

So what happened?

Blair wasn't with Dan.
She was with a guy named Louis Grimaldi.

They met in Paris last summer.

But I saw Dan go in.

You've met so many people in
such a short amount of time,

anyone would get confused.

I remember him.
I'm telling you, it was Dan.

Look, you did great.
We have confirmation that Blair

wasn't with Dan and that Vanessa was lying.

Mission accomplished.
You ready to go uptown?

Um... you know, actually,
can I meet you later?

I was hoping I could check out N.Y.U. While I was down here.

Yeah, of course. Have fun.

All I know about my mom is
that her name is Avery thorpe,

and she had me when she was 22.

Maybe you should talk to Chuck about this.

He went through something very similar.

I'm not ready to discuss
this with anyone but you.

Do you think this will be enough
for the private investigator

to find her?

Yeah, it's worth a call.

Single malt for breakfast?

Takes the edge off the coke.

I'm gonna go make that call.

Is there a problem?

With Raina, no.

But when you're ready to talk
about whatever's up with you,

let me know.

Hi.

Ah, the warm greeting of a
friendship off the tracks.

Come on, Vanessa.
I'm--I'm making an effort here.

Apologies for being thrown
by your sunny attitude.

You've made it pretty clear
that you're done with me.

I know I have, I know I have,
but I was with my dad today,

and I swung by Veselka.

Listen, I'm right by campus.
You wanna grab some coffee?

So all my heartfelt attempts
to save our friendship

had no impact, but the
aroma of cheese and dough

turned you instantly sentimental?

They do say smell is the sense
most associated with memory.

Well, I'm--I'm heading to
school now, but I have class.

I could do drinks later tonight.
Hey, what are you

doing by N.Y.U.?
Don't you have off Fridays?

Yeah, I do, but I got this
writing job down here,

uh, and then I realized it
was a conflict of interest,

so I quit, and, uh, now I--

well, why don't I explain
everything to you tonight?

Okay. I'll, um, I'll see you then.

All right, good.

Oh, hello, darling.

How are you?

Oh, I'm fine. Fine.
So is someone else bringing the items

for the gift bags?

I'm so sorry, Lily.

Helping out was a lovely thought,

but with the party

for the breast cancer research
foundation being tonight,

we felt it would just be easier

to do the gift bags at
Blaine's during prep.

Well, I'm disappointed, of course,

but the success of the event
is the, uh, priority.

Would you mind asking Vanya
to send over the food?

I would hate for it to go to waste.

You know how the trumps
love their tea sandwiches.

Of course. Ahem.

I'm fine, really.

Hey! Where are they going
with those scones?

Uh, my guess is Blaine trump's.

I think your mother may have underestimated

the impact of her sentence
on her social standing.

The only thing thicker than
blood is the ink on "page six."

Where's Raina?

She went back to her hotel.

I think your whole, uh,
Howard Hughes routine

is starting to freak her out a little bit.

It's actually starting to
freak me out, too, man.

Talk to me.

I saw what you two were
looking at this morning--

the tattered box, old photographs.

Is Raina looking for her mother?

It's a mistake. You have to stop her.

Look, man, I know what happened
with your mom was painful.

But at least you got some answers.

Raina deserves the same,
and she can handle it.

You don't know that.

Raina's been away at college,

living a high-profile life which
anyone could follow online.

If her mother wanted to
get in touch with her,

she would have done it by now.
Raina just lost her father.

Do you really think she's
ready to be rejected

by her mother all over again?

I'll talk to her.

Andrew, it's Chuck bass.

I need you to find out everything you can

about the fire at the Kinberg building.

I need to know...

Was Avery thorpe there that night?

I was so focused

on getting the perfect
outfit that I didn't realize

it was freezing outside.

Will you go get me a
cardigan from upstairs?

Is everything okay?

That was Lucien, my royal advisor.

I'm afraid I've been found out.

My parents have been informed,

and Lucien's on a plane now
to escort me back to Paris.

I don't understand.

Just because you wanted a
weekend away in New York?

The truth is, I'm here to see you.

I've mentioned you many
times since the summer,

but my parents don't approve.

You are a commoner.

Well, have they have seen
Princess Stephanie's husbands?

I'm not a circus performer.

You're anything but common.

But the royal birthright
has many strings attached.

When my advisor discovered
I was in New York,

he hired one of your friends to follow me.

I will see to it personally
that Penelope is deported

to a desperate third world country,

preferably someplace with Sharia Law.

It was a man. He saw us at Veselka.

Dan Humphrey?

He--he wouldn't do that.

Lucien probably made him a very good offer.

I was a fool to think I'd be
allowed to follow my heart,

even if only for a few days.

Go back to your hotel and put on your suit.

I know who can fix this.

Hey.

Meet me at Paul Smith in half an hour.

You know why, and you should
be ashamed of yourself.

How did you find out?

I always find out. Just be there.

Charlie may be new to the city,

but apparently she already
knows how to get around.

Who needs a map when you can
just follow the cheater?

Blair, I swear I had no idea.

Some magazine editor
called me out of the blue

to hire me to write an
article on your Prince,

and I backed out the minute
I knew he was with you.

Oh, you should have been
suspicious the minute

someone wanted to pay you for your writing.

That wasn't an editor.
It was one of Louis' royal handlers,

and your desperate need
for literary validation

cost me the greatest date of my life.

Well, I'm sorry.

I know you are, and that is why
I'm giving you the opportunity

to make this right.

Louis told his handler, Lucien,

that he came to New York for
a charity event tonight,

and Lucien doesn't believe
him, so when he comes

to pick Louis up from the party
to take him to the airport.

We are going to convince him

that Louis is a casual summer acquaintance,

and you and I are madly in love.

Why would he believe that?

We are going to stage a
private intimate moment

for Lucien to stumble upon.

When he realizes that Louis

was telling the truth and he
has nothing to worry about,

he'll go back to Paris,
leaving Louis behind for me.

No way.

I thought you were my friend.

I am, which is why I'm
going to point out to you

what a bad idea this is.

For starters,

Serena's gonna be at this party.

She's staying with lily tonight.

Fine, then everyone else in the
world will be at this party.

We'd have to tell Serena about the plan.

Absolutely not. You and I faking a kiss--

do you really wanna have that
conversation with Serena?

Can't be half as painful as this one.

Think ahead, Humphrey.

What if Serena tells Chuck,

who, though up till now,

quiet about our misbegotten make-out,

decides to speak up in the
face of this latest insult?

When you bring Chuck into it,
you're far more convincing.

Okay, fine. You're paying for the tie.

What about "it's a wonderful life"?

That'll cheer mom up.

No, no, she's in a dark place.

She has to work out her issues

with "The Godfather" or "Taxi Driver."

What about "intolerance"?

That pretty much sums up this situation.

I was hoping to find

one sympathetic pink party planner

to advocate on your mom's behalf,

get the party moved here from the trumps'

so she could be a part of it.

You know, I might live
on the Upper East Side,

but I have no pull here.

Now if the pink party was at CBGB's...

I hate to break it to you,

but CBGB's is a clothing store now.

You know, now that I think
about it, there is a way

we could get the party moved.
All you'd have to do

is make a slight moral compromise.

Eric, I know what you're talking about.
I'm not doing that.

Not doing what?

Bubbles mas intosh, the co-chair,

tried to kiss Serena in
the ladies' bathroom

at the pink party last year.

Using that information
would be crossing a line.

I wouldn't ask you to do that.

What if I was willing to cross that line?

I want the party moved more than anyone,

but it's not worth resorting to blackmail.

Yeah. Y-you're probably right.

So, "Psycho" or "Silence of The Lambs"?

All right, make the call.

Where are you guys heading?

Nate told me what you said, but
I got a call from my P.I.,

and he thinks he may have found my mother.

It turns out she wasn't
trying very hard to hide.

In fact, she-- she lives in Jersey,

same name, right age.
I have an address for her.

I have to at least talk to her.

Have you figured out what you
might say to this woman?

Do you want me to come along?

I know we've been on
opposing teams for a while,

but... I've been through this.

Maybe I could be helpful.

Actually...

Yeah.

I'd appreciate that.

I really hope it's my mom, Chuck.

Me, too.

Louis is going to store his suitcase

in Blaine trump's Butler's pantry.

When Lucien arrives, you and
I will rendez-vous there.

Okay, I need to get going.
You clear on the plan?

Uh, yeah, I think I'll be
fine once I figure out

what a Butler's pantry is.

You're a cater waiter.

You know exactly what a Butler's pantry is.

Where is my cell phone?

O.M.G. They moved the pink party.

Who moves a party?

It's not who that should concern you.

It's where--lily's.

So that's it, then, right?

No. The plan is still on.

In front of my dad, lily, Serena?

Not in front of-- under the nose of.

We just need to be careful.

I'm gonna call Louis and
tell him it's a go.

Meet you there.
Screw this up, it's your head.

Sorry, lonely boy, but it looks
like this is going to be

a "surrender the pink" party for you.

Lily.

Hi.

Check out the diamonds on that lady.

They're almost as big as my face.

A gift from her husband--

"sorry I slept with the au pair" earrings.

Have you seen Dan and Blair?

No, and what do we do when they get here?

It's not like

they're gonna be holding
hands in front of everyone.

Oh, the thrill of a secret
affair is the sneaking around.

Trust me, they won't be able to resist

slipping away for a moment together.

And when we see them slip away?

You follow them, record what you see,

and send it to "Gossip Girl."

Their secret ends tonight.

Just make sure to text
me once Lucien arrives.

Of course. Thank you for this, Blair.

I just wish you didn't have
to go to these lengths

for me to stay.

It is saying a lot that I
have to kiss Dan Humphrey

to protect you.

You're going to kiss him?

Don't worry. He's just a friend.
I'll go up first.

I can't believe the ladies
agreed to move the party.

After the frosty treatment I
got from Anne this afternoon,

I was sure it was just me and
my ankle monitor until fall.

I can't believe we pulled this off.

Thank you so much for helping.

Oh, no, don't thank me. Thank bubbles.

As if we'd want to be
associated with a criminal.

She's an embarrassment.

We all agreed she's not to be
in any photos from the event.

Okay, Blair, is it Jason Simos?

He's my boyfriend, Jessica.

A handy at greenhouse doesn't
make him your boyfriend.

Maybe Serena knows who
Blair's secret boyfriend is.

No, but the curiosity is killing me.

Okay, I'll tell you. Not you. Scatter.

20 paces minimum. No overhears.

I can't wait to see the look on their faces

when they find out it's the Prince.

You are not to breathe a word of this.

Normally, you'd have to sign
a nondisclosure agreement.

I'm only grandfathering
you in because of Serena.

That him right over there?

Don't understand why you guys
are ignoring each other.

That's because you're from Florida.

Oh, hey, it's Dan.

With a really nice tie, too.

Blair, did you know he was coming?

I'm sorry. I stopped listening

as soon as I heard the word "Dan.
" Excuse me.

I can't believe it.
She just lied to my face,

even after I gave her the
opportunity to tell me.

It's not like I'm dating Dan

or wanna get back together
with him, but the fact

th the two of them have
been hiding this from me,

and she's supposed to be my best friend?

It didn't seem like she was lying.

What if she really is with the Prince?

Then she won't mind it
if you flirt with Dan.

Maybe this was a mistake.

Look, if you're not ready,
we don't have to do this.

We can leave right now.

I'll handle it from here, okay?
You jump in when you're ready.

Excuse me.

Hi. May I take your order?

Actually, we're here to see you.

Is your name Avery Thorpe?

I'm sorry. Do I know you?

That's what we're trying to find out.

My name is Raina, and I think
you may be my--my mother.

I'm sorry, sweet heart, but
that's not possible.

I know it's not easy to
acknowledge these things

when you're put on the spot.

If you don't wanna be bothered, we can go.

I've never had a child.

It's not that I didn't want one.
Just wasn't in God's plan.

I'm so sorry, but I'm not the
woman you're looking for.

You were right.

It was a mistake to look.

And as far as I'm concerned,
my mother is dead.

No, no, don't let Sarah
Palin ruin it for you.

Alaska is amazing.

I don't know, but between "into the wild"

and that Werner Herzog
movie with the grizzly,

I don't think it's for me.

Excuse me. This is Dan Humphrey,
Serena's ex-boyfriend,

which makes him off-limits to you,

and you should know better.
Certain people might see you,

misunderstand, and think the
two of you are here together.

I need to speak to you about
your behavior, privately.

What do you do when cornered by a bear?

Uh, go fetal. Cover your neck.

For someone who's just a
friend, you sure are good

at choreographing reasons for us to kiss.

Oh, it's because I'm willing
to suffer for love.

Whatever you say, just no getting hands-y.

Thank you. Oh, Anne, there you are.

I just wanted to say thank you so much

for having the party moved
here so that I could attend.

Oh, please, lily.
At least I was quiet in my humiliation.

I didn't blackmail people

and force them to come to my home.

She had nothing to do with it, Anne.
It's all my doing.

I have to say, I'm surprised.
I thought we were friends.

Why? You don't know how to be a friend.

You shut me out when I called
off my divorce to the captain.

There's not a woman in this room

who didn't take some pleasure in
your downfall, myself included.

So enjoy the party, lily.
This will be your last.

Oh, and you may wanna adjust your dress.

Your monitor's showing.

I'm so sorry, lily. Are you okay?

When Lucien walked in to get the bag,

I saw the look on his face.
He totally bought it.

You're very convincing.

Thanks, I guess.

Blair Waldorf and Dan Humphrey?
This is even better

than my parents' divorce.
Please tell me it's true.

Uh...

Yes, it's true. Dan is my mystery date,

and we couldn't be happier.

Now we have to find
Serena and explain this.

Hey, what's all the commotion about?

Everyone finally found
out about Dan and Blair.

But it isn't true. They're just
putting on an act to protect me.

Maybe that's what she told you,

but they've been secretly
seeing each other for months.

You shouldn't be surprised.
She lied to you in Paris, too.

I'm sorry.

Serena, wait. I can explain.

I'll be right back.

Uh-oh.

Lily may be wearing her dancing shoes,

but it looks like she's
about to make a run for it.

Hey, I'm headed over to Raina's.
I just don't want her

to be alone tonight. I know you disagree,

but I think she should
keep looking for her mom.

She looked. It wasn't her.
Give it up already.

So the first lead didn't pan out.

She has to stop.

Russell's parting gift to me
was a story about my father.

You remember how I told you
my dad was responsible

for that fire in his old building?

Russell owned it, too. They were partners.

He says his wife was there that night,

and she died in the fire.

How do you know he's
even telling the truth?

I don't, but today when that
woman wasn't Raina's mother,

I realized how desperately
I wanted her to be.

So maybe I do believe it.

What are you gonna do?

Try to find out the truth.

Serena, that video wasn't real.

I mean, we did--we did
kiss, but it was staged.

Okay, even if I did believe you,
what about the other time

you guys kissed? Was that for Louis, too?

Uh... it meant nothing.
It was like kissing my brother,

I just mean, we really
wanna be with Chuck.

I don't understand.

How did you end up in a kiss
in the first place--any kiss?

We both were alone in the
city over Christmas break.

And we ran into each other at the movies.

And then it kept happening after the break,

only we started making plans to meet.

And even worse, enjoying it.

But you guys are my two closest friends.

Why couldn't you just tell me that?

I was hoping it would go away.
I was humiliated, which is why we kissed.

To make sure nothing else was
going on to complicate us

or--or hurt you. And?

Biggest regret of my life.

I mean, that's a--come on.
That's a little bit

an overstatement, but, yeah,
it was not a good kiss.

So you guys have been lying
to me and sneaking around

for months so that you
can hang out as friends?

Exactly. Friends.

Yeah, I swear. Just--yeah, friends.

Well, I'm really glad you
two found each other

because you sure lost me.

I have to go.

I'm really sorry, S.

I... guess I was in denial.

I didn't want to admit that
I'd begun to understand

e Humphrey appeal.

The only appeal Dan ever had
to you was that he was mine.

You would see it that way,

because it's always about you, isn't it?

I'm sorry to break it to you,

but Dan and I have a real connection.

We did things like visit the DIA

and debate Chabrol versus Rohmer--

things that we could never do with you.

Yeah, I'm--I'm sure you and Dan
had a really deep connection,

that is until a Prince came along.

Of course, because that would be
an even bigger threat to you.

What's that supposed to mean?

You prefer when you are
the one in the spotlight,

but it's my turn now.

You can have a taste of what it's like

to be in my shadow for once.

Now if you'll excuse me, my Prince awaits.

Lily Humphrey?

Ma'am, you're violating the terms

of your incarceration by being down here.

Ah, there you are. It took you long enough.

I'm sorry?

My apartment is teeming
with women throwing back

champagne cocktails and
toasting my misfortune.

Honestly, it's worth
risking an orange jumpsuit

not to have to face another Botox bitch

in a pink cocktail dress.

This is my way of saying could
you please do me a favor?

I'm here to arrest you.

Yes, well, there was some
confusion about the perimeter--

whether the alarm was for the
apartment or the building.

In the meantime, there have been

horrible noise complaints
from the neighbors.

I really think we should
do something about that.

Hey. Have you seen Louis?

Ah, the Prince. I can't find him anywhere.

I don't know who that is.
Have you seen my mother?

Hey! All right, everybody.
The party is over.

Time to grab your Judith Leibers, ladies.

Looks like the Upper East Side's

smoothest criminal has
just given you the boot.

I am so sorry about tonight.

Don't be. First of all,
it was so sweet of you

to move the party for me.

And I needed to hear those
things that Anne said.

The fact is, maybe I
could use a little time

to reflect on my actions
and what got me here.

There is nothing more appealing to me

than staying home with you,
watching a hundred movies

and never seeing those women again.

Well, good, because I can promise you

that's what we'll do for at
least the next nine months.

Or six, for good behavior.

I totally understand if
you don't want to see me,

but I just wanted to tell you in person

how sorry I am for recording you.

It was probably for the best.

I saw the kiss.

I think you really like her.

Yeah, you might be right.

I've been trying to convince myself

that I could handle being friends with her,

but I realize tonight that I can't.

I know from experience what it's like

to watch from the outside as someone else

walks away with the person you want.

Yeah, I just never thought
that the person I want

would be Blair Waldorf.

Neither did Serena.
She just thought some girl named Vanessa

was messing with her.

Wait. Vanessa told her about the kiss?
Not Chuck?

She left her a message,

saying she overheard you and
Blair talking about it?

All right.

I've taken up enough of your time tonight.

So thanks for hearing me out.

No, actually, you know what?
Hold on. Do you, uh...

Did you wanna stay?

Thanks for coming back for me.

I just stood up in front
of everyone who matters

in New York society and said
I was dating Dan Humphrey.

I committed social suicide for you.

But Serena told me you've been
having an affair with him.

She misunderstood.

We've been friends. That's all.

You have to believe me.

You're the only man in my life now,

the only man I want there, anyway.

I believe you.

You do?

But being together means
going against my family,

and if I'm going to take a stand,

I need to know for certain
that you feel as I do.

I do.

Are you ready to go public,
my family be damned?

I'm ready if you are.

There they are!

You can never really know someone

until you walk a mile in their shoes.

Salut, Jean Michel.

It's Serena Van Der Woodsen
from Paris last summer.

I was with Blair and Louis tonight,

and it made me think about you,
wanna call you and catch up,

and, you know, see what's going
on in your life and Louis'.

At first, it might not seem
like the most natural fit...

What's in there?

That used to be my sister's
room and then it was a nursery,

then it was Vanessa's room,
and now it is my office.

It's a pretty versatile living space.

Uh, you know, check it out if
you want, but I gotta get this.

Hi. I figured if you were beat,
we could just hang here.

Actually, I was planning
on standing you up.

I know you told Serena
about the kiss with Blair.

I was gonna tell you tonight to
explain why I left the message.

I wasn't trying to hurt you.

I honestly thought something
must be very wrong

if you were kissing Blair Waldorf.

And since you weren't talking to me,

I thought you might listen to Serena.

Vanessa, I know we've been
friends since we were little,

and we both like pierogies,
and my dad really misses you,

but just to be clear,

so there's no misunderstanding
down the road,

we are not friends anymore.

Is everything okay?

Yeah. Yeah, it is.

But walk around in those shoes long enough,

and you'll discover you just might like it.

Your dad gave me these security tapes

after the kinberg building burned down

and asked me to lock them away.

This one's from 8:00 P.M.
the night of the fire.

What's on it?

Bart, having an argument
with a woman--Avery thorpe.

Then Avery goes into the building alone,

and Bart hurries away.

Okay. So?

Moments later, the building
goes up in flames,

and Avery thorpe is never heard from again.

Just don't get too comfortable, kids,

because you never know

when the other shoe is going to drop.

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