Gossip Girl (2007–2012): Season 5, Episode 10 - Riding in Town Cars with Boys - full transcript

Lily throws Charlie a party to officially introduce her to New York society. Meanwhile, Charlie's ex-boyfriend, Max, throws a wrench into Charlie's future as an Upper East Side princess. ...

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into the scandalous lives
of Manhattan's elite.

She's not Charlie Rhodes.
She's Ivy Dickens.

She's a wannabe actress from Florida.

You should go before we call the police.

I'm not leaving town until
I get what I deserve.

No one can touch me anymore.

I'm a Rhodes now.

Maureen's cheating on Trip.

There must be some mistake.
Maureen's a devoted wife.

Look, I get you have to
run the story, just...



I hope you don't let your
personal feelings against me

make it any uglier than it has to be.

I'll admit that I saw the web page,

but I had nothing to do with it coming out.

Well, if you didn't do it, then who did?

Do you see those people leaving?
Why don't you join them?

It wasn't until I saw you confronting Blair

that I realized I had it all wrong.

You're in love with her.

I'm not in love with Blair.

You've really been good this
whole time, haven't you?

I wanted to move on to give you
the happy life you deserve.

I only turned dark and desperate

because I was afraid of losing you.



And who am I?

That's a secret I'll never tell.

You know you love me.

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

Apologies have been made and
the security breach fixed.

But two weeks later, and still not one tip.

Apparently, no one can hold a grudge

like an Upper East Sider...

And no one can lie like one, either.

Here's to Charlie,

who's learning it's never
too late to be a debutante,

and to mom, who couldn't
refuse one last ball.

Oh! It's not a ball.
It's just a little party

to introduce my darling niece into society.

Just because Carol made a mockery
of her own debut does not

mean that Charlie should be
cheated out of the experience.

Yeah, she hired Karen
Finley to go in her place,

and when Carol's name was called,

Karen walks out wearing nothing
but chocolate and a pillbox hat.

Now I'm a Karen Finley fan,
but it was a bit much.

We were barred from the Plaza for years.

Well... I'm honored.

And if the party wasn't
enough, Lily arranged for me

to spend the day at the Plaza Athenee Spa.

It's way too generous,

especially after everything I
put you guys through with Max.

Oh, please. That was not your fault.

That young man had a lot of problems.

No wonder Serena was so into him.

Anyway, I'm just eager to
put this all behind me

and start a new chapter in my life.

Oh, and, um, I got a job to help.

Nate offered me my old position back.

Waffles, a new job, and
a party in your honor?

Not a bad day to be Charlie Rhodes.

Not a bad day to be Dan Humphrey either.

It seems like being the target
of a Twitter war pays off.

"Inside" is doing so well

that Simon & Schuster is
giving it a second printing.

Yeah, my editor wants to--
to publish it with a--

a new afterword now.

So I-I-I have no idea what to write.

I'm starting to understand

the appeal of heroin or womanizing

or--or whatever it is
writers do when they...

can't write. It's hard to find inspiration

when you're not trashing your friends, huh?

Well, at least I don't
have the added pressure

of it being turned into a
movie, so thank you for that.

All right, that's enough.

You two should not be fighting like this.

It's time to work it out.

Yeah, I'm coming into the office now,

but you gotta cancel that
meeting with Bloomberg.

There's just too much going on today.

Yeah, sounds good. Thank you.

A week ago, you couldn't get
Bloomberg to give you a quote

to "The Spectator."
Now you're canceling on him?

That's a bold move, Nathaniel.

I'm almost aroused.

Yeah, well, ever since I
published that article

about staying independent from my family,

people are paying attention.

So you're finally learning

there are upsides to
pissing off your family.

Grandfather actually loved the editorial,

so much so that he invited
me to be his guest

at Camp Allen this weekend.

Yeah.

I leave for Vermont after work.

Yeah, you, Warren Buffet,

and every other finance and media titan.

World domination by day,
debauchery by night.

The Allen retreat is legendary.

I pity the fool who tries
to hire a call girl

in Manhattan this weekend.

Yeah. So I have to ask you,

why are you reading a rival paper, huh?

They might call the wedding off?

Does this--does this mean that--that you...

I'm sure it's not even true.

You should know better than anyone

these stories are invented to sell papers

to women who collect ceramic cats.

Yeah, still, maybe you
should give her a call.

Louis is the father of her child.

There's no way Blair's
walking away from that.

Same thing happening to me.

Pregnancy makes fingers
swell up like kielbasas.

Well, the paparazzi aren't
camped out downstairs

to find out if your wedding is called off.

They see me without my ring,

they'll think it means something.

I start to think maybe it does.

Mr. Louis is back from third world.

It's been a week, and he is still
waiting at the consulate--

where he'll remain until
I decide what to do.

You know what to do.

Mr. Chuck told you secret to
making Louis good man again.

Say like magic spell--

"Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo, I
will never leave you"

Poof!

Louis will feel safe again, and
you live happily ever after.

But I'm not sure I can promise
Louis that I'll never leave him.

Handsome prince who is father
of your child loves you.

What is stopping you?

Nothing! But unlike you,

I-I don't just marry the
first person who asks me.

It is the thought of Mr. Chuck
that makes you unsure.

Of course not!

Well, I will admit that Chuck has changed,

but this is about Louis,

and until I can promise
him he'll never lose me,

or my fingers regain their elegant shape,

we are not leaving this apartment.

That could be very long time.

We are going nowhere.

This is New York.
We can live on takeout for months.

I'm sorry I assumed you
were trying to sabotage

my book being made into a movie.

I'm sorry, too, that it didn't work out.

I really did wanna make
it happen for you, Dan.

But that's--that's great about
the second print of "Inside."

You'll be able to figure out the afterward.

I'm not so sure, though.

I-I've never been stuck like this before.

What? It seems like an amazing opportunity

to see how the book changed you,
how--how it changed everyone.

Did it really change anyone?

Yes!

Seeing where our characters
ended made us realize

exactly where we didn't want to be.

Nate didn't want to be half a person,

and now he's running "The Spectator."

And Chuck went from dying alone to therapy.

What about you?

Well, I thought I changed my ending

by getting the job with
Jane or this blog, but...

the truth is, I'm still making

horrible decisions in my love life.

I actually envy you.

You get this book where you
get to see your journey

and see what choices you
would make differently,

where you went off track.

I wish I had something like that.

Well, if you really are looking for

a history of Serena Van Der Woodsen,

there's always "Gossip Girl."

I know, I know, I know, but it's not like

she hasn't chronicled your entire
life since grammar school.

What harm could it be to
look at a few old blasts?

I think maybe you'd learn
something you didn't expect.

Um, Charlie's leaving and needs her coat.

Okay. I'll bring it to her.

Thank you, Dan. Good luck.

How'd it go?

Well, Serena just pointed out

how the ending of my book changed...

Everyone except me, of course.

Well, it's not too late to change.

How?

Writing-wise? Life-wise?
I wouldn't know where to begin.

Well...

for starters...

Blair?

I'm very observant.

And not to mention, you
haven't really dated anyone

since that kiss with Blair last spring.

Blair's getting married and
having a baby with Louis.

And if she wasn't with Louis,
she'd be with Chuck, not me.

Maybe.

Even if Blair doesn't feel the same way,

it might be worth it for you
to tell her how you feel.

At least so you can move on.

I think the last time I saw
you concentrating that hard,

you were reading the instructions

on how to assemble a hookah.

Trip! Hey, man. What are you doing here?

I had a meeting across the street,

figured I'd stop in and say hey.

But, uh, I'll let you get back to it.

We're still on for racquetball tomorrow?

Oh, actually, grandfather's taking me out

to the Allen retreat tonight.

Yeah. I thought you knew.

No. I didn't.

Oh. Well...

I'm sure it was just, you know,

a last-minute decision and everything.

I'm sorry he can't bring both of us.

Actually, it's okay.

No, the reason he asked you
is because I backed out.

Truth is, I couldn't stand to
be around him right about now.

Well... why? What happened?

Well, Maureen and I have
been having some issues

since she tried to release
the fake affair story.

But something wasn't adding up.

She finally admitted

that grandfather was
behind the whole thing.

What? Why didn't she say something before?

It was causing a tremendous
strain on our marriage,

and she got scared.

He made her do it.

And just because he said it
was to help my campaign,

it doesn't make it okay.

No, of course not.

Anyway, I'm sorry to burden you with this.

Maybe it's better for you to know now,

before you go away with him

because...

he manipulated you, too.

DVD on prenatal yoga.

Maybe we use this time to get
in shape for childbirth.

I plan on having my child
the old-fashioned way--

fully sedated.
And the only downward dog...

I wanna see you doing

is cleaning up the dust
from under that couch.

Please.

I'm not even safe in my own home!

I have to get out of here!

Somewhere they'd never
think to look for me...

We go to Dorota's in Queens!

Princesses don't go to Queens.

Need to marry Louis to be princess.

Hello. I guess it's time for me to accept

that if you want something badly enough,

you just have to go out
and get it yourself.

Hey, I was wondering what
you were doing today.

Coming to stay with you, actually.

Uh... okay.

Watch out, kids.

The end of me

just might turn out to be
the end of one of you.

The sheets you brought are on the bed,

your Jo Malone candles are
burning in every room,

and every trace of my existence

has been removed from the bathroom.

Thank you. Just because I
had to flee to the boroughs

doesn't mean my creme de la mer
should have to suffer, too.

I saw your photo in the paper.
Is--is everything okay?

Everything is horrible.

I need to go to Louis and reassure him

that he's never gonna lose me,
but something is stopping me.

Chuck is stopping you.

No. I haven't even spoken to Chuck.

You don't have to. You two have

some strange force field
effect on each other.

Physicists should study it.

Fine.

Though the last thing you deserve
is to hear these words--

you're right.

Chuck has finally become

the person I've always wanted him to be,

and I know how to change the Louis

back into the prince I fell in love with,

which means I'm trapped.

I have to choose, but I can't.
You have to help me.

Have you made a list of pros and cons?

Sometimes that helps me.

Lists are for choosing bridesmaids,

not who you're spending the
rest of your life with.

You're right. Go the Howard Hughes route.

I'm sure you'll figure it out by
the time you're peeing in jars.

Fine.

Okay, I'll start with Chuck.

Pros--he truly has become a good man.

Cons--he's slept with
every woman in New York.

It could get a little
awkward at dinner parties.

Sometimes fun. Don't judge.

Okay, Louis.
Pros--obviously, he's a prince.

Of Monaco. What else?

He's the father of my child.

The fact is...

I can make all the lists in the world,

but what else matters?

I've pretended like it's not a factor,

but it's everything.

Isn't it?

Louis is the father of my child,

so... he is the only
ending to this fairy tale.

Right?

He--he doesn't have to be.

You don't think it would matter

that my baby is another man's child?

It wouldn't to me.

You're--you're right.

I at least have to ask.

Uh, can you do me a favor
and go grab us some food?

I'm famished.

Ma'am.

This better be a long-distance call.

I told you.
I'm not leaving until I get my money.

Look, I offered you some cash
to help you get back home,

and you said no.

$5,000?

What good is that?

I gave up everything for you.

Either you give me the
full amount you promised,

or I will tell anyone who will
listen who you really are.

Go ahead and try.

If my family didn't believe you, who will?

What are you working on
so intently over there?

I'm going through old "Gossip Girl" blasts,

trying to figure out

when I started making such
bad romantic decisions.

It's... a trip--

which is also the name of one
of my disastrous choices.

Hmm.

Not all bad, I hope.

No. No, I'm up to, uh, junior year,

and there's a lot of stuff about
me and Dan, which is good.

Oh, my gosh.

Do you remember our first official date,

when he took me to Jean
Georges to try to impress me?

I do. Yeah, he was so nervous,

I considered slipping him a tranquilizer.

We had fun.
Mm.

You know, the truth is,

I don't think I ever got
it right before Dan...

Or--or since him.

Besides Nate,

he's probably the only
good guy I've ever dated.

I can't disagree.
And you guys were great together.

I don't think I realized
how great at the time.

Well, I think it's really something

how those feelings turned into
such an enduring friendship.

Yeah. Yeah, sure. Of course.

Hmm. That's weird.
A "Gossip Girl" blast.

Yeah, I've noticed

you guys haven't gotten
a lot of those lately.

Everyone's been afraid to send in tips

since their identities were revealed.

"Since no one will dare to send in a scoop,

"I had to do by own stakeout,

"and my hard work paid off.

"Spotted--

"possible royal runaway bride Blair Waldorf

"being offered refuge at Lonely Boy's loft.

Looks like Brooklyn fools rush in."

Mm, I guess Dan got the ending he wanted.

Good for him.

Hello, Blair.

I need your advice.

It seems as you've found
your way, I've lost mine.

I didn't think Blair
Waldorf could get lost.

Neither did I, but...

I'm so lost, I wound up in Brooklyn.

Well, there are worse places.

This isn't something Humphrey
could help you with?

No. Only you.

Do you think you could
love another man's child?

Why are you asking me this?

I'm... paralyzed.

I... can't move. I can't breathe.

You have to help me.

I can't make this decision for you, Blair.

You're the one who has to live with it.

But...

What's the right choice, Chuck?

I can't imagine

it would be a mistake to marry
the father of your child.

Right?

So the fake story Maureen
told about the affair--

did she do that on her own,
or were you involved?

It was my idea.

I thought it would help Trip.
Obviously, it was a mistake.

I was planning on telling you
about Maureen this weekend,

but you beat me to it.

And since we're having this conversation,

there's something else
I was gonna tell you.

It wasn't a coincidence
that Diana hired you.

She did so at my request.

Wait. What?

W-why would you do that?

The whole reason I came to work here

was because I didn't want to
get a job through my family.

I wanted to prove myself.

And you did.

I was worried for your future, Nathaniel.

I thought you might enjoy
working in journalism.

And in all honesty,

I hoped I could control some
of the press about Trip.

Yeah, but why--why are
you coming clean now?

That editorial that you published--

it made me realize

you're the one who has an understanding of

which direction the Van Der
Bilt family needs to go in

if we're gonna continue to be leaders.

Not Trip.

No. Not anymore.

I should let you get back to work.

I know this is a lot to take in,

but I hope you will still be my guest

at Camp Allen this weekend.

I don't know.

I'm assuming Trip is the one
who told you about Maureen.

I'm sorry he said anything
before I was able to.

He's always wanted me to
take him to Camp Allen.

He was pretty upset when
I invited you over him.

So you never asked Trip to go?

No.

Trip's scared he's gonna lose the election,

and I think it's beginning to
make him a little desperate.

Oh.

I'm gonna head over there,
have a little talk with him.

Please, um, let me know

if you change your mind about the weekend.

Nate?

Uh, Max Harding, Ivy's...

What do you want?

There's something you need
to know about Charlie.

Yeah, that you accused her
of being an imposter?

Serena and Charlie already told me.

Let me guess. You're here

because you want me to buy your story.

It's worth it.

Yeah, well, what makes you think

that I'd believe anything
that you had to say?

She's not who she says she is, Nate.

Hey, Serena, the loft is
surrounded by paparazzi.

It's--it's insane.

Well, they're probably
tracking "Gossip Girl"

who's tracking Blair to your door.

Look, I know why you invited her there,

and I think it's a huge mistake.

She and Louis may be having problems,

but they're still engaged.

And then there's Chuck.

Dan, this is not the time to be
throwing your hat into the ring.

Why do you care?

Because unlike you, I have
her best interests at heart.

Telling her your feelings is
not gonna change your ending.

It's just gonna mess with hers.

Well, listen, the fact is,

this doesn't concern you at all.

I'm gonna talk to Blair.

And even if it's the biggest
kamikaze disaster of my life,

it's my disaster. It's my ending.

So--so--so please, stay out of it.

Fine. Then I may just help
someone else get their ending.

Go ahead, Serena.

They say love is blind,

but jealousy, it seems,

provides a clear view
all the way to Monaco.

Hey!

Oh, I'm sorry to bother you.

I was just leaving and I wanted to say hi.

No. Please, come in.

You're the first friendly
face I've seen all day.

That bad, huh?

Yeah. Yeah, today...

Yeah. Hey, listen, I have to tell you,

your, uh, ex Max came by to see me earlier.

He's trying to sell your story.

What did he say to you?

Oh, he was looking for money.

He seemed pretty desperate, though.

I kicked him out, but I
thought you should know.

Just... be careful.

Thanks.

I will.

I'm sorry you're not gonna be able

to make it to my party tonight.

Oh, well, actually, I might be able to now.

My grandfather just admitted to me

that the only reason I have this job

is because he bought "The Spectator."

And here I was,

thinking I was doing great
work and so proud of it,

and now I just feel like a total... fraud.

Look, it doesn't matter
how you got here, Nate.

Once you started the job, you did the work.

I read that editorial you
wrote, and it's clear

that you've become the leader
that you wanted to be.

If you deserve to be that person,

then own it and never look back.

Thanks.

Yeah.

Thank you for letting me
use the suite to set up.

It's made things so much easier.

I hope we'll see you later.

As a public service, I'm
staying home this evening.

I see.

Well, for what it's worth,
Blair won't be attending.

Blair's schedule is of no interest to me.

Look, I don't mean to pry, Charles,

but I have been worried about you

as her wedding date approaches.
It can't be easy.

Thank you for your concern, but I'm fine.

It's nothing that can't be
fixed with a night of scotch

and perhaps a rogue socialite,

if you care to send one my way.

Well, if you find that that falls short,

I'm always here for you.

No matter how ugly or dark
your feelings may be,

you should not have to bear them alone.

I appreciate it, Lily,

but you have no idea
what you'd be taking on.

Are you kidding? Of course I do.

Try as you might, you don't scare me.

I'm sorry to inform you

that my love for you is unconditional.

The idea of unconditional love

is as quaint as the Tooth Fairy

or environmentally friendly dry cleaning.

No, no, not when you're a parent.

Look, you might only be my
son by marriage, Charles,

but I've always loved you as my own,

and I hope you get the opportunity

to feel that kind of love
with someone someday.

I haven't heard from her in weeks.

I'm going out of my mind.

Well, maybe I can help you.

Why?

I thought after what
happened at the shower,

you would want me as far
away from Blair as possible.

It's not for you. It's for her.

I just want Blair to be happy

and all of her dreams to come true,

and... I believe you're the
one that can do that for her.

But you have to promise
me-- no more scheming.

Of course. I realize now how wrong I was.

I'm not looking at the gossip sites.

I'm--I'm not reading the newspapers.

I just want Blair back.

But I can't tell her this.

I don't even know where she is.

I do.

It's decided.

Chuck?

No.

Apparently, there are some risks

even Chuck Bass isn't willing to take.

So...

Problem solved.

Congratulations?

I'm not crying.

You smell like onions.

Blair, what if...

you don't marry Louis?

And what?

Be alone?

No.

What do you really want?

To be happy.

But I don't think I know how to anymore.

Well...

I-I think I know how to make you happy.

I spoke with Nathaniel.

He told me about your visit.

How dare you try to
undermine my relationship

with my grandson?

What did you expect?

I'd give up everything without a fight

just because you decided Nate
was the future of this family?

You've been the engine
behind my entire career.

And that can only last for so long.

The voters are not behind you.

Yeah, and you can change
that and you know it.

If you abandon me now,
I'll lose the election.

I'll have nothing.

My mind's made up.

Nate called to confirm he's
coming with me this weekend.

Plans have all been arranged.

Time to get on board.

Congressman?

I think we can help each other.

Uh, I'm sorry. Who are you?

Someone who's sick of being
pushed around by these people.

Ahem.

What are you doing here?

Apparently, the same as you.

The prince and the pill popper.

This should be fun. Shall we?

No one's answering.

The man can't hold his
liquor or his narcotics.

The last time he tried
to crash at my place,

I learned where he hid his spare key.

Sorry, boys, but didn't you know

that if you wait too
long to seize the day...

Gone.

Where would she go?

The one you want can get away?

There she is.
Charlie, this is Matthew Lynch.

He's covering the party
for "Women's Wear Daily."

You look fantastic. Who are you wearing?

Oh, thank you. Badgley Mischka.

It's great.

Shall we go get ourselves a drink?

Enjoy your night.

Thanks.

Thank you so much.

This party is a dream come true.

I... just can't believe that you
would do all of this for me.

Oh, my darling, you are family.

This is what we do for family.

Take this polyester rag off
my face right now, Humphrey!

And who doesn't keep a silk blindfold

in their bedside table?

You brought me to watch a human sacrifice,

or an episode of "The Bachelor."

Either way, I am not happy.

Would you relax? You are totally safe,

and the paparazzi have
no idea where you are.

We took the service elevator
out of my apartment.

So... I'll be right back.

No, no!

You are not going anywhere until
you tell me what's going on.

Would you trust me?

I'm not in the habit of doing that.

Well, you don't really
have a choice now, do you?

Just pull around to the garage.

- Evening, sir. Welcome.
- Thank you.

What the hell are you doing here?

Thought I'd check out
Charlie's party for myself.

Yeah? You leave her alone.

Hey, look, just 'cause you're
not interested in my story

doesn't mean someone else won't be.

I heard there are reporters here tonight.

A society princess exposed
as a white trash fraud?

Sounds pretty compelling to me.

Yeah, well, I guess I'll have to make sure

no one lets you in the door.

Charlie, hey.

Nate. I didn't think you'd be here.

Yeah, I can't stay.

But listen, I just wanna
give you a heads-up.

Max is here, and he just told me

he's gonna try and sell his story

to one of the reporters
covering your party.

Yeah, but it's all lies.

And you don't think anyone
would believe him, right?

Yeah, but a story a story.

I mean, true or false, it can
take on a life of its own.

Really? She wasn't at Dan's?

Okay, I'll find out where she is.
I promise, Louis. Bye.

Hey, have either of you seen Blair or Dan?

There's Dan.

Listen, Humphrey, I don't wanna
play hide-and-seek right now.

Just tell me where the hell Blair is.

What's he doing?

Looks like he's helping Chuck
and Blair finally be together.

Um...

Would you guys excuse me?
I'm gonna go have a drink.

Well, I hope the paparazzi
don't know Blair's here.

They'll try to storm the Empire
and ruin the whole party

just trying to get a photo.

Seriously? The paparazzi
could shut down the party?

Especially if they knew
Blair was here with Chuck.

I'll go talk to security about Max.

What's going on?

Did you have something to do with this?

No. Dan arranged it for us.

What "us"?

The "us" I should have
fought for when you called.

The "us" that is not just you and me,

but you, me, and your baby.

Then...

W-why did you tell me to choose Louis?

I thought it was selfish if
I was the one to tell you

to break up your family.

That was the moment you
chose not to be selfish?

Well, timing has never
been our strong suit.

I had it all wrong.

Just because Louis is
the father of your baby

does not mean you should be with him.

You should be with me.

Why?

Because I'm going to love your
baby as much as I love you.

What is it?

"Gossip Girl"

Someone sent out a blast that I'm here...
with you.

I don't want any photos of
us to get back to Louis

before I can talk to him.
I gotta get out of here.

Wait.

I wanna come with you.

Hey, sorry to bother you guys.

Just wanted to make sure
you saw the "Gossip Girl" blast.

We need to leave immediately.

Yeah, I have a car here waiting for me.

So do I.

All right, perfect.
Then they'll be down in the garage.

We can go through there. Come on.

I'd like to have everyone's
attention, please.

Wow. The paparazzi are aggressive tonight.

They must really want
a shot of our new "It" girl.

I'd like to say a few words
about my lovely niece

Charlotte Rhodes.

Since she didn't grow up in New York City,

you haven't had the opportunity

to know what a wonderful
young woman she is.

I hope, starting tonight,
you get that chance.

Charlie?

Took you long enough,

and I'm not talking about the
walk from the lobby to here.

Have a good trip, Nathaniel.

Camus said that life is
the sum of our choices.

Choose wisely, and fortune smiles upon you.

But choose poorly?

You never know what price
you'll have to pay.

Hey.

Hey.

You okay?

Yeah. I'm okay adjacent.

I'm sorry I came down
so hard on you before.

Eh, you were right.

I was gonna tell Blair
how I felt about her.

You mean you were gonna
tell her you love her?

In spite of myself-- and
honestly, many times--

in spite of her.

I-I mean, I didn't want to.

I kept trying to make it go away,

but how do you kill a feeling?

I don't know.

When you told me about the idea

of rewriting the end of my story,

I thought, maybe...

maybe that's the answer.

Then what stopped you?

When I saw Blair, she'd just
gotten off the phone with Chuck

and she was heartbroken.

You know, I've been so
consumed with my own feelings,

I wouldn't let myself see
how much she loves Chuck.

You were right.

She didn't need my confession.
She needed my help.

Wow, that's...

That's a really amazing thing to do, Dan.

Yeah, well, I mean...

It wasn't easy.

But I do think, uh,

that I can give myself a new ending

by making sure Chuck and Blair
get the ending they deserve.

I want her to be happy.

Gotta head home and get
started on this afterward.

Dan...

You're one of the good ones, you know?

Thanks.

You have fun at your party?

When are you gonna leave me alone?

Starting now, actually.

I got some money, going back to Portland.

Good.

You think once I'm gone, you're free.

The truth is, once I go, Ivy,

you are trapped in this lie forever.

Look, I worked hard to get here.
Trust me. I couldn't be happier.

Yeah, maybe for now.
That'll wear off eventually.

No actress wants to play the
same role her entire life.

This is more than just a role.

This is my life now,

and these people are my family.

How can their love be real
when you're a total fake?

Whoa. Are those paparazzi?

Yeah. They're chasing
the car in front of us.

Pretty aggressive.

Yeah. I think they're chasing my friends.

I have to tell Louis face-to-face

that the wedding is off.

He--he deserves at least that.

Are you sure you wanna do this?

I mean, a-a prince, a fairy tale wedding.

- This is all you ever wanted.
- No.

You're all I ever wanted.

I love you.

I love every part of you.

I-I couldn't tell Louis
that he would never lose me

because it wasn't true.

You're the one I never want to leave.

Okay, h-how--how do you want to do this?

First, we have to go to the consulate

so I can tell Louis it's off, and then...

I-I don't know. We--we could go anywhere.

Switzerland has impeccable schools

or maybe Tokyo?

They have opening ceremony
and great test scores.

Blair, Blair, we don't need to go anywhere.

We can raise this baby right here.

Look at them.

Hey, grandfather.

Yeah, well, I was a little
delayed leaving the Empire,

but I'm on my way to
Westchester airport now.

Westchester?

I thought I was taking you
to the Upper East Side.

What? No. No, no, no.
Hey. Hey, c--let me call you back.

What? No. I-I have a flight out
of Westchester County Airport

in 45 minutes.

Okay. I just gotta get out of the park

and then I can turn around.
It's not a problem.

All right. Thank you.

Those motorcycles are
really out of control.

What the hell are they doing?

Oh, my God!

Nate, I got your messages.
Are Chuck and Blair okay?

I don't know, but I saw the whole thing.

I stayed with them until
the ambulances came.

They're with the doctors now.

I spoke with the E.M.T.
who brought them in.

He said it's pretty bad.

Okay.

Okay.

Eleanor, Cyrus, Harold, and Roman

are all flying in on the
next flight from Paris.

Eleanor was distraught.

Hey.

Um...

Serena texted me.

Are Blair and Chuck all right?

We don't know yet.

We're hoping for the best.

I'm gonna go track down the doctor

and see if I can get an update.

This is all Gossip Girl's fault.

If she hadn't sent out that blast...

Well, I'm not trying to defend her,

but it's not like Gossip
Girl hopped on a motorcycle

and chased Chuck and Blair through
the streets of Manhattan.

Well, she may as well have.

If Gossip Girl didn't exist,

Chuck and Blair would not be
in the hospital right now,

fighting for their lives.

You know, I spent the whole
morning looking at old blasts,

and it's unbelievable the
amount of pain she's caused.

This is just the culmination
of years of damage.

All right, so what do you want to do?

Well, I wanna finish what Diana started.

I wanna take Gossip Girl down for good.

I'm with you,

and I think we should use
"The Spectator" to do it.

Charlie...

Are you okay?

No.

No, I'm--I'm not.

This is all my fault.

What are you talking about?
Of course it's not.

I sent the "Gossip Girl" blast.

Why?

I didn't do it to hurt Blair.

I was just trying to protect myself.

From what?

Max showed up tonight.

He was threatening to sell my story

to the reporters covering the party.

And I thought that if I sent the blast,

then the paparazzi would show up

and would crash the party
and it'd be shut down

before Max could do any damage.

But what damage could he do?
Max is a complete fraud.

Rufus, I'm sorry.

It's me. I'm the fraud.

I just spoke to the doctor, and, um,

the good news is that...

Blair is awake and responsive.

And Chuck?

Carol, it's me, Ivy.

I gotta get out of here.

I'm leaving tonight.

This time, I'm not coming back.

We all like to think

that we're in the driver's
seat of our own lives.

But the truth is,

the idea that we can control
our fate is an illusion.

You can choose the most loyal friends,

the dream job...

The truest love.

There's been an accident.

How bad?

You know I wouldn't take a risk
like this if it wasn't serious.

I had no choice.

Okay, Jack. I'll get on the next plane.

You'll meet us there?

Of course. Thank you, Diana.

It's not me you should thank.