Gossip Girl (2007–2012): Season 6, Episode 10 - New York, I Love You XOXO - full transcript

And who am I?

That's a secret I'll never tell.

You know you love me.

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

I need your passion for social upheaval

to help me write the book
about the Upper East Side.

That's what I want.

Are you sure that I'm the
one person you wanna be with?

You have always been the one.

Daniel Humphrey has just
released the latest installment

of his serial... a chapter
on our very own Serena.



Why would you write this now?

You were supposed to be different.

I used to be.

Got me nowhere. So now I'm the same.

What I want isn't in
Brooklyn. I have a plan.

I have this whole time.

I wrote two versions
of the Serena chapter,

and that's... that's the nice one.

I prefer the nasty one you published.

I know I've hurt you, but
I've never stopped loving you.

Well, excuse me if I don't fall
for that, or you, ever again.

When I first met you,

you had the perfect story
to get New York's attention.

What, Gossip Girl's identity?



I promised her I'd stop looking
after she helped find Serena.

She set you up to protect herself.

What do you have to lose

by going through your
research one more time?

So... Lily's still with Bart?

Yes.

The only thing that matters is
that you finally know the truth.

I do, and I'm sorry.

What on earth do you have to be sorry for?

It won't be much longer, I promise.

I have a plan.

How many times do I have to tell you?

Bart is not stupid enough
to leave any evidence.

Stop your witch hunt

and leave New York for Moscow tonight.

What are you doing?

I couldn't live with myself
if anything happened to you.

Don't get on the plane.

I made a deal. Those
were my father's terms.

The coast guard is investigating the area

where the plane went off the radar

after sending a mayday signal.

I hope that wasn't the one Chuck was on.

He just tried to have his own son killed.

Who do you think they're gonna believe,

the man of the year,

or some sad,

pathetic,

little boy?!

Uhh!

Aah!

No!

Chuck.

Give me your hand!

You know I'm all talk. I
would never really hurt you.

Everything you say is a lie!

Charles, this isn't who you are.

Please, son!

Aah!

Come on.

We have to get out of here.

Guys, there's a situation.

What's going on?

There's a body.

A body? Whose?

I can't tell you that.

Okay, thanks.

Do what you need to do.

Don't tell anyone you talked to me.

Arthur's stuck out front.

They're stopping all
the cars from the event.

Give me the phone.

Why don't you let me help you?
I know a lot of people here.

If you can just give me a name...

You ask a lot of questions.

Maybe you should give me your name.

I have to take this.

Oh.

Here's a lovely young woman

who will tell everything that she knows...

which is nothing.

Hi.

Hey.

Are you Arthur?

Excuse me, would you tell the pilot

I'm gonna need another
moment, please? Thank you.

When you're ready.

You dug up a lot of good dirt.

We just have to sift through it again.

You know the history.
I'm a fresh set of eyes.

The answer to "who is Gossip Girl?"

Is right on this table.

Wait. What? Ivy says I
need to turn on the TV.

We're told a man has been found dead

outside an event

where the Manhattan real
estate community was gathering

to honor their man of the
year, Bartholomew Bass.

The name of the deceased
is being withheld...

until family members can be notified.

Sorry.

Hello?

Yes, this is Mrs. Bass.

What?!

You've reached William.
Please leave a message.

Hey, it's me.

So you know how as long
as Bart Bass was around,

it wasn't safe to come to the city?

Well, it's safe now.

Call me.

Shockwaves ran through
this crowd moments ago

as the news spread

that the deceased was none
other than Bart Bass himself,

the man they had g adhered to honor.

Good night.

This comes on the heels

of a series of bizarre
events earlier tonight.

First, a false report that a Bass
Industries jet had been downed.

Then Bass' son Charles
caused a disturbance,

requiring him to be removed by security.

Yes, this is Chuck Bass'
limo, but he's not with me.

Where is he?

I don't know.

I haven't heard from him
since I dropped him off.

Mr. Bass often finds his own
way home from these things.

All clear.

All right.

Chuck Bass is considered
a person of interest

in this case, as he's
wanted for questioning,

although we have no
information on his whereabouts.

Now being a person of interest

does not necessarily mean
he's a suspect at this point.

What it means is that police feel
he'll have information on this case.

By the time I got to the
party, Chuck was already gone.

I didn't even see him.

So you, uh, missed the outburst

where he accused his father
of trying to kill him?

I don't know anything about that.

Do you?

She's not talking to you. She's a minor.

Anyone want some coffee?

Look, Chuck likes drama.
Okay? He was probably wasted.

I'm sure it was just nothing,
the usual father and son stuff.

And what do you know
about his relationship

with, uh, Blair Waldorf?

Blair's relationship to Chuck
is none of your business.

Besides, it's very complicated,
with many ups and downs.

Would take long time to explain.

Look, Chuck Bass is missing.

If your daughter's with him,
she could be in a lot of trouble.

What kind of trouble?

Aiding and abetting. Maybe worse.

Aiding and abetting what?

You don't really think that
Chuck had something to do

with what happened to Bart?

You mind if I check her
bed, see if it was slept in?

Yes, I mind.

You're not searching anything
here without a warrant.

In fact, I think this
conversation is over.

I understand you, uh,
recently went to jail yourself,

Mr. Archibald.

Hate to see ya back there.

So I'm sorry, but nobody's
gonna be saying another word

without a lawyer present...

a lawyer who isn't me.

Well, this is outrageous.

I mean, it's not like Blair
and Chuck killed the man.

Oh, no. What?

Oh, no.

Who is it?

Room service.

I have terrible news.

Bart's dead.

What are you doing here?

I don't know if you've heard, but, uh,

a lot of people are looking for ya.

Blair, you can come on out.
Uncle Jack's here to help.

Hey.

Uh, you're, uh, you're still in Manhattan,

and you're here.

I spent all night reading and rereading,

and then I realized I can't leave

until I know if what you wrote is true.

It is, every single word of it.

Do you understand how I feel now?

No.

No, actually, I'm more confused than ever.

Which one is the real you...

the one that wrote this chapter
or the one in "Vanity Fair"?

And "both" is not an acceptable answer.

You know, yeah, I still had
a tracking device on your limo

from back in the day when I hated you,

and I thought it was a little
odd when your limo driver made

a midnight trip to a
romantic inn in Windham.

Anyway...

you kill him or not?

'Cause if you didn't, running
sure makes it look like you did.

Chuck did nothing wrong.

That's not entirely true.

I didn't help him.

Who shoved who first? Who got hit?

I... I don't even know.

It was self-defense.

Bart tried to kill you on that plane.

I saved myself, then I fought back.

I... I don't feel guilty, but...

that doesn't mean I'm not.

Anyways, Bart made it clear

he owns captain Donnelley.

Can you help us get out of here?

A... a nice deserted island
with no extradition treaties?

We don't need money. We
can live off the land.

As much as I'd love to see

you spearfishing in a coconut bikini,

I, uh...

had another thought.

Were there security cameras on that roof?

Bart turned them off.

Because he was going to kill you.

Who saw you up there?

Him and Blair.

And I won't say a word.

Even if they torture me, I won't speak.

I, uh, had a different
kind of torture in mind.

Marriage.

Spousal privilege means

that a wife cannot be forced
to testify against her husband.

Not like this, Blair.

Why not?

We're in love, and...

one way or another, we
both achieved our goals.

And every trembling bone
in my tired and scared body

wants to marry you.

It's twisted but it's, uh, very you.

Jack is right.

Chuck and Blair hold hands?

Chuck and Blair go to the movies?

You said you never wanted us to be boring.

Well, we definitely aren't that now.

I was a stupid child
when I said those things.

Life with you could never be boring.

Blair Cornelia Waldorf,

will you marry me?

Yes.

Yes, I will.

Oh! William, hello.

Lily, I am so sorry.

My deepest condolences for Bart's passing.

Yes. I'm still trying to process the news.

It's all very shocking and upsetting.

Well, without Rufus and
your mother in your life,

I thought you could use the support.

You know, the police
are looking for Chuck,

the press is on your heels,

and you've got a funeral to plan.

Oh, God. A funeral.

Well...

the good news is,

we can do the same thing we
did the last time Bart died.

Honestly, I would be grateful
to have you by my side.

I don't know how I'm gonna
get through this day alone.

Well, let's start by getting you upstairs

and getting you some of
that tea you love so much.

Okay, you need to explain
everything, from the beginning...

the very, very beginning.

Yeah. Uh...

all right, well...

I'd been going to school
with you guys for a while,

but that night was the first night

that I'd been to one of your parties.

Of course, I soon realized

that I'd been invited by accident.

Hey, Matt.

No, n... you know, my name's actually...

Good game against Trinity last week, huh?

Game?

Yeah, no, I'm not...

I'm not who you think I am.

Ahem.

Watch it.

Hey.

Mm-hmm.

But I didn't care if I
wasn't supposed to be there.

One I got inside, I wasn't leaving

because that's when I saw you.

I'd seen you before at school,
on the steps of the Met,

but I'd never seen you like this.

What are you doing, standing
there all by yourself?

Don't you ever go to parties?

I, um, yeah. Sure, yeah.
I... yeah, I went to...

uh, birthdays as a kid. Well, my own.

I, um, I have a cousin who's Jewish,

and her bar mitzvah was rockin'.

Ah. Oh. You were joking.

Yeah, I was.

No, so... I mean, I was...

yeah, I was, too. I was joking.

No, I wasn't. I was...
her bat mitzvah was...

it sucked. It was Hello Kitty-themed.

I love Hello Kitty.

So do I.

Uh...

I was joking again.

You probably should get out more.

Well, you see what happens when I do?

And this is so bad?

O.M.G!

Kati just puked on her Prada!

She is taking pictures
with her cell phone.

We have to go wish her happy barfday!

That's amazing.

I wish I remembered any
of that, but I don't...

probably because I had too much champagne.

Or because you thought I was
a lacrosse player named Matt.

No, I didn't realize that.

No, but that's good news. It's great news.

Yeah, just have the
papers sent over. Thanks.

Was that about the search warrant?

It was about "The Spectator""

I mean, now that Bart's dead, my
name's the only one on the loan.

If I can pay off what I
owe, it'll be all mine.

That's amazing.

And if we can figure out
this "Gossip Girl" expose,

you'll have the perfect
story to make it happen.

Yeah. I just wish I felt like celebrating.

I'm sure Chuck's not calling

'cause he doesn't want
to get me in trouble,

but I really need to know he's okay.

If he's with Blair, he's okay.

She won't let anything bad happen to him.

Okay. Hold on one second, okay?

Of course we have to get
married in a courthouse.

Maybe we should get out of here.

Relax. We're just two crazy
kids dying to tie the knot.

If anyone recognizes you,

then that knot will become
a noose around your neck.

I got the license.

Backdated, of course,

lest someone suspects
your union was motivated

by something other than
your tender feelings.

The Justice of the
Peace is waiting for you.

Okay.

Let's go. Let's do this.

Blair, you don't have to.

I want to.

I know this isn't your dream wedding.

Last night's dress, no flowers,

the cake from the doughnut
shop down the street.

I already had my princess wedding.

There were enough peonies
to last a lifetime.

Maybe you don't need flowers,

but your mother, Cyrus, Serena...

you should be surrounded
by the people you love.

You love me.

I love the both of you.

It is just not worth the risk
of bringing everyone here.

Look, you might be okay with it,

but I'm not sure I wanna start
the rest of our lives this way.

Chuck.

Don't worry, Daphne.

I'm heading over to Dan's right now.

I know you need the final chapter today.

Hey.

You Georgina Sparks?

Depends on who's asking. You KGB?

JXB.

Jack Xavier Bass.

Chuck's Uncle Jack.

Don't believe I've had the pleasure.

Blair says when it comes to a scheme,

your skills are second to none.

She doesn't exaggerate.

Then what are you waitin' on, Sparks?

Let's see if the woman
lives up to the name.

Oh! Thank you for letting
me lean on you today.

I would simply be lost.

William!

Ivy, right?

I would hope, on a day like today,

you would be able to give
me some measure of peace.

Oh, if there is one thing you're
not getting today, it's peace.

And now that William's here,
we can tell you together.

You know, they say success is nothing

without someone to share it with.

I have no idea what game
this young woman is playing.

I don't believe I've
even seen you since, um...

uh, Cece's wake.

What?

We've been working together for months.

He's in love with me.

I have William's texts on my phone.

My children know how to make it look like

someone sent them a text
message when they haven't,

so I'm sure you know the same tricks.

He... he helped transfer
Cece's money to me.

You can ask Lola.

Well, Lola's out of the country
doing a film in Budapest,

so unfortunately, she's,
uh, not available.

I'm gonna go get the doorman.

What are you doing?

I'm getting exactly what
I wanted... to be with Lily,

the love of my life, the
mother of my children.

And I thank you...

I truly thank you for the role
you played in making that possible.

I'll tell everyone.

I'll tell the media.

The media?

I don't think so.

You're a lifetime movie called

"Nobody gives a damn:
The Ivy Dickens story."

I don't know what you
have to complain about.

You got Lola's money.

Now go back to Florida,

run along and be the
queen of the swamp people.

You're the devil!

All right, miss.

Don't make me have to call the police.

I loved you, William,
with all my heart! I did!

Ivy and Serena's daddy doctor?

Didn't see that one coming.

Oh. What do you two want?

You.

Look, don't be mad.

I came back because I wanna understand.

No, I'm... I'm not mad. I just...

Okay, have you ever
wanted something so badly,

but you just know you're not gonna get it?

Oh, that's right.

I... I forgot who I'm talking
to. Of course you haven't.

But that... that was...
that was... my whole life.

And the moment you walked away from me,

I knew there was no way I could ever

pull you out of your world and into mine.

But I couldn't give up.

Wait. The school trip
to the "Intrepid" museum?

Yeah. I overheard two
girls talking about you

in your white dress, getting wet,

and, um...

one girl thought that you
would be laughingstock.

You know, and that... and
that everyone would be...

talking about you,

but then her friend said,

"that's the point.

You're no one until you're talked about."

So you came home, and you
told all of this to Jenny,

and that was the
beginning of "Gossip Girl"?

So you've had the power to reveal
her identity this entire time?

Come. We have a mission.

"We"? "We" who?

What... what mission?

Do you two seriously not
have any idea why I'm here?

What have you been doing
for the last 12 hours?

So obviously, Gossip Girl's
known you all since ninth grade,

but it's doubtful that someone older

would've cared about a bunch of freshmen,

so she's the same age. Or younger.

That's what we always figured.

But you went to different
colleges after graduation.

She couldn't have followed all of you.

By that time, it didn't matter.

She'd already built up
her network of sources.

I mean, she could've been
anywhere in the world.

Like at Sarah Lawrence, where
Eric Van Der Woodsen goes?

Or maybe London, where
Jenny Humphrey lives?

I thought of that.

Eric maybe, but Gossip Girl
was pretty brutal on Jenny.

I mean, no one would
do that to themselves.

Are you kidding? Battling
Blair, the fashion line...

even you had a crush on her.

Little J. was my idol in seventh grade.

But I get your point.

Is there anyone Gossip
Girl ever went easy on?

Someone she cared about?
That could be a clue.

The only selfless thing she ever did

was shut down after Chuck
and Blair's accident.

Although, she did lead
Dan and Blair to Juliet

after Serena was drugged.
That was the right thing to do.

And wasn't there a lot of stuff
that she knew but didn't post

until Serena went to war
with her at graduation?

Maybe Gossip Girl was
really our guardian angel.

Spotted... Chuck Bass back in Manhattan.

We hear he's on his way
to turn himself in.

Who's up for a little
stakeout at the big house?

Well, so much for that theory.

Yeah.

Jack?

Come on. Let's go.

Take your time. I mean,
whatever. Come on, let's go!

Did you just see what I saw?

What are the chances that Serena,
Dan, Nate, and Georgina Sparks

all decided to check out
the Warhol exhibit together?

Zero. Come on, ally.

Hey, mom!

Chuck!

Sorry I couldn't call.

You really scared us, man.

Oh! I'm so glad you're safe.

You know, just a little confused
as to why we're all here.

Are you saying good-bye
before you turn yourself in?

Why does everyone look like
they're here for a funeral?

When you're here for a wedding.

A woman like Blair deserves
to be married with style,

surrounded by friends and family.

No Bass man would let himself be stopped

by a little thing like a tristate A.P.B.

Hey, enough with the small talk.

We all have a job to do.

Blair and Chuck, stay out of sight.

Then we meet at the Bethesda Fountain

and get married.

Miss Eleanor, go... go get the
dress! A... and... and the rings!

The rings! You! You! Rings!

And... and, uh, mister...

Chuck and Blair are getting married?!

This is the biggest
"Gossip Girl" story ever."

Oh, my gosh!

You look amazing!

B., the dress is perfection!

Well, a lifelong relationship
with Elie Saab does have its perks.

My mother did well.

Hey, have you seen Dan?
I'm a little nervous.

The last time he was in
charge of flowers, we ended up

with Damien Dalgaard's purple tulip.

Well, speaking of, is
Dan here as your date?

I mean, after he published his hate piece,

I'm surprised you're even
talking to him at all.

Yeah, he had his reasons. I don't know.

I'm... I'm still trying to figure it out.

And come on, it's not like Chuck didn't do

his fair share of terrible things to you.

Ancient history!

And besides, Chuck is
one of us, whereas Dan,

despite his years of
trying, never will be.

What does "one of us" even
mean after all this time?

He's friends with our friends.

We... we both dated him.
His father married my mother.

His... his new apartment
is in my building.

S., we all hoped that Humble
Humphrey would overcome

his Brooklyn roots to join
a higher social strata.

I mean, after all, it's
the American dream.

But let's face it. In his
case, the dream has died.

Just give him one more chance.
You don't know the whole story.

I know what I need to know, and that is,

Serena Van Der Woodsen will never end up

with a powerless striver.

Where are you going?
The fountain is that way.

Yeah, I might be a little late for that.

There's something I
gotta take care of first.

Something? Like what? If this
is about the final chapter,

you better not be giving
it to "Vanity Fair"

before I've read it.

I'm not giving it to "Vanity Fair".

What? Wait! Where are you going?!

Stop it! Oh!

Should I even ask what
happened on that rooftop?

The less you know, the better.

Ah. Then for once,

I guess it's a good thing
that I'm out of the loop.

Chuck! Hey!

Sorry to interrupt your last
fling, but I got the rings.

The choice was between

Byzantine cross and Egyptian snake.

I assume, like attracted like,
and you went with the snake?

You know me well, nephew.

Nate.

This is for you.

It's my final chapter.

You mean my final chapter,

and it's not for you.

Wait. This is about Gossip Girl.

That's yours to publish
in "The Spectator."

I know you gave up your
search to help Serena.

Now you have all your answers.

Dan, this is incredible.

I have to find sage.

I mean, she can run
this down to the office.

Thanks, man.

I mean, this could change my life.

Mine, too, hopefully.

I should've known better than
to back a horse from D.U.M.B.O.

All right, don't let anyone
stop you or ask any questions.

Just go straight to my
computer and start typing.

Post paragraph by
paragraph if you need to.

Got it.

What is taking Gossip Girl so long?

I don't know.

But if Gossip Girl
doesn't care about out tip,

I bet the police will.

Thea! The police?

What? Chuck's a fugitive from the law.

If it's not on "G.G.," at
least it'll be on the news.

Hi, I have information on
the location of Chuck Bass.

To quote Siddhartha,

we are not going in
circles. We are going upward.

The path is a spiral.

We have already climbed many ste...

Cyrus, I think that is enough.

Perhaps we could skip to the "I do" part.

Where's the rings?

Do you, Chuck,

take Blair to be your
lawfully wedded wife?

Three words. Eight letters.

Blair, do you take Chuck to be
your lawfully wedded husband?

One word. Three letters. Yes!

Then by the power invested in me
by the great state of New York,

I now pronounce you man and wife!

You may kiss the bride!

Chuck Bass!

Chuck Bass? You need to come with us.

You, too, Ms. Waldorf.

I'm with you.

Me, too.

And me.

Right on cue, Gossip Girl.

It's not Gossip Girl.

It's "The Spectator".

I'm shocked.

I thought it was Dorota.

What?

Seriously?

No...

way.

Oh, you have got to be kidding me.

That little bitch!

Hey, Upper East Siders.

Gossip Girl here,

and I have the biggest news ever.

"Serena! You're back
from boarding school."

"Yeah. Hi, Blair. So I gotta go... ".

Come on, Bell. Can you
just try a little harder?

I'm sorry. If I'm being
really honest, Rachel,

I don't think you can pull
off high school anymore.

Thanks a lot.

Sorry.

Oh, come on! You are always on that thing.

This audition's really important to me.

Plus, the book is a best-seller

and it has a built-in movie audience.

Dan Humphrey is a really good writer.

O.M.G.

You are not going to
believe who Gossip Girl is.

Wait. Gossip Girl is real?

The Upper East Side

was like something from
Fitzgerald or Thackeray...

teenagers acting like adults,

adults acting like teenagers,

guarding secrets, spreading gossip,

all with the trappings
of truly opulent wealth.

And membership in this
community was so elite,

you couldn't even buy your way in.

It was a birthright...

a birthright I didn't have

and my greatest achievements
would never earn me.

All I had to compare to this world

was what I'd read in books.

But that gave me the idea.

If I wasn't born into this world,

maybe I could write myself into it.

I'd overheard enough conversations

to be able to mimic the language

of the Constance girls,

but every writer needs his muse.

And it wasn't until that photo
of Serena in the white dress

that I knew I had something strong enough

to actually create a legend...

and launch a web site.

Within weeks, I was
getting dozens of e-mails

with stories about Upper East Siders,

so I posted them anonymously.

And then I got more.

Oh, my God.

Before lon it was a monster.

Everyone was sending tips.

I am so glad Gossip Girl
finally got her balls back.

And when Serena came back
from boarding school...

I wrote my first post about me...

Lonely Boy...

the outsider, the underdog.

I might've been a joke, but...

at least people were talking about me.

This is a hell of a
thing you pulled off, kid.

I'm in awe.

I hacked it and stole it from him.

That makes me way more awesome.

No, you stole it after I shut it down.

And when you started it back
up, I just stole it again.

I should've known it was you on
the surveillance tape Diana sent me.

You were the only one who
wasn't there with us that night.

And you're the only one who owns a hoodie.

The one I felt stupid
about was graduation,

when I asked Gossip Girl to
meet me, and then Dan showed up.

Son.

Dad.

I figured you'd be here
waiting for Chuck and Blair.

We need to talk.

I should drink.

Me, too.

Uh, vodka on the rocks.

Big glass, not too many rocks.

Three olives.

Dan, I cannot believe you are the one
responsible for all of this poison.

The damage you've done to
your friends, to your family,

to your own sister!

Jenny wanted to get on "Gossip Girl".

She's known it was me for years.

If there's ever anything she
really didn't want posted,

all she had to do was ask.

You told the whole world
about her losing her virginity!

No, no, no. No, she
sent that tip in herself.

She wanted to get out of New York,

but she didn't feel like

she had the strength to leave on her own.

So she knew if Blair found out the truth,

she wouldn't have a choice.

Her leaving town...

was the best thing that
ever happened to Jenny.

Yeah. I mean, look, dad,

I... I know... I know

I've screwed up, and plenty of times.

But I've always tried
to do the right thing,

like you taught me.

Tell me everything.

Dan was as hard on himself
as he was any of us.

And he wouldn't have had anything to post

if everyone hadn't been sending in tips.

I never sent in one tip.

Saint Nate.

Come on, what was the worst thing
Gossip Girl ever wrote about you?

If anyone should be mad...

it... it should be me... or me and Blair.

We're here!

You're free!

So everything's okay?

Well, Cyrus is finishing
up at the police station.

But we refused to talk.

And since there's no actual evidence

that Chuck was even on that roof...

And no witness...

Except his wife.

They had to no choice but to let us go.

Bart's death will be ruled as an accident.

Thank you.

No, this is actually for her.

Miss Blair, I... I so worried
about you and, uh, Mr. Chuck,

and brain exploding from Lonely Boy news.

I need vodka.

We all need lots of vodka, Dorota.

And champagne.

My mother and Lily are at
Citarella right now getting food.

We're gonna have a wedding reception.

And don't even think that
you will be invited, Humphrey.

We read while we were waiting.

You have a lot of explaining to do.

What do you wanna know, Blair?

What do you look so amused for?

Uh, it's just that I felt the same way

until I realized that I'm fine with it.

Fine?

He stopped posting after our accident.

He shut down the site.

I mean, we always knew
it was one of us, right?

I always thought it was Dorota!

You know, I actually thought
it was Eric for a little bit,

and then I thought it was you, Rufus.

My dad? Come on.

Hey! It could've been me. I
always thought it was Nate.

Did anyone think it could be me?

My money was on the
blonde broad in London.

Why do you all think that this is funny?

Gossip Girl ruined our lives!

Is your life really ruined, Blair?

If you think about it,

we're all on track to do
exactly what we wanted to do.

But he schemed and lied
and spread horrible stories.

Blair, I think you're just
mad because Dan was the one

who was pulling the strings all along.

This whole time, I had
more power than you.

But what he did with that
power was write a love letter...

not just to me but to all of us.

It made me realize I
don't want to run away,

that... that you guys are
my family, and I belong here.

And so does Dan.

Well, I guess that means
it's all over now,

that we can all grow up and move on.

Yeah.

Gossip Girl's dead.

Good to see you again.

Mr. Archibald, what do you say
to speculation that you'll be

announcing your bid for the
mayor's race any day now?

I say New York is the
greatest city in the world.

Who wouldn't wanna be mayor?

You'd be the youngest mayor
ever in the history of the city.

Only if I win. And I haven't
even said if I'm running.

The polls already have you out in front.

I promise I'll answer any
questions you have tomorrow,

but right now there's
somewhere I have to be.

Thank you, Mr. Henry.

You very good boy, help tidy up for party.

Look who's here!

Daddy!

Ah!

There is my grandson! Henry!

Come here, boy! Come
here! Come here! Come here!

Come on! Ah!

How are you?

The place looks great.

It was all Blair. Thank you.

No. No, I told you that
Tuesday is not soon enough.

I need the samples in
the showroom by Monday.

Okay, I have to go. I have guests.

Xiexie. Zaijian.

Do you have any idea how
many times I'd wondered

if we'd ever make it to this day?

And now... here we are.

No doubt thanks to your
wonderful parenting.

Mm! Oh, my...

I know. I know.

Last-minute inspiration.

How is she?

Oh, great. Not nervous at
all. I am. I need a drink.

Hey. Sorry I'm late. Hey, looking good.

You may be rid of Dan Humphrey,

but you'll never be rid of me.

There will always be
someone on the outside,

wanting to get in.

Who am I now?

That's one secret I'll never tell.

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