Gossip Girl (2007–2012): Season 6, Episode 4 - Portrait of a Lady Alexander - full transcript

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Dan's serial is continuing in Vanity Fair.

Dan, we had a deal!

Vanity Fair is the big time.
And the more readers I have

the more power I have. It's that simple.

Dan wrote the truth.

We are together.

And I want you,

by my side,



here, and at the gallery opening.

Are you Dan Humphrey?

I am.

I read your piece in "The Spectator" today.

Can I buy you a drink?

Absolutely.

Did this really happen? You and Serena?

Every dirty detail, exactly as it occurred.

She said she erased it, but
did you actually see her do it?

What is wrong with you?

You had someone who
loved you unconditionally,

and you threw that all away

to let Chuck Bass decide
when he's ready for you?

I just have a few questions about a weekend



you spent with Bart in
Dubai about four years ago.

Dave drove Bart to meet
someone named lady Alexander.

I don't know who she is or even
where to start looking for her.

We will find her.

And who am I?

That's a secret I'll never tell.

You know you love me.

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

Extra, extra,
read all about it...

the latest upper east
sider to take center stage

in the social spotlight.

But you know what they say?

If you can't take the heat,
then move to Hell's Kitchen.

"Nate Archibald has the
opposite of the Midas touch.

Instead of everything he
touches turning to gold,

he turns all the gold
he's been given to dust."

Your friend's poor, right?

I mean, he's probably just jealous.

Oh, first of all, Dan screwed me over

by selling the
serialization of his new book

right out from under me,

and then he releases the chapter about me.

You look really hot in the picture.

Who cares what it says?

He's saying that

I'm single-handedly
destroying "The Spectator."

Okay, enough. This Dan guy is full of it.

No, actually, if he was making stuff up,

you know, I'd be mad, but I'd get over it.

Thing is, he's right.

"The Spectator" is
in serious financial trouble,

and it's all my fault.

It's why I'm meeting
with the bank later today

to hopefully extend our credit line.

Can I help? Please.

I am dying for an excuse to skip brunch

with my dad and Serena Van Der Floozy.

No, that's nice, but
you should go to brunch,

and you should be nice
to Serena, all right?

She's the one who convinced your dad

to let us keep dating, all
right? Give her a chance.

Your article on Nate

is generating major online buzz.

Huffpo has a link on their main page,

and Dwight Garner just tweeted about it,

saying that he's halfway
through and doesn't hate it yet.

Even "Gossip Girl" gave us a nice plug.

Overall, the reaction's been positive...

for you, that is. Not for Nate.

Are they talking about
how the use of real names

makes this my "In cold blood"?

I mean, do they like the writing?

Are they making any comparisons
to historical literary figures?

Perez Hilton. But the important thing

is that they're talking about it.

Literary celebrity is fleeting.

We have to make the most of it.

Trust me. I have been.

I am not talking about trolling
for lit groupies at McNally's

and sleeping with your coffee dates.

Well, that's how I'm finding
a bed to sleep in every night.

Look, being a writer in 2012

isn't merely about the
words that you write.

It's about your image.

So from now on, you're only
going to be seen with girls

who have Ivy League pedigrees,
or, at the very least, Vassar.

She needs to have cover girl looks

and at least three mentions in "Page Six"

in the last six months.

How exactly am I gonna do that?

I've already set up the interviews.

This is the guy my daughter's dating?

Have you read this article on Nate?

Oh, I'm not a fan of the
author's previous work.

Well, let me summarize for you.

His last girlfriend was a madam.

Before that, he dated
con artists with an "S"

because, yes, there was more than one.

Your friend Dan wrote all this?

Dan Humphrey's a douche.

Well, you can forget about dating
the guy in this article ever again.

That's fine by me.

Nate is nothing like
the guy in that article.

Well, I don't know what Dan
wrote, but I can vouch for Nate.

He's kind and honest and a good friend.

And... and he cares about Sage a lot.

You should get to know
him before you judge him.

Or at least before you hit him again.

Dad, can he come to the horse show with us?

This afternoon?

No, that's always been our thing.

Oh, come on. You hate it, and you know it.

It'll give you someone to talk
about football with instead.

Nate loves football.

See? Look, we're already
finding things to bond over.

Oh, I guess he can join us.

It'll give me a chance to talk to him.

Possibly threaten his life.

I'll see if he can come.

Thanks, dad.

You, too, Serena.

Did you see that?

She almost smiled at me.

Hmm.

And don't worry about Nate.
You'll really like him.

He's the best.

Well, you would know.
When were you gonna tell me

you've had sex with my
daughter's boyfriend?

Okay.

This is definitely a... a fire hazard.

I think it's time to unpack
the boxes Lily sent over.

Sorry, I've been so busy
with this new gallery opening.

I'm actually headed over there now.

Don't take this the wrong way,

but maybe you're using
the gallery as an excuse

to avoid going through your old life.

Oh, that's ridiculous.

Is it?

These boxes are full of stuff
from your time with Lily,

and I can see how revisiting those memories

could be difficult.

Look, let me help. I will unpack the boxes,

and when you come back, they'll be gone.

That would be nice.

Keep the things that we
can use around the loft

and just throw everything else out.

Gosh.

"May 17, 2008.

Dear Rufus, last night was
the best night of my life"

It's kind of a
big deal not to mention.

I wasn't trying to hide my past with Nate.

I swear it was a long time ago.

We're just friends now, and besides,

when is something like
that supposed to come up?

I don't know.

Maybe the second he
started dating my daughter?

Sage knows, and she doesn't care.

I don't see what the big deal is.

I don't know everyone
that you've been with.

You're right.

We both have pasts,

but mine's not about to be
chronicled in a magazine.

There's bound to be a
Serena chapter soon, right?

Maybe it's time we have the conversation...

Discuss everyone we've been wit to avoid

any more embarrassing surprises
in print or at parties.

Everyone?

Well, within reason.

Second base and beyond.

Kissing doesn't count.

I think it's a great idea.

I just have to run an errand first.

When you get back then.

That Eleanor again?

Debriefing my mother on
Waldorf Designs can wait.

She knows I have no buyers,

and she's just calling to yell at me.

Besides, I have much more
pressing business to attend to,

like finding Lady Alexander,

whoever and wherever she may be.

Now I've gone through
the peerage registries

of all the royals in Western Europe,

and the closest I could find
was a Lady Alexandria of Lisbon,

but she died 50 years ago in
a Portuguese mental hospital.

I am starting to think my father

had his bodyguard feed us bad intel.

That is in Bart's playbook,

but I'm having one of
those psychic hunches I get,

like when I predicted tom
and Katie wouldn't last.

You didn't have to be
psychic to call that one.

I know this may be a little crazy.

My mother has a friend called Lady Vaughn,

only "Lady" isn't her title. It's her name.

She literally changed it
to sound more important

so she could sit on the
boards of all the big museums,

and it worked.

Maybe Lady Alexander did the same.

There she is.

Lady Alexander.

But it says she's not on the board.

It's a portrait in a private showing.

By the artist Brian Batt.

I know him! I mean, I... I know his work.

He has a studio downtown.

I always wanted to
commission a portrait of you.

Hmm.

What's wrong? The eggs overcooked again?

No. Well, actually, yes,

but that's not what's so upsetting.

Eric just texted me from Sarah Lawrence

telling me I was on "Gossip Girl".

This is about our wedding?

No, the night before,
when I slept with Rufus.

That's old news.

I have no idea why I'm
suddenly on the radar

of this childish blog.

I think it's fairly
obvious what kind of child

would be putting out such stories.

Charles?

No, he would never.

He shipped a woman in from Dubai

to drive a wedge in between us.

I'm sorry he keeps
dragging you into our fight.

Well, maybe that's why he
hasn't returned my calls.

I'll take care of it.

Okay.

I love how you combine
the classic portraiture

with pop culture,

but we really came to see your
portrait of Lady Alexander.

Friends of ours saw it in
your private show at the MET,

and they suggest we mimic the style.

I wanna do the exact same pose.

I think you've got the wrong guy.

I don't do that sort of thing.

Obviously, we wouldn't want to compromise

your artistic integrity by
recreating someone else's pose.

Unless it's okay with her.

And we tripled your fee.

I don't mind calling Lady Alexander myself.

See, I generally don't
take no for an answer.

So if you'd simply
provide a phone number...

Looks like Chuck's Midas
touch is still intact.

I really hope we're not talking
about the same Lady Alexander.

Here she is.

But a horse by any other
name is still a horse.

And Chuck and Blair
can't seem to buy a clue.

Assuming that Lady Alexander
isn't related to Mr. Ed,

it appears we've hit another dead end.

Well, not exactly.

Thoroughbred registries
have all the important info

on every sale, such as
prices and previous owners.

It's like M.L.S. for horses.

So find the horse, find the owner.

Here she is... Lady Alexander.

It says she was bought four years ago

by Bartholomew Bass.

What else does it say?

Well, not much except she
was just under $1 million.

Is that a lot of money?

For regular people, yes.

I meant for a horse.

I didn't realize your father
was such a horse enthusiast.

He's not.

Well, then...

Why did he buy a dozen
thoroughbreds in a single month?

Let me see that.

It says here he bought them
all from the same man in Dubai.

I don't recognize the name,

and I've been through
the Bass Industries books

with a fine-toothed comb.

Maybe your father's secret is
that he's just into horses...

really, really expensive horses.

I doubt he'd pay off Amira for that.

I need to find Sheikh Hassan.

There is a big 3-day horse show going on

just outside the city right now.

I saw it on one of the registries.

It... it attracts an
elite international crowd.

Maybe if the Sheikh isn't there himself,

he has people there for him?

Looks like we're back in the saddle.

You... you have a house
in the Hamptons, too?

And in Aspen and in St. Barth's, too.

Sorry. Tiffany. Time's up.
Don't call us. We'll call you.

Okay, you both know the drill.

Skip the small talk and
get down to business.

You have five minutes.

Serena.

Are you here to interview for the position?

I'm sorry. Do you work here now?

As if.

I'm pimping out celebutantes
for Dan to have sex with.

If you're interested,
you can, uh, get in line.

Uh, Dan told me to meet him
here. I'll just be two minutes.

That's fine,

but I'm going to have to
ask you to leave your bag.

We can't risk any
unauthorized recording devices.

His words are worth too much.

No, the bank has all my paperwork, okay?

And you've seen the
numbers, and they're good.

No, I... I get that there's a lot of money

going out the door each month, okay?

But just, with a little more time,

I know I can turn things around.

I understand. Thank you.

Who let you in here?

That article this morning
was unfairly biased.

It's my job to report on
other people's business.

I'd be a hypocrite to get upset about it.

Plus, "The Spectator" just got plugged

in a popular national magazine.

The glass is half full approach, huh?

Yeah.

I know your paper is in trouble.

I also know that you are a lot smarter

than that article makes you out to be.

So I am here to offer you some relief.

Let's talk.

So what's so important you
had to see me in person?

And allow Georgina to frisk you?

I... I need to know, did
you write a chapter about me?

Of course I did.

You really think my father
or Nate are more interesting

than the infamous Serena Van Der Woodsen?

Okay, but I need to know what's
in it and when it comes out.

Well, that would ruin all the fun.

Dan, I'm serious.

Did you write about that night

that we were together at
the Campbell apartment?

Relax. I didn't
publish any of that.

But not to protect you.

Um, because it was the
most humiliating thing

I've ever been a part of. But don't worry.

There's... there's gonna be
some good stuff in your chapter.

I think I might even
include a little tidbit

of this desperate conversation.

Wow, I... I can't believe

I ever loved someone who could write

such awful things about
his friends and family.

Right, 'cause you were
thinking about my feelings

when you made that sex tape.

You know what?

The worst part is you actually
seem to be enjoying it.

Serena, wait a second. Wait.

On your way out, just let Georgina know

that I gotta take a bathroom break.

Thanks for stopping by.

Uh, Dan says have the next
girl meet him in the bathroom.

Mmm. That's more like it.

Hey. I just finished my errand.
Yeah, I got everything I needed.

So... you back "The Spectator,"

and I put out fluff pieces on you and Lily

to offset her bad press on "Gossip Girl"?

I know you did well with
that article on Rufus,

and mature readers help broaden your demo.

You will have the extra cash you need.

And as for me,

a happy wife is a happy life.

Hmm.

Next thing I know,

you'll be asking me to write bad
press on Chuck, huh?

I'm not looking for
another partner. I'm sorry.

I'm gonna handle this one on my own.

I have no doubt you will succeed,

especially if you've inherited
your father's gift with numbers.

He was always so...

inventive.

Hey, it's Nate.

Listen, I have a business
proposition for you.

Well... at least I know
your phone is working.

What I don't know is why
you're avoiding my calls.

It's nothing personal.

As you know, I've been avoiding my father.

And, well, you're married to him.

Does that mean you're behind the
stories about me on "Gossip Girl"?

Is that what he told you?

I hope you know I would never
do something like that to you.

Well, I needed to hear it from you.

I also need for you to end
this feud with your father.

I love both of you,

and I can't stand to be in the
middle of it a second longer.

I appreciate your desire
to bring us back together,

but we were never close to begin with.

The man's idea of father/son bonding

was teaching me how to diversify bonds.

It's always been business between us.

Well, I got us tickets to the horse show,

but it starts in an hour,

so...

Oh. Hello, Lily.

Oh, well, you don't mean the
one at the Stone Orchard stables?

It is. I... I don't...

Chuck?

Oh, I haven't been in
years. It's a fabulous event.

And a wonderful opportunity,
Charles, for you and your father

to talk about something other than business

and start to make amends. I'm
gonna see if he's available.

Oh, please. No, don't tell
him. This should be a surprise.

Well, that was fast.

So... what's this big business opportunity

you mentioned on the phone?

Mind if I come in?

Looks like Chuck and
Blair aren't the only ones

with a surprise visitor.

So much for Golden Boy going it alone.

So what's with all the boxes?

Are you moving in, or is Rufus moving out?

It's Rufus' stuff from Lily's.

I know you released the
story about Rufus suing Dan,

so I figured out you might also be behind

all the stories about
Lily on "Gossip Girl."

Ooh.

Well, now I know where
you got all the ammo from.

Lily acts so high and mighty,

but look at her.

She's been married a dozen times,

she's had countless affairs, a secret kid,

she's even spent time under house arrest,

but never pays the price.

And why should Rufus suffer

while Lily's reputation remains unscathed?

I agree.

You do?

But Lily's friends
don't read "Gossip Girl."

So you should put the stories
out on "The Spectator."

I can see why you don't feel
like socializing with your father,

but why would you insist
on keeping your attendance

at an equestrian event a secret?

I could care less about the horses.

I'm looking at the property

as long as my father and I are both

in the real estate game in New York,

there will never be peace in our family.

Stone Orchard is for sale?

Uh-huh.

Oh, my God. What a shame.

It's been in the same
family for two centuries.

Well, I heard they lost a
fortune in Facebook stock.

I'm just exploring the possibility,

and I don't want Bart to know

until it's real.

This is fantastic, Charles.

Good for you!

I am so proud of you for
thinking outside of the box,

and outside of Manhattan.

I know the place quite well.

I actually put my horses there

when we first moved back out east. And...

I mean, I could show you around?

I promise, not a word
of this to your father.

Ooh. Well, then there was Ben,

who, contrary to some forged documents,

I didn't sleep with when I was 15.

Not until after he got out of prison,

and that was the last
guy I was with before you.

You said that was a year and a half ago.

Not even one random hook-up
between the jailbird and me?

No. I swore off men. I just
wanted to focus on myself.

Uh-huh. Mm-hmm.

Oh, I know that must be
hard for you to believe,

since you spent the
entire winter focusing on

the "Sports Illustrated" swimsuit models.

Wait, wait. Come on. You
saw that cat daddy video.

So that's it, then? We're... we're good?

I feel prepared for anything
that could be published.

Okay.

No.

Just... no.

Did, uh, Nate get back to
you about the, uh, horse show?

He's got some work to do.
He's gonna meet us there.

I'm really glad he's
going. Go easy on him, okay?

Serena, did you want to come, too?

I mean, if my dad wants you to.

Oh. Well, I... I don't want to intrude.

No. No, no, come.

You can keep Sage occupied while
I interrogate her boyfriend.

Bart, dear, I know you're
going to be devastated,

but I was thinking we
should cancel our dinner

with the Kranzlers this evening.

Gee, that's too bad.

I was looking forward to
dodging all their questions

about my disappearance.

Well, don't worry. We'll reschedule.

You needn't bother, Lily.

What else did you have in mind instead?

Well, I was suddenly in the
mood for a spa overhaul...

masSage, facial, nails, the works.

Are you still upset

about Chuck and those
stories on "Gossip Girl"?

Because I'm planning to stop by The Empire

and have a talk with him.

Oh, I don't think that's necessary.

I spoke to Charles, and he said
he didn't leak those stories,

and I believe him.

So I'll call you when I'm done, okay?

Sure.

Thank you for keeping this between us.

I hate lying,

but there's no reason
to concern your father

if it helps you with
your plan to make peace.

Trust me. If he found
out, he'd run everything.

Sometimes it's best not to call

in order to avoid being called out later.

Just smell the
air... so crisp and clean.

And fertilized.

You know, there is so much to show you.

This could take all afternoon.

Oh! Uh, uh, did you see that
woman over there waving at you?

Which one?

The one that looks like Princess Anne.

She's saying your name and waving.

Are you sure?

Ah. Well, maybe I should go say
hello. I don't want to be rude.

Mm.

Excuse me.

Okay, now it's your chance! Go! Run!

Blair, this isn't a hostage situation.

I don't even know who to... excuse me.

Can you tell me if

any of Sheikh Hassan's
horses are competing today?

Mm... just one... Crown
Jewel. She's on the course.

Thank you.

Okay, look.

I'll go and see what I can
find out about Sheikh Hassan.

If you can keep Lily occupied for a few...

I got a closer look,
and it is Princess Anne

with her daughter Zara,

but are you sure she was waving at me?

Because we've never actually met before.

Maybe she was just swatting away mosquitoes

or airing out her pits.

Hmm.

Well, either way, where
should we begin our tour?

Mm-hmm.

Hey, guys, sorry I'm late. I...

No, it's okay. We just got here ourselves.

Nate, this is my dad. You
remember his fist, right?

Ah.

Yeah, sorry about that.

I've never actually punched anyone before.

You definitely did a
good job. It hurt, so...

Hey, do you wanna go check out the horse?

Yeah. You guys stay and
bond over how great I am

and how you want me to be happy, okay?

Great. Bye!

You know, just so you know,

I had to... ice my hand all night.

Probably hurt me more than it you.

And I should probably tell you

I am a huge fan of the
business you've built.

I've been following your
career for forever now. So...

You're not dating my daughter
just to get to me, are you?

No, sir. It's just a purely added bonus.

Whoa! Whoa!

You may be dating my daughter,
but I'm dating your ex.

That cancels out the need for any "sirs."

Lily, hi!

Hi!

It's so nice to see you back at the barn.

Thank you, Jessica.
Great to see you as well.

Enjoy the rest of your day.

Ah! Thank you.

If you ladies wanna get a drink,

I think I'll check out the stables.

Now leaving the course... Crown Jewel,

owned by Sheikh Hassan,

ridden by the Sheikh's daughter Iman.

Oh, I think the stables are this way.

Actually, Lily...
can we take a little detour?

You know, I've been
considering an equestrian ***

for my next line, and I
want you to introduce me

to those women in the fabulous fascinators.

Next on the course...

That is a beautiful horse.

I'd love to talk to you about buying it.

So who's it gonna be?

Personally, I think Melissa
has the better face for photos,

but Natasha is a Coppola,

and that does come with a certain cachet.

Well, I have to choose now?

Obviously.

But can't it wait? I mean,
I'm... I'm... I'm exhausted.

Oh, suck it up, Humphrey.
They have pills for that.

These girls are perfect.

They all come from great neighborhoods,

have very high I.Qs, and
dress in designer labels.

They meet all of our requirements.

This just isn't me.

These girls might be perfect on paper,

but they're not who I'm looking for.

Who you're...

since when are you looking for anybody?

Don't go soft on me now, Humphrey.

Finding true love was
never part of our deal.

I'm sorry you're not selling.

She's absolutely stunning.

Thank you.

My family takes great
pride in our thoroughbreds.

I know. I've been a big
fan of your family's horses

since I was a child.

There was one in particular
I remember seeing compete.

I think she was yours. Lady Alexander?

Lady Alexander
was my childhood horse.

She was much loved but never
competed a day in her life.

My father must've loved
her as much as then,

because he paid a great deal for her.

Again, you're mistaken.

She was sold to a family
friend several years ago

and put to pasture.

She was worthless to anyone but me.

Which made her priceless.

Uncle Bart! So good to see you.

I see my son is attempting
to work his charms on you.

Why didn't you tell me
Bart Bass is your father?

He's like family.

Our fathers were such good
friends before his accident.

Speaking of which,

I was sorry to hear of his recent passing.

Is that...

I think that's Serena.

You know her?

Uh, yeah. That's my mom.

Come on. I'll introduce you.

Grandma.

Oh, no, no. Don't call her that.

Yeah, as much as I'd love to stay

and chat with your charming daughter,

I have to take this call from my mother.

Oh, tell Eleanor I said hello.

Mm.

Serena, darling, I had no
idea you were coming to this.

Oh, yeah. It was just
a last-minute decision.

But I want you to meet
Steven's daughter Sage.

Hi. It's nice to meet you.

Oh, likewise.

Um, you're so much...

more mature than I'd imagined.

I should probably go
check on my dad and Nate.

Okay, I'll be right there.

How old is she?

Oh, you know what?

This is probably my fault
that you have a father complex.

Wait, so you really
played basketball at Duke?

You're really that gullible?

No. No, unlike the other
chemical engi-nerds,

I did watch a few games.

Hey, some people call it gullible.

I like to call it trusting.

It seems like you guys are getting along.

No black eyes at least.

No, you were... you were
right about this guy.

He's trusting, which may have led

to some poor business decisions but...

it makes for good character.

He reminds me a little
of myself at his age.

Hey, that means a lot, man. Thanks.

Okay, I wanted you guys to get along.

There's no need for a full-on bromance.

Where's Serena?

She ran into her mom.

Wait. Lily's here?

Do you know if he still wants to have kids?

I mean, maybe he's done.

Mother!

Can we have this
conversation somewhere else?

People are starting to stare.

Oh. It's probably another one

of those "Gossip Girl" stories about me.

Oh, I hope it ends soon.

Oh, no, it's... it's not
a "Gossip Girl" blast.

It's a "Spectator"
blast... about both of us.

"Like mother, like daughter.

They not only share the
same taste in clothing

but also in men.

Looks like Steven Spence
put age before beauty

by sleeping with Lily before Serena"?

Excuse me.

Hey, Serena, wait.

Did you just omit someone
from our conversation?

Like, I don't know, my mother?

What... what are you talking about?

Your love life is the one being
published on "The Spectator."

I had no idea that the
story was about him, okay?

I... I gave it to my editor
so I could be here with Sage...

and get to know Steven.

Well, thanks to you, we
all know him better now.

Way to go, Nate. Dad, seriously? Gross.

Yeah, I... I have no idea why there's a story

about me sleeping with your mother.

It's not true!

Actually, it is.

There are two sides to every story,

with the truth and Serena
stuck smack in the middle.

I think you're confusing
me with someone else.

Unfortunately, I'm not.

Okay, well, one of you is wrong,
and I really hope it's you, mom.

I know we've met a few times socially,

you know, through the
Central Park Conservancy.

And the Bancroft wedding?
The one in the Irish castle.

We snuck down to the dungeon,

opened the oldest bottle
of whiskey we could find.

My last name was Mueller then. Klaus' ex?

Lily Mueller.

Oh, my God.

Oh! So it is true?

Look, it...

it was... it... it was
right after my divorce.

You know, I had gone skiing in Verbier,

and hurt my knee.

There were... there were
painkillers and... and whiskey

and... oh, wow.

Is that why you were so cold
to me at Conservancy events?

I didn't know about the painkillers.

Yeah.

But you did know that we were dating.

Why didn't you say anything?

What was I supposed to say?

I... I... you... you told me
that you two were madly in love

and that he could be the one.

Besides...

I figured Steven should
be the one to tell you.

Well, I guess this was
one of those surprises

we were hoping to avoid.

This is your final notice.

In five minutes.

What the hell do you
think you're doing here,

talking to Iman?

Enjoying the horses. Same as you, right?

Because Lily would hate to
learn that you had me followed.

You need to stop sticking your
nose in where it doesn't belong

and leave Lily out of this.

Do we understand each other?

I didn't realize you'd
become such an animal lover.

I have a dog, too.

I find the company of animals
preferable to some people.

Another weakness you
didn't inherit from me.

I pulled the story off the site, okay?

I got ahold of some old list Lily made.

You know, the names of everyone
that she had ever slept with.

I... I swear I didn't know
your dad's name was on it.

Everything was going so well.

My dad was really starting to like you.

I screwed up. I'm sorry.

I should've vetted the article
before it ever came out.

What do you have against
Serena's mom anyway?

Nothing. I don't have anything against her.

I just...

it was a... it was a...
it was a desperate move

to save my company.

It was a mistake.

Well, you decided to do it
on your own for a reason.

I did, and I think I
know of a way that I can

without hurting anyone that I care about.

Hey. I'm sorry.

Okay? I'm really sorry.

And I just...

I don't want to lose "The Spectator."

Or you.

I just saw Lily leaving with Bart.

Did you not tell him you
tracked down the Sheikh?

Doesn't matter. Sheikh's dead,
and the daughter won't talk.

She won't? Why not?

She calls him "Uncle Bart."

We're done here. Shall we?

Uh, I'll meet you at the car.

I need the ladies' room
after all those mint juleps.

Right.

Next on the course...

Owned by the Kelly stables.

Iman? Hi.

I'm Blair. I'm a close friend of Chuck's.

I know he left before
he could speak to you,

but this is important to him,
and so it's important to me.

Is this about the horse?

Because I know Chuck
never really wanted it.

He was just flirting with me.

I don't think he was flirting with you.

Look, I know how much
these horses mean to you

and meant to your father.

Unfortunately, they don't
mean that much to Bart.

He isn't exactly a big donator at P.E.T.A,

if you know what I mean.

I'm not sure I do.

Well, Bart Bass. Killed a tiger on safari?

He eats veal on a regular basis?

I don't know about any of that,

but he was a good friend to my father.

He bought Lady Alexander and the others

so they could live out their
days on a farm in Virginia.

Okay.

Listen, Princess Jasmine,

the fact is, your Uncle Bart is bad.

I'm sure every single horse
he bought from your family

went straight to the glue factory,

including your beloved Lady Alexander.

But, if you like, go ahead. Check it out.

See if you find the Bart Bass
retirement home for aged equines.

Trust me, Chuck is the good guy here,

and he needs your help.

On the Upper East Side, it's
hard to know who to trust.

Usually, the answer is no one.

I'm sorry, but it's gonna
take me more than a car ride

to forget the fact that
you slept with my mother.

Serena, I can't change what happened.

I can forget it, obviously,
but I... I can't change it.

Maybe you can forget, too?

I don't know if I'll ever
be able to forget this.

Well, I...

I guess I can try to move past it.

I mean, crazier things
have happened in my family.

Wait, wait, wait. Please, just not so fast.

There are certain images
that keep popping up.

Then we must try to erase them.

I'm warning you. This could take a while.

Mm-hmm.

I never thought I'd see you again.

Care for a drink?

I can't stay long,

but I wanted to tell you

that I looked into what
your friend Blair told me.

Lady Alexander never went
to any farm in Virginia.

Blair told you she did?

No. Bart told me.

But the horses he purchased from my family

are nowhere to be found.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Bart obviously didn't
care much about your horses

and probably paid your
father a lot of money

for something else.

Do you know what it was?

Maybe a... a real estate
deal? Perhaps a hotel?

A hotel?

No, my father was in the oil business.

But Bart couldn't have
been involved in that.

Why not the oil business?

Because we have a home in Dubai,
but we're Sudanese nationals.

I'm sorry. International affairs
are not my area of expertise.

Well, at least not this kind.

Well, the U.S. has an embargo
against trading oil with Sudan,

so if that's what he
bought from my father...

Bart was breaking federal law.

Thanks for taking another
look at my loan application.

I... can't believe
I left out all the revenue

from the new markets.

Just a rookie mistake, I guess.

Well, the numbers do look better,

and, uh, I'm glad you caught the error,

because, uh, with ad sales
projections like this...

we're happy to extend "The
Spectator's" line of credit.

Thank you so much. You're a lifesaver.

Now let me just go make you
a copy of this real quick.

I'll be right back.

How did it go?

Yeah, Nate asked me to take
another look at the numbers

like you said he would.

Are you sure you wanna
co-sign on this loan?

It's obvious he's doctored
his earnings report.

The apple doesn't fall far from the tree.

Send me the documents
to sign in the morning.

Again, I'm sorry

I didn't tell you I was with Charles,

and you felt the need to follow us.

Apparently...

with good reason.

He's just trying to make
things right with you.

I know how much you wanna believe that,

but Charles has done nothing
since we've gotten back together

but lie and manipulate you.

Oh, really? You really think
I'm that much of a pushover.

He will prey upon your maternal
instincts to get between us.

Well, I won't let that happen.

Neither will I.

You know how much I don't like ultimatums,

but I'm afraid Chuck has left me no choice.

If you wanna be with me,

you need to stay away from my son.

You can't ask me to do that.

He's my son, too.

We're not done discussing this.

So Bart was using the horses

to hide the money he was
buying illegal oil with?

He had to hide it somehow.

Sudan is an embargoed country,

which means he didn't fake his death

because he was worried Mason Nevins

would come after Lily or me.

He did it so he could avoid federal prison.

Well, this is what we need.

Right? Quick. Call the
CIA or the FBI or TMZ.

Let's turn him in!

I wish it were that simple.
We need evidence first.

I was already planning our
victory celebration in my head.

We were in a bubble bath
with a bottle of Grande Cuvée

and no business in the
way of us being together.

Hold onto that visual.

Mmm. If I must.

Call me if you need anything.

Blair, it's Jean Pierre.

Your mother is not pleased.

She knows you're avoiding her calls

and that you don't have
orders from any buyers.

She says you have one month to fix this.

Lily, I cannot apologize to you enough.

I mean, nothing like this
will ever happen again

in "The Spectator," I promise you.

Thank you for understanding, yeah. Bye.

I hope you're here because
you forgive me, too.

I hope that answers your question.

If Serena can forgive my
dad for sleeping with Lily,

and Lily can forgive you for
publishing a story about it,

I guess I can forgive you
for acting like a jerk.

You know, I... I haven't
gone through those.

Are you sure you just
wanna throw it all away?

Some of it must have sentimental value.

Yeah, I'm sure,

and I'm sorry I put the
responsibility on you

to begin with,

but I was at the gallery,

and I realized I don't want this stuff.

I... I don't wanna look back.

I just wanna look forward...

With you.

We all have things from
our past we'd like to erase.

Philip, get some popcorn.

I ran into Serena earlier today
and picked up a movie for us.

But on the Upper East Side,

it's not so easy to hit "delete."

♪ Step forward

There's always a record
of misdeed somewhere...

And someone's always looking for it.

Humphrey, what are you doing here?

I'm pretty sure you have
a spare room up in here.

I was wondering if I could crash.

You made it pretty clear
you were done with me.

What's changed?

I realized I made a mistake.

I've missed you.

I've missed... my friend.

Last year, when you had no
one, I was there for you.

I kinda need you to do
the same for me right now.

Serena's bed is empty.

Make yourself at home.

♪ Will heal

Better not to ignore the past
but learn from it instead.

♪ Nor the sword

Otherwise, history has a
way of repeating itself.

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