Gossip Girl

Three words, eight letters.

Say it, and I'm yours. I...

That's all I needed to hear.

What do you say we just forget thinking

and follow our hearts?

You're a part of this legacy, too, Nathaniel.

I don't want to owe him or my family anything. Serena, where's Charles?

Mom, what's wrong? Bart's been in an accident.

My father's dead because of your father.

I will stand by you through anything.

Why would you do that?

Because I love you. Well, that's too bad.

There's something you need to know.

Just tell me one thing. Was it a boy or a girl?

I had enough trouble

with the idea of mom and Rufus dating.

But now I share a sibling with my boyfriend? It's over, isn't it?

Andrew got caught in aiptide. Yeah, if we had known,

we wouldn't have even bothered you. Is it over?

We've already lost one son. We weren't losing another.

You got here to N.Y.U.? I'm starting in the fall.

Uh, I just transferred from B.U.

And tell me if what you feel for me is real. It's just a game.

Chuck, why did you just do that? Because I love her.

You're famous because you are arrested. The end of high school means

the end of me on "Gossip Girl." Congratulations.

You have a clean slate... until college. Her dad is marrying Lily Bass,

so I think that makes her richer than all of you.

Carter. I have something you might want to know before you go.

It's about Santorini, what you were looking for there.

You found my father?

You were right. I love you, too.

And who am I?

That's a secret I'll never tell.

You know you love me.

1, 2, 3, here we go?

Welcome back, Upper East Siders.

After a long, hot summer away,

I see it didn't take much time for you to dirty up

The clean slates I gave you.

My inbox is overflowing,

so let's get to the good stuff, shall we?

Spotted... Chuck Bass up to his old tricks.

Poor B.

I guess nothing good lasts forever.

I'm Chuck... Bass.

I know.

I wasn't expecting to see someone like you

somewhere like this so early in the day.

I'm in need of refuge. It's too hot.

Oh, it's never too hot.

Care to test that theory?

What if I have a girlfriend?

Chuck Bass doesn't do girlfriends.

Where's your limo?

I gave my driver the day off.

Then I guess we'll have to find someplace else.

As for a certain leggy blonde by a Hamptons' pool...

Looks like Serena left big shoes to fill...

and someone finds them the perfect fit.

Well, I found it. And just in time. The car's here.

Now it's time to go...

Get you dressed?

Mm. No, I'm not leaving.

I don't think we have a choice. As soon as we get in that car,

it means no more beaches and no more bonfires

and no more stalking the barefoot contessa

through 1770 house.

Our summer in the Hamptons is officially over.

So, uh... a sit-in?

More like a lie-in, at least until the sun goes down.

You're... you're sure your dad doesn't know?

Oh, totally. I mean, we hid all the evidence.

Look, Dan doesn't even know.

He's too busy pre-readin all his books for college.

And I snuck onto his laptop and, uh, might've disabled

his "Serena Van Der Woodsen" Google alert.

Yeah, you know what happens when we get back to the city?

Then it's Serena's problem.

As now, we made her a promise.

And it is very important to keep those...

even if they were asked via drunken text

from a Turkish pay-as-you-go phone.

Our bags are packed. The house is closed up.

But the real question remains.

Now that you've spent your whole summer

drinking your coffee out of Cece's China,

will it taste as good coming out of

your "welcome back, kotter" mug at home?

Sure, it was great out here, but I like the real world, too.

Since we and Lily... it's a better-smelling, higher thread count version

of the real world, but still... Yeah.

He you guys aren't ready? Serena's gonna be home by 6:00.

I... I mean, how can she even greet us when she gets here?

Isn't she taking a vow of silence

for a month at the ashram? I don't know. "She, pray, love" thing

of hers is great and all, I... I just highly doubt

she can keep her mouth shut a whole month. Even so, it's time to leave.

And I think her month is up.

Uh, yeah. I need to meet up with Vanessa, too,

'cause she apparently has something to tell me

about how she spent her summer.

Wasn't she in Europe with Nate?

Ladies and gentlemen, here they are!

Well, it's a good thing the flight attendants

dim the cabin lights over the Atlantic.

Mm, even better thing

that my car got a flat on the way to Heathrow,

and I missed the plane that I was supposed to be on.

Otherwise I would've been sitting in seat 3B

of an entirely different plane,

making out with an entirely different passenger

in seat 3a.

All right, so now that we're back on our own turf,

do I at least get your number? Maybe your last name?

A little mystery you never heard anyone.

Really? Oh, come on.

Please. You gotta give me something to go on here.

Okay. Uh, well, we are going to the same school.

Yeah, and Columbia's kind of a big one.

I mean, especially when you factor in graduate school.

You caught that?

See, you're a better detective than you think.

Well, my car is waiting.

Oh, are you done with that? I'll take it.

Yeah, sure.

Ew. On second thought...

You have a problem with the Buckleys?

Yeah, well, that right-wing nut Jeb

called William Van Der Bilt a deviant

for lobbying against D.O.M.A.

Maybe that's because William Van Der Bilt

called Jeb Buckley a cokehead and a cheater.

What, are you saying it isn't cheating

if you get your congressional aide pregnant?

Oh, my God. You're Nate Archibald.

And you're Bree Buckley.

You pulled my hair during Clinton's inaugural ball.

Your redneck cousins tried to waterboard me

at the Eastern egg hunt on the White House lawn.

It's good to see you again.

Yeah, take care of yourself.

Why not?

It's better to wait.

How long?

Oh, let's see...

Now.

What the hell is going on?!

Blair... I can explain.

Um, I'm sorry. I didn't know he had a girlfriend.

Yes, you did. She did.

I...

Shame on you, Ashley Hinshaw. How could you do that?

Pick up someone in a relationship?!

Have you no pride? No self-respect?

Okay, but I didn't know that

you may have an Abercrombie campaign

and the security code to Clooney's castle in Lake Como,

but that doesn't give you the right to try

to steal someone else's man!

Now take your American girl hair

and your pooreless skin and get out!

Okay, you're crazy.

Hey. Hi.

Oh, thank you.

It's been three hours. I missed you.

Mm. Well, let me make it up to you.

Let's get out of here. Or we get stay.

So, uh, Jenny will take Eric's room.

With Chuck at the palace, Eric will take his room.

Oh, sweet thank you. I really didn't want to sleep

under Chuck's dirty girl scout painting.

Oh, and, uh, Dan

Yeah I'll thank you when we get back from Brooklyn

and when Lily gets back, we'll join you. Oh, Mr. Rufus,

there are some packages I couldn't put upstairs.

Oh, what are you doing?

Recycling? What?

Whoa, whoa. Oh my God!

Uh, it's not what you think. So much for "eat, pray, love."

Well, you know, I guess she got the "love" part right.

You can't say anything. Promise. Dan?

Hey Vanessa. Uh, yeah, I was just about to head down there.

Serena... is home.

Hello? Yeah, I'm gonna have to reschedule.

Oh, God.

Serena!

Dan can't make it.

I think something's going down with his family.

Did he say what it was?

As for Serena Van Der Woodsen?

You left America a star.

Excuse me, please. What the hell is going on?

I don't know. Please help.

But after your exploits in Europe... Right here, Serena!

You've come back a supernova.

Back up.

And yet, nothing explodes without a fuse.

I wonder what...

or who make yours.