Gossip Girl

Two years ago, at the masked ball,

I try to tell you that I love you.

You loved me?

I have feelings for you. I don't wanna ruin our friendship.

I think we should just throw down and see what happens.

I mean, we just fell asleep.

After an entire bottle of wine... and one kiss.

A kiss is not nothing.

People kiss because they have feelings for each other.

Blair, you and I are magnetic.

Our pull is as undeniable as ever.

I'll be waiting at the top of the empire state building.

01, I'm closing my heart to you forever.

Hi, I'm meeting a young man here,

probably in a bowtie, possibly carrying peonies.

I did the most romantic thing I could think of,

and it didn't work.

I'm sorry.

Chuck? What are you doing?

Is there someone in there?

No, nobody.

Dorota went into labor.

Sorry I was so late.

I can't deny that our path has been complicated,

but in the end, love makes everything simple.

I wanted it to be special.

What happened?

You need to ask her.

I am so sorry for the pain I've caused you.

Blair, will you be-uhh!

Humphrey!

You-tell her.

You didn't.

Blair. You did.

You, go and never come back.

I think I need to be alone for a while.

If you're out, you're out.

Nate, I love you.

I'm someone who's not gonna stop looking for love,

which is why I'm going to Paris, and why you're coming with me.

I really think I need this.

Me, too.

It's gonna be okay, b.

Georgina, what are you-what are you doing back in town?

Congratulations, daddy.

He looks just like you.

I'm not gonna spend the entire summer

waiting for her to figure things out.

When he took off for Prague, Chuck left me

his little black book.

There's no need to get rough.

Hey! Not that.

Just let me keep the box!

nothing beats a summer abroad,

but when traveling far from home, it's always nice

to bring along an old friend from the neighborhood.

Cobblestones and Cafe De Flore.

Serena's locked down the left bank

and become a muse to us all.

Meanwhile, Blair rules the right bank,

storming the shops and consuming the classics

and sampling sugary snacks like a modern Marie antoinette.

But we hear Serena's stories sizzle

while Blair's are more fizzle.

She shopped at Saint Laurent

and dined at Drouant

but the only beau b. Had this summer

is on her headband.

Your cute waiter gave me his number.

Blair, what are you doing?

We said we wouldn't check "gossip girl" all summer.

Summer's almost over.

So what does it say about Chuck?

I couldn't be less interested.

No new posts. He's been m. I.A. Since he left town in spring.

And what does it say about us?

"Ooh la la! Paris is burning,

and Serena and Blair lit the match. "

Of course, your flame is hotter than mine.

Everyone knows that the only guy

who's been in my pants all summer

is the tailor at Pierre Balmain.

And whose fault is that?

Hey, just as many guys have flirted with you.

I just happen to have a thing for French waiters.

And bartenders and museum docents,

anyone on a Vespa or bicycle,

or wearing Zadig & Voltaire.

B., what's wrong? I thought you were having fun.

I am. The best. But...

All summer, I've been sitting in front of my favorite manet

and reading Colette in the park,

hoping that I'll lock eyes with somebody who's doing

the same thing as me and feeling the same things I am.

That's really romantic.

But, alas, not effective.

For all my efforts, I'm heading back home

with a Chuck-sized cloud over my head.

And I don't... even need to find a great love.

I just wanna go on one nice date.

Well, then this calls for some more sancerre.

Come on. I know a great wine bar down the street,

and it happens to have a very cute bartender.

Jenny looked so good.

You could even tell what color her eyes are.

Well, sending her to Hudson was a good decision.

You know what what wasn't?

Visiting my mother. We had to.

Yeah. Couldn't we have just said the arno flooded

and stayed with Eric and Elliot in Italy a little longer?

Message one.

Lillian, it's Eleanor.

Just a reminder that you offered your lovely abode

for the fashion's night out planning luncheon tomorrow.

Cyrus, you're going to cut off Ana's circulation.

Seriously, dear.

Aren't you glad that's not us?

Imagine starting all over again

with diapers and bottles and spit up.

Next message.

Lily, it's Bruce Caplan.

Call me when you get in. It's important.

Hmm. The Bass business manager. I wonder what he wants.

If it's about Chuck, I'd rather not know.

End of messages.

No message from Dan?

Last time we went this long without talking

was when he had his tonsils out. And I am sick of texting.

Since he hasn't called us, it's time to call in the big guns.

Please, wake me up with a few-few stories

from Chuck's little black book.

I, uh, I think the last time we spoke,

you-you'd made it through all the t's.

Yeah, well, let's just say "v" is for "vivid"

and leave it at that.

I mean, it's pretty awesome.

I'm having tons of sex,

I never have to eat dinner alone,

and best of all, I don't have to talk about anything.

So the key to a good relationship

is no relationship at all? Mm.

It does get pretty exhausting, though.

Hey, don't-don't get me started on exhausted.

Hey, what you're really tired of is

keeping everything a big secret.

No, no, no. My-my-my dad and lily are home today so I'm...

I'm-I'll tell them, I promise.

Tell them what?

What decision? It's not mine to make.

Nate broke up with me,

and Dan was trying to patch things up with Vanessa.

Well, I'm not asking you to make predictions about them.

It's about you, what's in your heart.

At night when you're falling asleep,

what are you wishing for?

When you asked me on this trip, you promised me retail therapy.

I fall asleep

thinking about guys named Louboutin and Laurent.

Home doesn't exist until we're there.

Speaking of home...

Mademoiselle, pour vous. Oh. Merci, Delfine.

Judging from its weight and size,

I'd say it's your course catalogue from brown.

I'll let you know when I open it.

You know, as much as I'm gonna miss you when you're in Providence,

having separate lives ensures no competition,

which means no high school pettiness.

Promise we won't go back to our old ways.

Like you said, that was high school.

So you have no idea where he is?

Well, Charles didn't exactly leave town on good terms,

and even when he does, he finds it best

not to tell us where he's going, for our own sakes.

Yeah, well, I need your help in finding him this time, and fast.

He hasn't paid the mortgage on the empire since may.

That's when he left. Yeah.

Well, the bank says one more missed payment,

he'll be in default.

So these are the last records of his movements.

It's plane tickets, credit card charges, a. T.M. Withdrawals.

Why don't you look 'em over and maybe make a few calls?

Of course. Thank you, Bruce.

Thank you. We'll find him.

Okay.

Hey, mom.

Hi, sweetheart. I wanna hear all about your day...

the food, the shopping, and the boys on Vespas.

Well, that pretty much sums it up.

But first, um,

I wanted to know if you or Blair have heard from Charles.

No, and I don't expect to.

It's actually decent of him, leaving her alone.

Yeah, poor Blair. Is she still hurting?

Yeah, but she's putting up a good front.

And I wouldn't worry about Chuck.

Any normal summer,

he's drunk on some island where polygamy's legal.

Given everything that happened, it makes sense he's gone rogue.

Why you so interested?

Oh, no, uh, if you don't know anything, I can find out myself.