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It feels so right to be together
- But you're having second thoughts.
- I just think that we should... think
before we get back together.
My name is actually Marcus Beaton.
I'm British and a lord.
Please don't leave with him.
Three words. Say it, and I'm yours.
- I...
- That's all I needed to hear.
Eleanor's been in paris,
like, the entire time.
- What if it was a waste?
- They want to take our money?
Not yet, but they have
frozen our accounts.
Everything okay?
No, actually, it's not, but
I'm so glad I called you.
I really missed you this summer.
Blair's dating Catherine's stepson,
and, Catherine, Nate's Blair's ex.
You can take care of this...
with my help.
- And what would I have to do for you?
- Oh, my effing god!
I'm so sorry, but I'm not gonna
be able to make it back tonight.
It's okay. I was tired anyway,
so we'll hang out another time.
What do you say
we just forget thinking
and... follow our hearts?
In spite of my lowly, unroyal ways,
accept that I have
true feelings for Marcus
and that he has them for me, too.
In these last hazy days of summer,
a few simple tips to beat the heat.
One--drink plenty of fluids.
Two--stay out of the sun.
Oh, excuse me. Sorry.
Excuse me. Ow.
Three... limit all physical activity.
That is, within reason.
I thought you wanted my help
with this party you're hosting.
A back-to-school party for
seniors and their parents?
It can wait.
But someone could walk in.
Dorota or--
So? Didn't you see "atonement"?
That scene in the library
when they're discovered?
Mm. No. No, Blair.
That's not you.
It's not?
You're a delicate little flower,
nothing like that tart, keira knightley.
It's just, we've been dating
a while, and I thought--
I feel the same way, but
you're very special to me.
I want the moment to equal it.
Now...
The tea's getting cold.
And if the heat's still too much,
there's always a cold shower.
Ugh! Jenny? Are you okay?
Yeah. Sorry. My phone slipped.
I think my cheek got sweaty.
What was I saying? Oh, right, right.
You like him. He likes you.
So just call him.
He stood me up, remember?
He just made you
wait a really long time
and then called to cancel.
That's completely different.
And besides, he only did that
to spare you his family drama,
Which is just more
proof that he likes you.
And calling him won't look desperate.
It might. It will. It will,
- but in a cute, romantic way.
- What is wrong with me
I am so not the whiny,
"should I call him?" girl.
Exactly. You are Vanessa.
The "do whatever she wants" girl,
and you want to call him, so just do it.
Look, I gotta go. Laurel
is gonna kill me, okay?
Bye.
Hey, can--can you guys
pick that up, please?
Please?!
Ralph Lauren adores you.
Catherine, did you
hear what I just said?
I did. What happened to
the money I gave you?
It's gone, but I can repay you back
as soon as our accounts are unfrozen.
Which won't be until your
father gets back from
- where was it again? Dominica?
- I told you that in confidence.
You told me that in bed.
Relax, gorgeous. We can discuss
this tomorrow over lunch.
I got us a room at the mercer.
We can order in.
I'm so glad this didn't end.
Me, too.
Try these on. I'm gonna
go find you some ties.
Hey, Vanessa.
Nate, hi. I hope it's
okay that I'm calling.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Of course. Uh, how are you? Good.
Um, so listen.
I was wondering if--
Hey, do you want to do something later.
Yeah. Sure. That sounds great.
Cool. Okay. Hey, listen.
I'll call you later, okay?
- Okay.
- Bye.
Who was that?
It's my mom. It's about
the party tomorrow night.
I'm gonna try these on.
- A coming-out party?
- Well, sooner or later,
people are gonna figure out we're dating.
We're not exactly the world's
most covert secret couple.
Yeah, my family's getting a little curious
about my new friend "clyde"
that keeps calling and calling.
See? Come on. We tell everybody
once, and then it's done.
And now--thank you, universe--
we have the perfect opportunity.
Yeah, a party hosted by Blair Waldorf,
the biggest Dan Humphrey
supporter in all of Manhattan.
- What are you afraid of?
- Right now? Heatstroke.
- Dan.
- No. Hey. No, no, no. I-I know. I know.
Look, right now things are just--
they're so good between us.
- You know, and if we just start telling people...
- What?
What could anybody possibly
say that would change this?
You're right.
I'm in.
Everything's gonna be fine.
Let's hope so, S.,
because it looks like
your coming-out
party just moved up.
Rachel, I'll give you a call
when I'm feeling better.
Spotted--S. And lonely boy
locking lips like all is forgiven.
Will round two be any different?
Ugh! I knew it.
Dan! Aah!
Yay! Oh, sweaty hug.
You're sweaty. Thanks.
Oh! You guys are together.
You're back together, right?
- It wasn't a doctored photo?
- No, no, no. We are.
We just hadn't told anyone yet
Oh, this is awesome!
You guys totally belong together.
- This is Laurel. Hold on. Hello?
- I ran into Jenny out on the street.
- So the word's out, huh?
- Apparently.
I'm happy for you. And you two
have worked out all your issues?
Um... Yeah.
Yep. Got 'em all squared away.
That's great.
How is it that you're not hot?
Well, it is the upper east side.
I mean, getting hot is
kinda frowned upon.
So when am I gonna
get to see you again?
Depends. Can I count on you
not to cancel at the last second?
That will never, ever happen again.
- It's okay.
- No, no, no. I'm serious.
Like, I mean, everything with
my family's been so crazy.
But when you called today,
it just felt like...
like I could breathe again.
So... I wanna do this.
I want to make this-- us--right, okay?
Okay. Tomorrow night?
Uh, tomorrow night I gotta take
my mom to this, like, school party.
Fine, come to the gallery.
You can bring me lunch.
Oh. Well. I...
Well, it was a good speech.
No, no, no, no. I'm serious.
I mean, I have family stuff,
but I-I'll reschedule,
and they'll just have to deal with it.
Rumor is, Nate Archibald
has a hidden lady.
Careful, N.
Secrets don't keep long in this heat.
So... The flowers won't
arrive until 5:00.
Did you get the order from the caterers?
Eleanor comes home today.
You excited she finally
gets to meet Marcus?
And see why he's so wonderful?
It's not often you find a man
who's intelligent, sophisticated,
has an appreciation
for golden-age hollywood
and is a gentleman to boot.
You know, he hasn't
pressured me about sex once.
Not once.
Wow. Sounds like you really like him.
Yes, I do.
Do you see what I just did there?
I expressed an interest
in your relationship.
Look, I know you know
about me and Dan.
Even Dorota told me
she was happy for me.
I'm happy for you.
- B., I know you don't approve of him.
- True.
And I know that he's not the
22nd lord of westmorelandshire.
Also true.
Why can't you support me?
Have you two talked about everything,
all the very real reasons
you broke up last year?
Well, not completely.
Well, when you do,
if you're still together,
I'll be happy for you.
Till then, I think you're
just fooling yourselves.
Duchess, to what do I owe this pleasure?
Okay, I think you've
got this taken care of.
I'll see you tonight.
Sneaky little Nate.
Yes, I know exactly the
girl you're talking about.
Her name is Vanessa.
She lives in... Brooklyn.
Smoke?
No, thanks. It's, uh,
a little early for me.
So how can I help, Nathaniel?
About last week-- um, the money?
- I, uh, I might have overreacted a little.
- A little?
Yeah, and, hey, if you can,
I would love to take you
up on the offer as a loan.
I thought you were getting
the money from somewhere else.
Yeah, well, that person,
um, is asking for a lot.
Well...
I'd love to accommodate you,
but when you spurned my offer,
I sent the money to my financial guides.
It's tied up in bonds for six months.
Oh. Uh, no. That's cool.
I'll just-- I'll find another way.
So, uh, have you seen Blair
and lord fauntleroy recently?
No.
- Are you doing okay?
- Hmm, hmm.
I'll confess, I've been
feeling a little off my game...
but I'm expecting a
return to form very soon.
Sir, the flight from tokyo has landed.
So I can see.
Konnichiwa.
I know it's hot, but I
need everything fitted
and ready for Eleanor to inspect.
Jenny?
Yeah, I know. I'll clean the atelier
as soon as I'm finished here, okay?
The bathrooms, too.
Someone decided to give us
a second look at breakfast.
Laurel believes in her
interns paying their dues.
You must really want this.
Why, 'cause for the past three months
I've put up with midnight
coffee runs, 15-hour days,
cleaning up after the two in-house
bulimics, all so that Eleanor Waldorf
will spend five minutes
looking at my designs?
Yeah. Yeah, I really, really do.
Okay.
Uh, I feel like it's not right.
Um, hold on.
Air France says Eleanor's
plane's on time.
All right, I'm gonna meet
her at the penthouse
I think Blair's hosting a party there.
If the A.C. Guy comes, call me. Yes?
I think there might be
something wrong with the dress.
No. This--this is what Eleanor designed.
Really? Even--
Did you ever see "Cinderella"?
The cartoon? Sure.
Remember the little birds
that helped her dress?
Remember how they
didn't offer their opinion?
Try to imagine that
you're one of those birds.
- Can you do that?
- Yeah.
Now fly away.
She can be so infuriating.
Sometimes I just want to...
Okay, enough Blair bashing.
No. Don't stop on my account, please.
Keep on bashing.
I mean, obviously we
have things to talk about,
and we'll talk about them,
but it's no big deal, right?
Oh, god. You--you agree with her.
No, no. I don't. No, I don't.
It's--it's just, uh...
Wait. H-hold on.
Oh, it's my mom.
She's calling from Shanghai.
- Can I take this?
- Oh, yeah. Go.
- Sorry. Hello?
- Saved by the bell.
- Are you Dan Humphrey?
- Hi, mom. Oh, my gosh. Where?
Uh, yeah. Can I help you?
How could you do it?
- What? I'm sorry. I-I don't--
- Get back together with Serena.
Don't you know she's just
gonna lie to you again?
She doesn't respect you.
- She never will.
- Excuse me. Who--who are you?
We read about everything on "Gossip girl."
Your whole breakup?
We're on your side.
Except for her. She's a Serena.
Okay, um, well, look, this is--
this is both creepy and
none of your business.
So if you could, uh, just go, please.
You can just run along.
I-I lost her
They were on a yacht
with some Greek prince.
- Hello.
- Yeah, ignore them.
Serena, how could you forgive
him after sleeping with Georgina?
What?
What? No. No, this is insane.
I didn't sleep with Georgina.
- All right? Please go.
- But we're on your side.
Not me. His mouth kissed Georgina's.
- Think about that the next time--
- O-okay. Yeah.
Th-that's enough.
Now I'm telling you to go
- Come on. Get out of here. Shoo.
- Thank you.
Wow. What was that?
That was, uh, oh, that was "Gossip girl."
So?
Well, maybe there are
some things that, um,
you know, we--we should talk about.
Yeah. Well, I think so.
Y-yeah, th-there's
some stuff I have to do
- now, before the party.
- Okay.
- So why don't we talk, um...
- Yeah, we'll talk later when I pick you up.
- Yeah, perfect. Okay.
- All right, that'll be good.
- Bye.
- Bye. I'll see you later.
Nate. Hello?
Hmm? Look, I'm sorry.
There's just a lot going on.
Maybe you just need
to be properly distracted.
- I'm sorry.
- No, no, no. It's me.
No, Nate. You don't
need to explain anything.
- It's fine. Really.
- I--
What an unusual little space--
half gallery, half boho coffee shop.
But then unusual pairings
seem to be the order of the day.
Blair, what are you doing here?
Being angry at you, for one.
Here I thought I'd surprise you
by bringing Vanessa to tonight's
party when lo and behold,
you two have rekindled your love in secret.
You came all the way to
Brooklyn to invite me to a part
for a school that I don't even go to?
It was for Nate, dear.
Anne called this morning.
Poor thing has a migraine.
When I thought of you coming all alone,
I just wanted to do something nice.
- Is that so hard to believe?
- Yeah.
Pretty much.
- Hello? I got a delivery.
- Excuse me.
Blair, what are you really doing here?
You can't stand Vanessa, and
you've never done anything
when something wasn't in it for you.
You think I'm just gonna sit
back and watch you have
an affair with my boyfriend's
mother? Guess again.
So what are your plans,
to distract me with Vanessa
Yes. What about it?
It's just as your plans
go, it's kinda nice.
"A," don't be offensive,
and "B," from what I just witnessed,
if you want to keep her, you're
gonna have to step it up.
So I can look forward
to seeing you tonight?
- Sure. We'll be there.
- Really?
Yeah. Why not?
Wonderful. Till tonight.
Duchess, it's me.
He's bringing her.
And for the record, whatever
you're planning with Nate,
my bedroom floor is off-limits.
Who was that?
A whiff of the far east.
Sometimes I envy you,
the way you just--
Ew. What am I saying?
You're disgusting.
Relax. Nothing happened
with madame butterfly.
Yeah, right.
No. Nothing happened.
Same as nothing's
been happening all week.
What are you talking about?
You've had different girls every day.
No. I'll take your incredulity
as a compliment.
No, but, I mean, come on.
You--you must have tried--
Everything...
from the erotic to the pharmaceutical.
I-I'm sorry. I'm not laughing.
It's just so obvious.
You're not over Blair.
Wh--come on. This is your
body's way of telling you.
I don't have a romantic bone in my body,
least of all that one.
But you do raise an interesting idea.
Clearly there's some sort of... Blockage.
Perhaps...
No, Chuck.
One more go-around,
just to clear the pipes.
You are not using
Blair as sexual drano.
I have to make myself presentable.
I have a party to attend.
By the way,...
congrats on you and Humphrey.
Water always finds its own level.
I just think if we hemmed it
And then got rid of all that
stuff by the collar, right?
Yeah. Oh, my god.
That's so much better.
I just--I feel like the dress
is trying too hard, and
this part is so '90s.
Interesting observation.
And who are you?
Uh, I'm...
I'm Jenny Humphrey,
the parsons intern.
Uh, I thought you were going home.
Laurel went to go meet you.
And I decided to come here.
You can, um, leave those and
bring the rest of the
bags to the apartment.
So, now... interns have opinions.
I have been gone a while.
Mrs. Waldorf, um, I hope that
you don't think that I was trying--
You were telling the model
that has to wear my design
all the many, many things
that are wrong with it?
It's hot and late.
We'll finish your fitting tomorrow.
I'm--I'm so sorry.
That was completely,
completely unprofessional,
and I promise it will never
happen again from me.
- I s--I swear.
- I know you won't.
Not here at least.
I need people around
here that I can trust.
Clean out your station.
What? No.
No, please. You can't--
Oh, yes, please, I can,
and if you are still hoping for
a letter of recommendation,
You won't argue.
Why is it so hot in here?
Nate!
Oh, hey! I thought that was you.
A little warm for a run, isn't it?
Yeah, you know, I was just, um,
had some things to think about.
Will I see you at Blair's tonight?
Yeah. Uh, you headed
down there now or what?
No, no. I promised the
duchess I'd pick her up.
Oh, your mother's coming.
Oh, yes. Oh, she and
Blair are fast friends.
I always find them
whispering in a corner.
It's a bit troubling, come to think of it.
- Anyway, uh, I'll see you tonight.
- Thanks, man.
This is Vanessa.
Leave a message after the beep.
Hey, Vanessa. It's Nate.
Uh, listen, I'm so sorry,
but about tonight--
It's just, um...
- Hey.
-Hey.
I thought you and Dan
were leaving for the party.
Yeah. We're supposed to.
He's not still reading one of
those Dan and Serena
Should they or shouldn't
they threads, is he?
Last I checked, yeah.
Something's wrong?
I just got a message
from Nate. Family drama,
doesn't want to burden me--
the same old story.
I just want to shake him, like,
- I can handle it, you know?
- Hey. Sorry. I'm, uh, I'm ready.
So how was public opinion
on the Dan and Serena front?
Oh, well, it turns out most
people think I'm an a**.
But a passionate minority
hold I'm just an idiot.
So are you ready?
Uh, Nate's running late. I'll
just--I'll meet you there.
- Okay. You sure?
- Yeah.
Uh, you still positive you don't
want me tagging along?
Yeah. No offense, dad, but
I think you, me and Serena--
Things are awkward enough.
Well, it's not like I'd have
to be a third wheel
I can bring a date.
No, it's--it's not that
you having a date is funny
or--or completely outside
of the realm of possibility,
ju-just within the gates.
One day I might surprise you.
Go.
See you there.
You know, if you really like
this guy, you should call him,
tell him how you feel.
The mature response. Tempting.
Or if you're looking for something
immature, you could...
tell him you left the phone in the
gallery and... never got the message.
I've seen you be very forgetful.
- Oh, thank you, darling.
- My pleasure.
Well, the ancestral home
is next to Balmoral.
Marcus tells the funniest story about
Harry running naked across their lawn.
Prince Harry? I love him.
But you've been planning on Yale
ever since you were a little girl.
I know but Marcus keeps
begging me to consider Oxford.
What a pity.
So much wasted potential.
What are you talking about?
The thing that always
fascinated me about you.
The cool exterior, the fire below.
You are living proof
a person can't buy class.
And you can't tell me Bertie
Wooster is satisfying your needs.
Titles aside, a suit of armor
makes for a cold bedfellow.
Not that it's any of your business,
but Marcus and I have
an amazing sex life.
- Is that so?
- Mm.
What names does he call
you when you make love?
Where does he put his hand?
Does he...
have sex with me.
What?
Just once. That's all I need.
You are disgusting, and I hate you.
Then why are you
still holding my hand?
I have a party to host.
Hey. Sorry I'm late.
Oh, no. It's not a problem.
You--you look great, as always.
Thank you.
- Oh.
- Oh, that's, uh, that's troubling.
- Maybe we should just go.
- Yeah.
Did I say you look nice?
Yeah. Thanks again, though.
Yeah. You're welcome.
Did you do anything this afternoon?
No. No. You?
No.
Chuck had a Japanese
stewardess over today.
It's a slow elevator.
Where's Vanessa?
Not walking into your
trap or whatever it is.
Oh, please. You want me to feel bad?
You're not exactly occupying
- the moral high ground, Archibald.
- I just hope it's worth it.
Nathaniel, you came. I'm so happy.
Seems like forever since I've
seen you or heard from you.
So you use my friends
for some power play
to prove you're the one in control, huh?
I don't like sharing my toys,
Especially if I've paid for them.
Where's your friend?
I was looking forward to meeting her.
No, no. Stop it. Look at me
I don't know where I'm gonna get
the money from, but you listen--
Okay, no, Nate, listen
I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that.
It was out of jealousy.
Please just don't do
something we'll both regret.
No.
Nate?
Oh, my god.
Everyone, stay calm.
I'm sure the power will
be back on in a second.
Vanessa.
Nate.
It'll be fine.
Sorry to break it to you, B.,
but this party just went
over to the dark side.
It's a citywide blackout,
but we have candles.
Everything's fine.
Vanessa. Nate, thank goodness.
Would you please tell this young lady
she can't go outside in the blackout?
Yeah. Well, I am.
No, it's okay, Marcus.
I got it. I got it.
Just come with me, please.
I can't believe this.
Here I kept thinking,
"Nate's so much different
than Blair and all the others,"
- But you're just as bad.
- Look, it's not that simple, okay?
Are you sleeping with that woman?
Yes.
Is that the reason you
keep canceling on me?
Yes, but--
No, Nate. There are no "but"s.
You lied to me, and you're
sleeping with some Mrs. Robinson.
And while on the upper east side
that might be totally normal...
I didn't sign up for some
creepy love triangle with you
- and someone's mom.
- She's giving me money.
Well, that's just the capper, isn't it?
No, my mom and I needed help.
I just-- I had no other options.
Tell me everything.
Now if everyone will just
get a drink and a candle,
I'm sure the power
will be back in a minute.
Blair, have you seen Nate?
Um, no. It's a blackout.
That girl showed up.
They went off somewhere together.
Honestly, Catherine, so what?
If they want to be together,
you can't stop them.
Just deal with it. I wouldn't
expect you to understand.
Hot young guy, aging beauty enjoying
her last hurrah before the surgeries start.
It's called a clich?
Is Marcus everything you
could possibly hope for?
Yes, absolutely.
Really? There's not one
thing that's missing?
That one thing you tell
yourself you can live without?
That you'd happily
sacrifice for the rest?
'Cause I tell you what.
You're gonna sacrifice it every
day for the rest of your life.
Nate makes me feel alive.
I'm not g gonna give that up.
Yeah, my name's Dan Humphrey.
Yeah. Uh, the elevator's stuck.
Okay.
Okay. All right. Thank you.
Well, it's a citywide blackout, so
the guy says we just have to wait,
hope the power comes back on soon.
What?
No. No, I know when
you're thinking of something.
- Just tell me.
- No, it's--it's nothing.
Serena.
Well, you--you probably
should have mentioned my name.
- Are you kidding?
- Just forget it.
No, seriously. You think
that there's, like, a box
that says, "open in event of Serena
van Der Woodsen emergency"?
I live in the building. That's all.
No, it's a citywide blackout,
so there--there must be
hundreds of people stuck
in elevators right now.
Okay, if you're not gonna call them,
can we not talk about it.
- You're making it hotter.
- Okay.
- No, Dan--
- Why not?
Yeah, hey. It's Dan Humphrey again.
Uh, humph--Humphrey,
the guy in the elevator?
Yeah. I know, I know,
but I forgot to say that I'm
with Serena van Der Woodsen.
Okay. Thanks.
Well, they're gonna
send someone, so...
Um, I guess I'm gonna go now.
Oh, please.
I am not sending you
out into a blackout.
You can stay till the
lights come back on.
Okay. Thanks.
As--as long as you're here,
come here. Hold this.
I just--I cannot--
I cannot decide about this neckline.
Really? I think it's cute.
Why don't you try telling the truth?
It's not like I can fire you twice.
Well, it looks like a pilgrim at a funeral.
Uh, I'm sorry.
You're absolutely right.
I am?
Yeah. Don't let it go to your head.
But my mom still thinks
Chuck's lending us the money,
so just sending it through me.
So borrowing money from
your son's friend is fine,
but whoring him out to
pay the club bill isn't.
Do you wanna be with this woman?
No, I want to be with you.
But I just know that's not
gonna happen now, so...
Nate...
You have to end this for yourself.
Forget about what I said before.
You are better than this.
I'll be here when you get back.
I see.
Oh--oh, just a moment.
Blair, I'm on with the building manager.
I need you.
What? Has something happened?
Everyone seems quite calm.
No.
I need you now.
Blair--blair, there's a blackout.
We have guests.
We can't desert them.
I need you to make me feel alive.
Uh... Uh, wait, wait.
What are you--
what are you talking about?
Just meet me up in my bedroom, okay?
Looks like lady B. is
determined to have it all.
Question is, who with?
Nate?
Actually, I was looking for him myself.
Vanessa, is it?
Oh, I see. You're thinking,
look at this awful woman
who's taking advantage
of an innocent young boy.
Nate told me everything.
I think what you're doing is disgusting.
And yet you're here, waiting for him,
willing to forgive and forget.
You must really care for him.
You wouldn't understand.
See, that's where you're wrong.
You have no idea
how I feel about Nate
and what I would do to keep him.
You want me to tell you?
Marcus, is that you?
Blow out your candle.
I spent the last month
going around and
meeting with the--the stores
and the boutiques
that carry my clothes.
- That must have been so exciting.
- I felt like a fat cheerleader.
As a designer, your worst
fear is becoming irrelevant.
Then I come back here
and find out the teenage
intern tells me that exact thing.
I'm really sorry.
Maybe that is exactly
what I needed to hear.
You know, the first real dress
I ever bought was one of yours.
Just spare me the pity.
It's true.
I bought it from--well,
from a consignment store.
'cause that was the only
way I could afford it.
I was 12, and I just wore it
around the apartment for months.
It was one of the first things
that made me want
to become a designer.
- Jenny.
- Yeah?
The light.
Oh. Sorry.
What do you want, Dan, for
me to never say my name?
I'm not gonna get into this now.
We thought we could
avoid dealing with last year.
Well, this is fate telling us we can't.
- What are you doing?
- I'm getting out of here.
No. Someone's coming.
The man said so.
Right. Because someone always comes
- to save Serena Van Der Woodsen.
- That's not fair.
- I know it's not. That's the point.
- Fine. You know what? Life's not fair,
because it doesn't fit with
the way you, Dan Humphrey,
think things should be.
But why are you always right?
No, I never--I never said..
Ooh! That hurt.
Are you okay?
Ow. Yeah. I'm fine.
Are you sure?
I'm sorry. Uh, ooh. Ow.
I forgive you for Georgina.
And I forgive you, but...
I don't know.
We keep having the same fight...
At Bart's brunch a year ago,
At the wedding...
Where we talked about
the fight at Bart's brunch...
And now here.
I can't change who I am, Dan.
Me neither.
So what happens now?
I don't really feel like talking.
Yeah. Me neither.
Vanessa, I couldn't find her.
Vanessa?
Your friend had to leave.
Is there something that
you wanted to tell me?
Blair.
Spotted--lady B. acting not so lady like.
Hope you kept the
receipt for that tiara, B.
Oh, my god. Oh, my god.
Blair, what is this?
You don't understand.
I thought it was you.
- I--he had an accent.
- Please. You knew exactly who it was.
Marcus!
Marcus, wait.
Did you really not know it was him?
Can you honestly tell me that?
No, I knew it was him.
Thank you.
But I want you.
No, Blair.
You want my title,
the idea of who I am.
But you clearly want him,
which--which makes me a fool,
because I actually did want you.
I do want you.
Then show me. I'm not
some delicate little flower.
Show me you want me.
Vanessa. What--where are you--
where are you going?
I looked for you,
but I just--I had to get out.
- Did you end it?
- No, not yet, but I was just--
- Okay, good. Don't.
- What, did Catherine say something to you?
She really loves you, Nate,
and all the money and all that--
that's your business--
but she loves you,
- and you should be with her.
- You want me to stay with her?
I am telling you that
I am out for good.
No. Stop. Vanessa.
Tomorrow... you owe me lunch.
- Jenny, what are you doing?
- The--well, the lights are back on.
Oh. I-I-I didn't even notice.
Jenny?
Dad? What are you doing here?
Making sure you're okay.
I tried calling, but--
Oh, yeah. My phone died. Sorry.
Why are you wearing a jacket?
It's, like, 100 degrees.
Well, I was on a...
On--on a date?
Yeah, I was gonna tell you guys.
I've been dating.
Clare, Jenny.
Jenny, Clare.
Hi. I've been looking
forward to meeting you...
just not when I was
all gross and sweaty.
I made her walk here from the village.
Well, it's nice to meet you,
and I'm sorry.
- Jenny, what's going on?
- Oh. It's my dad and his date.
Uh, they wanted to see if I was okay.
Yes. Oh. I probably
should give Blair a call.
So you finished?
You can come back with us.
Um, yeah, I guess I'm done.
No. No, you aren't.
You can't leave.
We haven't finished the dress yet.
Well, the lights are back on.
I mean, aren't I fired?
You got fired?
Oh, don't be so dramatic.
Maybe your father and his... date
could get us some sandwiches
and some coffee.
We'll be working pretty late.
Do you guys mind? Please.
No. Sure.
- So why'd you get fired?
- Jenny, come. Look.
Um, I'll tell you later.
Thank you.
I'm scared.
I know. Me, too.
When I step out of here, it's over.
I-I think-- I think it was already.
It just took us this long to realize
and get used to the idea.
Serena...
I still--
I know.
Me, too.
I love you.
This isn't going to work.
I thought you said you were better.
I am...
Just not for you.
Oh, am I crazy or is it
actually getting cooler?
About time.
You sure you're okay?
Yeah.
Yeah, it was the right thing.
You know, I, uh...
I-I'm--I'm sorry.
I cannot believe that
Nate Archibald is a gigolo.
- You cannot tell anyone, remember?
- Hey, who would I tell?
Who would I tell except everyone
I've ever met? I won't. I won't.
But why'd you tell him to stay
with that woman I thought you,
you know, I thought you liked him.
I do.
That's-- that's why I did it.
I don't understand.
She told me that if Nate left her,
She would... go to the F.B.I.
and tell them where
Nate's dad is hiding out.
So...
I really didn't have a choice.
Love may fade with the season,
but some friendships are year-round,
like you and me.
You know you love me.
X.O.X.O, Gossip girl.