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Serena, that video wasn't real.

I mean, we did--we did kiss, but it was staged.

What about the other time you guys kissed?

Was that for Louis, too?

It meant nothing.

I'm really glad you two found each other,

because you sure lost me.

Wait. Vanessa told her about the kiss, not Chuck?

Just to be clear, we are not friends anymore.

All I know about my mom is that her name is Avery Thorpe.

Do you think this will be enough

for the private investigator to find her?

This one is from 8:00 P.M. The night of the fire.

What's on it?

Bart having an argument with a woman--Avery Thorpe.

Moments later, the building goes up in flames,

and Avery Thorpe is never heard from again.

But being together means going against my family.

If I'm going to take a stand, I need to know for certain

that you feel as I do.

I do.

Mom,

I'm sorry to wake you, but I have some news.

Once upon a time in the land called Upper East,

a beautiful girl met a beast.

Andrew, I was thinking,

that video is circumstantial at best.

My father may have been a coldhearted businessman,

but he wasn't a cold-blooded murderer.

There's no proof the fire was intentional.

Let's just drop it.

Sorry I ever asked.

Thanks.

But while the beast locked himself in a tower of ennui,

the girl found herself a prince. His name...

Louis!

Oh!

No, no way. I-I-I will defend New York City to the death,

but you cannot seriously say

you prefer the met to the Louvre.

But I do. I will trade all the Delacroix and Davids

for just an hour in front of that Kiefer on the second floor.

Our first disagreement.

But, um, I must be off.

No. Oh, I won't let you go.

Blair, it's 2:00 P.M. I've been here since yesterday.

And as amazing as last night was,

I need to talk to the ambassador.

It will just be a few hours.

A few hours is too long.

We're gonna spend the rest of the afternoon together.

And later we'll have tea in my salon at the consulate.

There's something I want to talk to you about.

Well, can we talk about it now?

And bonjour.

Hey, Serena.

I thought you were sleeping at your mother's house.

I did, and as it's 2:00,

I started my day several hours ago.

Sorry I interrupted.

Actually, I must be going. I will see you later.

Je t'adore.

Oh. If you'll excuse me,

there's a tart in my room I'd rather attend to.

Blair, this fight between us has gotten a little out of hand,

so why don't I be the mature one and admit that I may have

overreacted about you and Dan?

Really?

Yeah, so let's just put this all behind us

so we can gush about Louis already.

Oh, yes! Thank goodness, because all this elation was

nearly meaningless without being able to talk to you about it.

Louis is fantastique.

We share all our secrets and-- and our dreams for the future--

how he plans to run his kingdom, how I plan to run mine.

Sounds like everything you've ever wanted.

I'm in, s. I'm totally in.

I think he's gonna ask me

to spend the summer with him in Monaco.

I worry she moving too fast.

Ugh. Dorota, everyone knows that with Princes,

things escalate quickly. It's genetic.

After all, Prince charming knew he loved Cinderella

as soon as he saw her preternaturally tiny feet.

And what about Louis' parents?

After the lengths he went to to hide your date last week,

how are they taking all the press coverage

about him dating an American?

Prince Albert has no legitimate children,

so as his first male nephew,

Louis is next in line to the throne.

I'm sure his parents have their heart set

on an empire-expanding union with a hapless hapsburg.

But luckily they're in Botswana.

They won't be back for two weeks, during which time,

the European media will fall in love with me

and win the commoners to my cause.

Yesterday she watch Monaco play P.S.G. At actual sports bar.

Ah. This afternoon, we're going to church

so I can be photographed being pious.

You so deserve it.

Too bad that around here, happy endings often lack,

so if I were b., I'd watch my back.

Well, hello, jeeves.

We're watching "Downtown Abbey."

Edwardian social dramas apparently demand crumpets.

Nice to see she's finally accepting

this whole house arrest thing.

Between you and me, no matter how much they love each other,

no two people should spend 24/7 together.

Mm.

But my time as a drawing room Butler

might be quickly coming to an end.

This guy from my old label was wondering

if I was into producing a record

for a new indie band he just signed, so I don't know.

You don't know what? That sounds like an amazing opportunity.

It does, doesn't it? I mean, I-I don't need to be back onstage,

but I do miss the music world.

So, uh, you'll understand if I can't hang out.

Oh, I'm here picking up Charlie anyway.

Charlie? Huh. You guys have been

spending a lot of time together lately.

What? Dad, don't worry. We are just friends.

Just be careful.

Dan, hi.

Good luck. I'll see you later.

It's four o'clock.

Smoking jacket hour, man.

Why are you still in your robe? Is everything okay?

Peachy.

Oh, come on, Chuck. I know you've seen the papers.

Blair's dating that Prince guy. Can't be easy.

Nathaniel, I wish my problems

were as simple as Blair's royal fling.

Have you heard from Andrew?

Is there proof that what Russell said about your dad is true?

Nothing concrete.

Well, that's better than the opposite, right?

'Cause Raina's decided she wants to keep looking for her mother.

I'd really rather she didn't.

Come on, Chuck. It's important to her,

and me avoiding the subject is starting to come between us.

Nate, Raina can't go digging into the past.

As my friend, I need you to help me get this done.

I'll do my best.

Hey, don't worry.

Blair's not gonna end up with this guy.

We all know it.

Your anthropology class is so cool.

It's just so interesting how the... Kung tribe

treated their women as hunting heroes

while the men, they just...

I'm--I'm babbling, aren't I?

No. Well, yeah, you are,

but enthusiasm is great.

Sorry.

It's just, the classes I took at school

were boring and full of meatheads.

That seminar was fascinating. The kids were cool.

So... thank you for... inviting me.

Uh, sure. You're welcome.

You wanna split a cab?

Uh, no, I'm gonna hang around here.

I'm gonna look for books on the.. Kung tribe.

All right.

I'll see you later.

Do you think I made a good impression

on the monsignor today?

You were... irresistible.

He's probably second-guessing his vows right now.

But, Blair, I don't want you to continue this constant charade

for my parents. I want you to be you.

And I want to be with you.

The threat of your parents' disapproval is

the only dark cloud on what has been an otherwise perfect day.

They shouldn't worry you,

certainly not while they're on a safari.

But I do need to tell you something.

I-I didn't tell you before

because I didn't wanna scare you away.

It--it may be too much.

Too much is just the right amount.

Is it something I need a bikini for?

Louis. Qu'est-ce que tu fais?

Maman? What--what are you...

Uh, your royal highness, hello.

I'm... Blair... Waldorf.

What are you thinking?

Out day and night with an American,

getting your picture taken?

Uh, I-I can explain.

It is unacceptable in any case,

especially for a young man who is about to be married.

Blair, please. Please, let me explain.

I should have known not to believe.

And in all Princess tales, an evil queen does appear.

I found them.

Thank you so much for notifying me of this fiasco.

You're most welcome.

But it turns out,

the Queen's helper is the one b. Should fear.

Maybe you hear wrong. Maybe she say "carried."

Maybe he getting carried.

That doesn't even make sense. I trusted him.

I allowed myself to feel things for him

that I've only felt for you-know-who, and he lied.

A big, terrible, Upper East-sized lie.

Where he staying?

Royal or no, Vanya go over there,

do some damage, eastern European style.

Maybe I do damage myself.

Seriously? You think flowers make up

for the fact that you're engaged?

I'm not engaged yet. This is what I wanted to tell you.

The royal court feels I should be married

before taking my rightful place as Albert's heir.

What? Well, that's outdated and old-fashioned

and just idiotic.

Well, so is monarchy,

but it's important to my family.

And they're important to me,

so...

How long till you have to choose?

To punish me for publicly dating you?

Maman has flown in her top ten candidates

for a cocktail party tomorrow,

and they're demanding I choose.

So by tomorrow night, you'll be engaged to someone else.

I've been to a million balls and ski trips

with the women who will be there tomorrow night.

But I've never connected to any of them

like I have to you.

What are you saying?

That I want you to be on my mother's list, too.

And... I-if I was chosen?

We could... court while wearing rings.

Well, in real life,

it's far too soon to consider that type of thing,

but in fairy tales...

Just tell this maiden what she has to do to get to the ball.

I told my mother I'd agree to go to her party

if she agreed to meet you.

She's waiting for you back at the salon.

If she approves, all you have to do

is impress the royal court tomorrow.

Well, then I promise to wow the tiara right off her head.

Wow, b., courting with rings.

Oh, no, no, no. Don't be nervous.

The Princess will fall in love with you

just like everyone else.

Bye.

I recognize that happiness.

You sound like Jenny after she found out

that one of her minions got a date with an astor.

Next day, said Minion found gum in her hair.

What's going on with you and Blair?

Mm, I may have let Louis' mother know about him and Blair.

But somehow it worked out to her favor.

Apparently, Louis needs to get married,

and--and Blair's weaseling her way onto a throne of her own

unless I stop it.

Serena, she's your best friend.

I know she crossed sacred territory

when she kissed Dan, but destroying this for her

seems kinda cruel.

Oh, come on. We both know that if I kissed Chuck, I wouldn't

even be able to be having this conversation right now.

A-and I'm doing Louis a favor anyway.

His future is on the line here,

and Blair is just playing Princess.

So this is all for the benefit

of the good people of the principality of Monaco?

Come on. Acting like Blair never works for anybody except Blair.

And besides, Blair has so many skeletons.

I highly doubt that Louis' mother is gonna

find her an acceptable Princess-in-training.

Yeah. Yeah, you're right.

I have to go.

She says sneakily.

Oh, looks like b. Is in for some hair gum of her own.

As so even though the division's getting tougher and tougher,

the mets--they actually have a chance this year. We gotta go.

The infield fly rule's so much easier to explain in person.

Nate, what's going on? You surprise me with this dinner,

and all you talk about is sports?

What? The season just started.

Spring fever is an actual disease, you know?

It feels like ever since that failed attempt

to meet my mother, you've been avoiding talking about it--her.

I got to admit, I didn't think you'd scare so easy.

Raina, I didn't mean... look, I'm not scared, okay?

I wanna be supportive.

Then what is it?

It's just...

I think some things are better left un-found.

You know?

And I don't want you to get hurt.

My mother is a part of who I am. I need to know why she left,

what happened to her. So I don't need you

or anyone else trying to protect me from the truth.

Raina, I--

thank you for dinner, Nate,

but I have some work I need to catch up on back at the office.

Dad, why are you dressed like the Fonz?

It's my lucky tour jacket.

I take it lunch with the label went well?

Yeah. They want me to have panic--

name of the band, also what's gripping my insides--

over for dinner tomorrow.

And you wanna be the, uh, cool rocker guy.

Come on. I was the cool rocker guy.

Yeah, but now the penthouse, the art,

the millionairess wife under house arrest

doesn't exactly scream street cred.

Oh, I wouldn't have put it that way, but...

Panic is the real deal.

So invite 'em to the loft tomorrow. You can, uh,

you can keep it casual, impress 'em with your gold records.

Yeah, that's a great idea. Will you guys come?

Yeah, we could invite, uh, Charlie, too.

No, no, not Charlie. No. You were right, dad.

I think she might have a little crush.

I knew it.

Yeah, but I didn't lead her on, though. I swear.

Just promise me the next time you see her,

you'll be clear about your feelings.

She lives under my roof, and I'm responsible for her.

She texted me she'll be home soon.

And I promise I will talk to her soon as I get a chance,

but I have a... study group I gotta get to.

Guys, don't worry. It's fine.

"How to go from just friends to boyfriend?"

Interesting.

Charlie, hi. We haven't formally met. I'm Vanessa.

Oh, right. Dan's former b.F.F.

Who ratted out the Blair kiss to Serena. What do you want?

I realize that lately

I've exposed more secrets than Julian Assange,

but I'm leaving soon. I got a scholarship to study abroad,

so come the end of this semester,

I'll be out of everyone's hair.

Look, even if he hates me right now,

Dan's been my best friend since third grade,

and I can't leave unless I know he's okay.

I'll make sure he takes his vitamins.

Let me help you. I can't leave Dan in the hands of Serena,

or even worse, Blair Waldorf.

I just... I want Dan to be with a girl

who's not gonna corrupt his soul, and--

and trust me, I can give you better advice than that book.

With Albert's illegitimate children,

Ernst's Thai mistress,

and Stephanie's stint in the circus,

I understand your apprehension

about a dark horse from the states,

but I can assure you that the Waldorfs are as prestigious

a family as America has,

and I would never bring ignominy to Louis.

Oh, really? Seems to me that scandal is your middle name.

You blackmail teachers,

bully underclassmen,

a pregnancy scare?

You dated lord Marcus while he was sleeping

with his stepmother.

Then you were traded by Chuck bass--

whose name precedes him--

for a hotel.

I think this meeting is over.

No, Princess, please let me explain.

It's not necessary, Ms. Waldorf.

I-I've had a past,

but all my wrongdoings,

all my secrets are right there in front of you.

"Gossip Girl" has been chronicling my mistakes

since I was 14.

Can you really say that about the other girls

invited to the party tomorrow?

No, but I doubt that any of them

have performed in a burlesque club.

Louis knows all about my past.

I've grown. I've changed.

I can be the next grace Kelly.

What are you doing here? I told you I'm done.

I know, but I found this.

I think it was in the box with all the tapes.

Fell out in my car.

It's dated the day before the fire.

Read it.

"You know how much you mean to me,

"but I can't do this anymore.

I'm so sorry. Avery."

My father and Avery Thorpe were having an affair.

And she was gonna leave him,

go back to Russell.

That's your motive.

The tapes show opportunity, and we already know

that Bart admitted he was responsible for the fire, so...

Well, at least you can't hang a dead man.

I'm sorry, Chuck.

I know you didn't want your father to be guilty,

but maybe now you can move on.

What was Andrew Tyler doing here?

You okay?

Nothing a bottle of blue

and the dancers from "spider-man" can't fix.

Andrew and I were just wrapping things up.

How did your dinner with Raina go?

Oh, not well. She basically walked out on me.

Sorry, man, but she is dead set

on looking for her mother.

Well, hopefully she doesn't find anything,

gives up on her own.

Or she finds her mom, and you'll know

once and for all you have nothing to worry about.

Right.

Nothing to worry about.

Poor Chuck. When you asked Bart about the fire,

no wonder an affair was something

he chose not to remember.

And we know Albert is set to marry in July,

20 years younger and swimmer.

I call her "Fishstock." Not nice.

If she is there with Prince, you need to curtsy to her.

If she there alone, no curtsy. If you get engaged to Louis,

then she curtsy only if she not there with sovereign,

but if she there with her Prince and you there with yours,

I am no sure, so try and avoid her.

Okay. Got it. What's next?

History. I-I dig a little dirt, too. Make us flash cards.

Louis, what are you doing here?

In this fairy tale, I like to play both Prince

and fairy godfather.

For tonight.

But even if you wore a sack,

you'd be the most enchanting one there.

This Prince growing on me by minute.

Uh, Dan. What are you doing here?

My dad just asked me to drop off his lucky doc martens.

Ah. Cool. What are you doing today?

Because I was thinking about trying those pierogies

that you're always talking about,

and according to Bing,

there is a really great place in queens.

Um...

Look, Charlie, we--we should talk.

Okay. Sure. Yeah, what's up?

I really like you. I do.

I-I mean, you're smart and you're cool,

kind of a Spaz in a great way.

Thank you?

But I'm just, uh...

Yeah, I-I'm not looking for a relationship right now.

No kidding?

You're barely over the Blair weirdness,

never mind for Serena to be as mad as she was

about the kiss.

Um, I'm not thinking of anything but friends.

Okay. Great. That's, uh, that's a relief.

You, Serena, and Eric are the only people I know here,

so I'm sorry if I have been coming on too strong.

I'll tone it down a notch.

No, no, no, no, no. Don't. I mean, seriously.

I'm sorry I misinterpreted. Look, uh, my dad is hosting

some business clients tonight at the loft.

Eric will be coming. It'll be low-key.

Like, pizza, music. Sound like fun? You in?

Uh, you know, it's that or "Masterpiece Theatre"

with lily again, so yeah, I'm in.

But you have to let me help out. I can make homemade pizza.

Are--are you sure? I mean, I wouldn't want to put you out.

No, it's no trouble. Just give me the keys.

I'll cook at the loft.

Okay. All right. I just gotta go drop these boots off.

Yeah.

Good to see you survived the night.

Maybe now you can actually talk about what we're gonna do here.

Do? About what?

Raina. She needs to know about her mother.

Nathaniel.

I was thinking maybe we could tell her together

and show her the letter, then--

Nate, are you out of your mind?

Between the videotape you told me about

and the letter from her mom, Chuck, I can't let her

get her hopes up.

She'll spend her whole life

searching for someone she'll never find.

Don't say anything.

What am I supposed to do

every time she brings up her mother?

Lie. I don't know. You figure it out, or just stop seeing her.

Chuck, I actually like this girl, man.

What's wrong with you, huh?

You don't even know how to be in a relationship.

Blair's lucky she escaped you.

Hey! Leave Blair out of this.

No one understands what we have.

Yeah, no one understands because it's not normal.

She's better off with the French guy.

You can't seriously mean that. I saw on "Gossip Girl"

that she's going to some party tonight at the consulate.

Who cares? She always goes to parties.

This one's hosted by his family.

Apparently he needs to get engaged.

Monaco's independence day.

November 19th.

Patron Saint.

There you are.

Did you see the dress Louis got me?

Ah, it's official.

We should send out change of address cards,

because I'm moving to cloud nine.

Ah, Louis is... incredible.

With him by my side, I can actually be a powerful woman.

Forget running Anne Archibald's charity.

I'm gonna be negotiating peace in the Sudan.

You really are happy, aren't you?

Which is why tonight has to go perfectly.

Will you come with me?

Tonight? Yeah. Yeah, sure.

Oh, yay. You're the best friend a girl could have.

And just think...

Maybe one day soon, you'll be my maid of honor, too.

I would be honored.

I don't have my keys,

but Charlie's been inside cooking all day.

Yeah, even if her food tastes like those cookies she made,

be nice.

Why? Cookies not good?

Surprise!

Arthur, bring the car around. We got a party to crash.

Wonder if Chuck bass is about to go from down and out

to down on one knee.

Nothing like using a rock to get out of a hard place.

Princess Maha Galyani from Thailand.

Princess Lucie of Bavaria.

Marchesa Francesca Mancini.

Dorota's been quizzing me all day.

I'm completely up to speed on my competition.

In it to win it, going big or going home.

Relax, b. You don't need sports metaphors.

You've been preparing for this your entire life.

Now come on. Let's go out there and show these people

what a real Princess looks like,

because in this town, you are royalty.

Thank you, s. I couldn't do it without you by my side.

Ms. Blair Waldorf from Manhattan.

I dropped lily's name and credit card number,

and per se agreed to cater. It got a 28 in Zagat.

I, uh, I thought you were making pizza.

Well, who needs pizza when you have coq au vin?

Yeah, Charlie, it's lovely.

I just need to check one thing with the sommelier.

Ah, there's a sommelier!

Okay, your Fonzie jacket

was a better idea than this.

Dad, I'm so sorry. I had no

idea that she would do any of this. It's fine.

I just don't want Charlie to think she's ruined anything.

You know, I'll head panic off downstairs, tell them there's

been a change of plans and take 'em out to eat.

Great, okay, and we'll just tell them that the band canceled.

Yeah, we'll take her to a movie or something.

Okay.

Hey, where are you going?

Uh, actually, um--

the band had a change of plans.

The band?

I thought we were entertaining business associates.

I totally messed everything up, didn't I?

I can't believe this. I ruined everything.

I was only doing what Vanessa told me to do.

Wait--

Vanessa?

Oh, but you have to adore monte Carlo.

Nelson Piquet likened racing around the course

to riding a bicycle in his living room.

Oh, countess Alexia, so lovely to meet you.

And how's your Uncle, the viscount?

I heard he gave up his chair at the university

over that unfortunate scandal with a student.

I guess not everyone likes oral exams.

Contessa Gina, lovely to meet you in person.

Perhaps my mother finding out about us

was actually a blessing in disguise.

All my life,

I thought I'd be married to someone I didn't love.

Maybe, just maybe, that nightmare

will turn into my dream.

Chuck, what are you doing here?

I need to see Blair.

You're drunk. Just go home, please.

I beg of you, don't ruin this for her.

I have something she needs to hear. It's important.

Excuse me.

What are you doing here?

I need to ask you something.

Get out of here. This is not the time nor place for a scene.

Your highness, tell me again

about your a capella club at Oxford.

I get you don't wanna talk to me,

but hiding out in your office seems a little extreme.

I'm not hiding. I'm working. Why? You have concerns

about the mets bullpen you need to mull over?

You're right. I've been avoiding talking to you

about your mother.

I was trying to protect someone, okay?

I was wrong.

I don't understand.

Protect someone?

Nate...

Do you know something?

You look familiar.

Didn't you, me, and a stewardess

get to know each other intimately over Lithuania?

Excuse me.

I am Princess Sophie Grimaldi of Monaco.

Ah, yes, Blair's future mother-in-law.

There's no surprise she went for a Prince.

Marie antoinette was one of her favorite roles to play.

Of course, I was always eating her cake.

How dare you. And you are...

I'm Chuck bass, the love of her life.

Anyone else is just a waste of time.

Chuck, go home.

Match, Blair. You proved you can score a Prince.

Okay, I admit. You made me jealous.

Now let's go back to my place so you can collect your prize.

Stop this. You're embarrassing me.

What? It's not me who's disrespecting these fine people.

It's you,

pretending you're going to marry this French phony.

It's a joke.

Chuck, no one's laughing. Don't do this.

Come here.

Stop it! This is enough!

No, stop!

Security!

Chuck, go home.

This is enough.

I'm not going anywhere without you.

Tell your Prince where your heart truly lies. Tell him.

Tell me.

Sir.

Your royal highness, I'm so, so ashamed

and sorry if my friends and I have caused any trouble.

Sorry.

Spotted--a Prince torn

between choosing his kingdom or his Queen.

End it. Now.

In all my years of public humiliation,

which--let's face it-- are many,

that was the absolute worst.

Well, maybe Louis will come around.

Perhaps, but his mother never will,

and who can blame her?

I should have known my past with Chuck

would come back to haunt me.

You're probably gonna hate me for saying this,

but as drunk and inappropriate as Chuck was,

I still felt a little bad for him.

What? Why?

I don't know. I guess I just always thought

your Prince was right here with his empire in Manhattan.

Wait. After what you witnessed tonight,

you're taking his side?

No-- and don't think I don't know it was you

that sent Princess Sophie that scrapbook from "Gossip Girl."

I assumed it was payback for Dan,

but maybe you were defending Chuck, too.

Blair, I feel awful.

Louis made me happy.

Happy.

Do you know the last time I felt joy?

Chuck had brought me into his darkness for so long,

I'd forgotten what that felt like.

And with all your Dan issues,

it's obvious you think your romantic fate was sealed

in the 11th grade, but I'm growing up.

I wanted something different. I wanted Louis.

All my life, I thought my mother didn't love me.

Raina, I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

There was insurance money-- a lot of it.

Bart probably paid your father off

not to say anything to the police,

but he should have told you years ago.

He didn't tell me because he knew the truth

was worth than the fiction.

This is too unbearable.

But at least I understand

why my father was so intent on crushing bass industries.

Raina, look, I know you're going through a lot, okay, but--

Chuck--he's just like his father.

He lied to me. He lied to you,

and... he tried to cover up the truth about my mother.

Hey, he's had to deal with all this, too, you know--

don't you dare defend him, Nate.

I'm not.

If you wanna remain friends with him,

then you're gonna have to get out of here now.

I mean it.

Get out.

And Vanessa said the loft

wasn't a suitable place to entertain business people,

so she suggested that I, uh--

you throw a michelin star dinner?

I mean, that must've taken a lot of work.

It took all day.

I just wanted it to be perfect.

But why? Why'd you do that?

I think you know.

Vanessa said if I helped Rufus,

uh, it'd help me get you, too.

And now I'm not only the loser who's responsible

for... ruining your dad's job possibility,

I'm also the loser who lied to you

about liking you as a friend.

Hmm, well, sounds like you've learned your first lesson

of being an upper east sider.

I think it's time for your second lesson.

Face your enemies.

You ready for your first showdown?

If it's okay with you,

I'd like to talk to Vanessa alone.

If I'm gonna survive in this world,

I gotta do it on my own, right?

We'll meet at the loft when you're done with Vanessa,

I get it, Louis. Tonight was a disaster.

You can save your sweet, remorseful breakup. I know.

I overheard your conversation with Serena,

and I want you to choose joy in your life.

More than that, I want to be the one who gives you joy.

Your family is never going to approve of me.

Not now.

Forget them.

I've spent my whole life doing what they wanted--

being who they groomed me to be.

But if you're willing to fight for your happiness,

then I'm willing to fight for mine.

I bought this to give to you

after you had the royal court's approval.

But without it, it means even more.

Uh... I've seen all the movies, Louis.

If you don't get engaged to someone they want,

then they'll find a way to make sure

you never ascend to the throne.

There's no point in being the head of state

if it means I can't follow my heart.

Blair...

will you marry me?

Hey. How's Charlie?

Oh, she's, uh, she's fine.

She felt terrible, but turns out it wasn't her fault.

It's a--it's a long story. How'd it go with the band?

Well, you're looking at panic's next producer.

What? That's great! Uh, what'd you do?

Well, I did what I should have done in the first place--

talked about music.

Please tell me this means that lily can now donate

that leather jacket to charity.

You kidding? I'm saving that for the rock and roll hall of fame

or the Smithsonian, right next to Fonzie's actual jacket.

Hey. I thought I was meeting Dan.

He doesn't wanna see you.

Why? What happened tonight?

Because of you, I got per se to cater,

rented crystal.

Needless to say, it didn't work out.

I was humiliated.

What are you talking about?

I told you to have a nice, relaxed, low-key night.

Yeah.

That's not what he thinks.

He's under the impression you tried to sabotage me.

Why would you do that? I was trying to help you get Dan.

And you have.

I've read "Gossip Girl" enough to know

that Dan can't resist a damsel in distress,

and you happen to make a perfect villain.

Come on, Vanessa. If you actually knew how to get Dan,

you wouldn't be running away to study abroad.

Don't worry, though.

I'll take good care of him while you're gone.

You came.

How could you do that to me, Chuck?

I'm sorry I ruined your shot at being a Princess.

But let's face it.

You were never gonna go through with it.

Chuck.

I need you, Blair,

like I never have before.

Everything I believed about my father,

everything I thought I wanted to be,

what I needed to be for him-- it was all based on lies.

The only thing that's ever been real is me and you.

And you know that.

That's why you came back to me.

Louis asked me to marry him.

You'll never marry anyone else. You're mine.

I wanted to be.

I wanted it so badly, but...

Not anymore.

You're mine, Blair.

Stop it, Chuck!

I said it's over.

Once upon a time in the land of upper east,

a beautiful girl fled from a beast.

Hey, Raina, it's me.

Listen, you were right about Chuck. I choose you.

Call me.

His closest friends began to retreat...

No, you don't know me,

but my father, Russell Thorpe,

had planned on getting in touch with you.

It's about Chuck, your nephew.

I'll explain it all in person.

I look forward to meeting you, too, Jack.

While enemies marshaled to plan his defeat.

Across the river in lands far away,

a mysterious young maiden was making her play.

And with the beast finally vanquished,

most tales--they would end...

With one happy Princess...

And an excited best friend.

But in a land where the best castles

come with a view of the park, it's important to remember...

Mom? I'm sorry to wake you, but I have some news.

I'm engaged.

Now where most fairy tales end, ours merely starts.

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

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