4 months ago
Georgina:
Could it be any hotter?
It's a good thing you're not fair-skinned.
Otherwise, your summer "Under the tuscan sun"
would end up under a scalpel, removing a melanoma.
Dan:
I know it was my idea, but why did I bring you to Italy?
I should be at the workshop right now in Rome
with all of the other writers, writing.
Georgina:
You shouldn't be creating in a workshop.
You're not an elf.
Besides, how can you possibly be inspired inside?
But here, on the other hand,
if you're really looking for payback,
then what better place
to knock the upper east side out of the dark ages
than in the cradle of the renaissance itself?
Da Vincu, Galileo, Humphrey...
Dan:
Underwood?
Georgina:
Oh, dio mio. Have you learned nothing?
Technology means hackers.
We're going old school.
Don't just stand there. Start typing.
Dan:
Oh, grazie. I'm parched. Thank you.
Georgina:
You'll get yours when I get mine.
Real names this time. No holding back.
Everyone gers exposed. The naked truth.
Nate:
Faster!Faster!Faster!
Could this take any longer?
Woman:
I'm gonna ride this thing all night long.
I hate trains.
Excuse me. Can you, like, move your leg?
Oh...
Blair:
My god!
Do...that...again.
Chuck:
What's the rush?
We've got all the time in the world.
Gossip Girl(Voice Over):
Welcome back, upper east siders.
Call me superstitious,
but I've got a feeling this fall could be my last season.
Let's face it. I've been at this a long time.
But age breeds wisdom, and this I know--
The best is yet to come.
Today
Vanya:
You both look so relaxed.
Hamptons good for the soul, huh?
Lily:
Well, yes, the Hamptons were lovely.
but nothing compares to the Seychelles,
where Bart and l renewed our vows.
Bart:
Which was restorative.
But our time with Eric off the African coast
was the highlight.
Vanya:
Have you heard from Mr.Chuck?
Lily:
Well, we're hoping Charles used his summer to relaxed
as much as we have.
Vanya:
Well, I'm sure as soon as he sees what happy couple you are,
happy family won't be far behind.
Bart:
I'm not sure.
Look at all this. It'll take weeks to get through.
I thought Serena was keeping the apartment in order.
Lily:
Well, that was the deal.
And since she's been ignoring my texts,
our primary mode of communication,
I assumed she was taking care of it.
Vanya?
When is Serena gonna be back?
Vanya:
Ms.Serena?
I haven't seen her all summer.
Sage:
I really appreciate you taking the time to meet with me.
Nate:
Yeah, well, it's nice to have
someone else asking the questions for a change.
Plus professor Peiser taught
my favorite journalism class at Columbia.
Sage:
Well, clearly it worked. I mean, look how successful you are.
Nate:
Well, we're about to find out.
Sage:
I think it's really brave,
you deciding to run "The spectator" on your own.
No investors, no partners, no safety net.
Nate:
Wait, are you here to freak me out
or write a paper on--on my paper?
Sage:
Sorry. I'm just impressed.
Nate:
I wouldn't be going it alone if I didn't think I could succeed.
And I have a story on the horizon
I know is gonna secure the company's future.
Sage:
You wouldn't happen to want
To give professor Peiser's class an exclusive?
Nate:
No.
But I like your initiative,
And it we're still in business by the time you graduate.
Maybe I'll interview you for a job.
Lily, hey. How are you?
Serena? No, I haven't heard from her all summer.
I assumed she was somewhere
between Tulum and the Turks and caicos.
Don't--don't worry about it.
Serena's disappeared on us before,
But we always find her, and she's always fine.
Yes. Okay.
Blair:
I am well aware of the deadlines, mother.
You don't need to put any more pressure on me.
The stress is making my hair fall out in clumps.
Thank god for this chapeau.
If the Olsen twins can build a fashion empire
bossing around pattern drafters, then so can I.
Oh, I have to go.
Someone I actually want to speak to just walked up.
A bientot, maman.
Jean Pierre:
Bonjour, ma cherie.
Blair:
Ca va, Jean Pierre? How was your meeting?
Jean Pierre:
Good. Now that it's over. I can be here with you.
Blair:
You frenchmen. Must be why I always come back to Paris.
Jean Pierre:
Your mother again?
Blair:
I actually wish it was.
It's my friend Nate. Someone we know is missing.
Jean Pierre:
What happened?
Blair:
Who can say? She does it all the time.
I'm sure it's nothing.
Jean Pierre:
You don't sound convinced.
When was the last time you saw her?
When I kicked her out of my apartment
and told her my life would be better off without her in it.
Jean Pierre:
It appears she got the message. What are you going to do?
Blair:
Exactly what needs to be done--
Set some more meetings with buyers,
Look at the latest sketches,
Contact the textile mill
To see if they can move up production dates.
You don't have to take all this down.
You're not my assistant.
Jean Pierre:
No.
But I do care about you,
Which is why I'm booking you a ticket back to New York.
That's where you need to be right now.
For your friend.
Blair:
First class?
Jean Pierre:
Bulkhead by the window.
Blair:
Merci.
Jean Pierre:
De rien.
Georgina:
Did this really happen, you and Serena?
Dan:
On the bar of the Campbell apartment.
Every dirty detail exactly as it occurred.
Georgina:
Not that.
The part where you guys get it on is "Fifty shades of boring"
No offense.
After that, when you realized that she had a sex tape.
She said she erased it,
But did you actually see her do it?
Dan:
No. I--I don't know.
I mean, she said she would. I'm sure she did.
Georgina:
So she might still have it.
Are you going to answer that?
Dan:
No. It's Blair again,
And I know you might not believe this,
But I'd rather listen to you than
Blair and her excuses for dumping me.
Blair:
Dan, finally! Thank you for picking up.
I know you've been dodging my calls all summer,
But...I talked to Nate,
and no one knows where Serena is.
I thought you two might be together, hating me.
Are you with her?
Georgina:
Hello, Blair.
Blair:
Georgina.
I should've known it was you
From the sound of that disdainful silence.
Now I don't even want to know
why you are picking up Dan's phone,
But please put him on so I can speak to him. This is serious.
No one has seen Serena for months.
Not even gossip girl has posted about her.
Georgina:
And what could be worse than that?
Always good catching up, Blair.
Blair:
-Ciao. -Wait! No! No!
Georgina:
Okay, change of venue.
Dan:
What? Why? What did Blair say?
Georgina:
There's new ending for your book,
If we can find Serena before anyone else does.
Amira:
I don't understand what we're doing here, Chuck.
Chuck:
Neither do I.
But I'm trying to find out.
This was the last project my father worked on
Before he
How do I put this delicately?
Faked died.
He said he was in Miami,
But he was here in Dubai with you.
Amira:
As his translator.
And I already told you everything I know.
Chuck:
Look, I pored over all the records
When I took over bass industries,
And there was nothing about a project in Dubai.
And I know a view this breathtaking
would've taken up my father's time and interest.
Amira:
Once again, Chuck, I wish I could help.
When your father walked away from this, I lost out, too.
I'm not sure what else I can do.
Chuck:
Maybe you can translate for me.
Do you speak unstable psychopath?
Hello, Georgina.
To what do I owe the displeasure?
Gossip Girl(Voice Over):
From all around the world,
Our favorite upper east siders are asking the same questions.
But I couldn't care less.
Serena Van Der woodsen is dead.
At least to me.
Spotted at J.F.K. and Teterboro--
Our favorite U.E.S.Ers reterning home.
What motivated this sudden flurry of transatlantic travel?
Could it be a certain passport
that didn't get stamped this summer?
Lily:
No, her passport's here.
It was in a box with her other things.
So let's focus our efforts closer to home.
Thank you, officer.
Charles.
You didn't have to come home...
But I am so glad you did.
Chuck:
Of course.
Lily:
And you're not alone.
Amira:
Amira Abbar. Hello.
Chuck:
Amira's a new friend. we met in Dubai.
Bart:
Beautiful city.
With beautiful women.
I'm Bart Bass.
Son, I trust your summer was relaxing.
Chuck:
Indeed, father.
Nothing like travel to clear the mind.
I found Dubai fascinating.
Such a forward-looking city, yet so many links to the past.
Amira:
It's true. I showed Chuck all my favorite spots.
Blair:
Usually,
Chuck can find a woman's favorite spot all by himself.
Bart:
Blair, you're back, and you brought a friend.
Blair:
And who's your mystery guest?
Chuck:
I was just introducing her. Where were we?
Bart:
Just leaving.
Got a couple things to clear up at the office.
Lily:
Yes, I'm gonna head out with you.
I have one more place to check for Serena.
Nice to meet you.
Chuck:
Amira, I'll meet you at the hotel.
Blair:
Uh, yes. You can drop her off on your way to my mother's.
Dan:
I think there's jam on the steering wheel.
Georgina:
Consider yourself lucky if it's just jam.
I don't know how much time you've spent around babies...
Dan:
Onky yours, when you were pretending he was mine.
Georgina:
Constant pooping, food throwing.
random explosions out of every orifice--
Babies are nauseating.
Not that I don't love being a mother.
Dan:
Just not as much as going on secret missions with me.
Georgina:
A woman shouldn't have to choose.
Dan:
So wait, who-- who were you texting
When Philip dropped the Van off?
'Cause I think I was the last person to see Serena,
and I have no clue where she is.
Georgina:
Yes, but you forget that I've known S since ninth grade.
And whenever she hits a road bump in life,
inevitably she reaches for a bump of a diffrent kind.
And her favorite provider is...
Damien Dalgaard.
Dan:
You really think Serena's on drugs?
Georgina:
Well, hopefully, or clinically insane.
Either would be a great ending for your book.
What? Poughkeepsie's known for three things.
I highly doubt that S is enrolled at Vassar,
and she's cettainly not signed
for a taste testing at the culinary institute.
Dan:
Which leaves?
Georgina:
Where we're headed.
The Hudson River State Mental Hospital.
Blair:
Swear to me that nothing is going on between you and Amira.
When I saw you two together,
I thought you'd reneged on the promise we made.
Chuck:
Never. She's a weapon against my father.
That's all.
They were involved in some off-the-record business deal.
I brought het back to rattle him.
Blair:
Oh, she was his translator?
Well, you've always expressed admiration
for women who are good with tongues.
She's very pretty.
Chuck:
No prettier than your Jean Pierre.
As head of your public relations,
does he know how much you enjoy relations in public?
You two seem close.
Blair:
Well, he's been my constant companion
since i returned to paris.
Focusing on work has made it easier to be away from you.
Chuck:
If I had known it would be this difficult
going our separete ways, i would never have agreed.
Blair:
Well, we had to come to some kind of an agreement
or we never would've left that hotel room in Monte Carlo.
And...
We have much to do.
But like I said in the casino,
I'm all in.
Chuck:
My bet's on us.
Rufus:
Lily. What are you doing here?
I thought you and Bart were circling the globe
in an 80-foot yacht.
Lily:
Well, the yacht was 110 feet,
and most people who've actually been on one call it a boat.
Rufus:
I assume
you didn't come all the way to Brooklyn to tell me that.
Lily:
No. I didn't come here to tell you anything.
I came here to as. Have you seen Serena?
She's missing, and I thought she might've sought out Dan.
Rufus:
Well, Dan's in Italy,
and I haven't seen or heard from Serena.
Lily:
Oh, really? Is that why her sweater's here?
Rufus, you have reached an all-time low.
I mean, first, you left her hide here and then you lie to me,
right to my face.
Rufus:
That's not Serena's sweater.
Ivy:
It's mine.
Lily:
What is going on here?
Rufus:
Ivy's been staying here.
Lily:
Here? With you?
Ivy:
Lily, could I get you a glass of water?
You don't look well.
Lily:
I assure you I am quite all right.
Unlike you.
Ivy:
There's nothing wrong with Rufus. He saved me.
After I tore up your check you wrote me, I had nothing.
I was on the verge of doing something desperate,
and Rufus opened his home to me, gave me a second chance.
Rufus:
I don't know why it matters to you,
but she's sleeping in Dan's room.
Lily:
It doesn't matter to me.
None of it does.
My daughter is missing. God knows what happened to her.
And I don't know why she would ever think of coming here.
Blair;
This is all clothes and toiletries.
We're never gonnna discover Serena's secrets in her loofah.
Nate:
She never kept a day planner,
maybe an address book that might have some names in it?
Chuck:
Serena's life is on her cell phone,
and it seems to be the only thing she has with her.
Still nothing from Gossip girl?
Blair:
I checked.
Her last post on Serena was in the spring,
the day she moved out.
Nate:
Well, yeah, just because she hasn't written about Serena
doesn't mean she doesn't know anything about her.
Chuck:
You do have a personal correspondence with our poison pen pal.
Nate:
Yeah. Well, when I heard from Lily,
it was the first thing I tried.
Gossip girl didn't give me anything.
Blair:
Nate, you have to convince her.
Haven't you ever seen a Hitchcock movie
or watched "Dateline"?
There's only so many ways this goes--
kidnap/ransom, torture/murder, or brainwash/cult.
Chuck:
Okay, Blair, we get it.
Blair:
No, you don't.
We both know
that Serena is quite capable of hurting herself.
But...
this time, I'm afraid I hurt her, too.
Nate:
There is one more thing I can try.
Blair:
Anything, please.
Chuck:
If you have a card, now's the time to play it.
It's okay.
We'll find her.
Gossip Girl(Voice Over):
Looks like N. Is about to save the day.
But we'll see if he can still save his friend.
Ivy:
And that way, we could take advantage
Of the natural light.
What do you think?
Earth to Rufus.
Have you heard one thing I've said?
Rufus:
Oh, yeah. Sorry.
Um, "Earth to rufus."
That's a really cool name for a solo record, by the way.
Ivy:
Admit it.
Lily's visit upset you,
Not just because something could've happened to Serena,
but because Lily would think
there was something going on between us.
All you've done is been a good person.
Rufus:
What I've done is
dragged you from one potential art gallery to another.
I mean, if you have to see one more polished concreate floor...
Ivy:
It was fun.
And it was worth it, finding this place.
Look, I'll call the agent,
and I'll tell him you'll take it,
and I'll go pick up the keys.
Rufus:
I can't let you do all that.
Ivy;
You can and you will,
because you're gonna be too busy helping Lily.
Rufus:
Well, I guess I was Serena's dad longer than anyone else.
Ivy:
Which is why you should go.
Rufus:
Thanks, Ivy.
And, um...
If there are any problems with that realtor...
Ivy:
There won't be. I've got this.
Trust me.
Lola:
Hi. You've reached Lola. Leave a message.
Ivy:
Lola, hi. It's Ivy.
So congrats on booking a TV series.
NBC, huh?
It's very impressive.
Well, whatever acting you have going on over there
has nothing on my performance.
Rufus Humphrey-- he's easy on the eyes
and even easier to manipulate.
Call me.
Nate:
All right, so we're not too far
from where Gossip girl said she is.
Chuck:
What makes you so sure
we're not being led on a wild goose chase, Nathaniel?
I mean, Gossip girl is only slightly less trustworthy
than, say, Georgina Sparks or...
Me.
Dan:
You know, you could at least pretend you're relieved
that Serena wasn't institutionalized.
Georgina:
Any disappointment you're sensing is not because
the mental hospital was a dead end.
It stems from the fact that you and I missed out
on a real opportunity.
Empty hospital bed,
4-point restraints, soundproof rubber walls--
Dan:
No, no, no, no, no. You stop right there
before I start chugging this premium unleaded.
Nate:
I paid a serious price for Serena's location.
I was gonna break a major story.
I had surveillance video
that could've led me to the identity of Gossip girl.
Blair:
Unmasking Gossip girl? That's a major media coup.
I--I can't imagine a better way to relaunch "The spectator."
Nate:
Yeah, well, you're gonna have to.
I traded the whole story to find out where Serena is.
Chuck:
I don't understand.
Blair:
It's noble and selfless.
Of course you don't.
Chuck:
You put your whole venture at risk.
Nate:
Hey, if it helps Serena, it's worth it.
Georgina:
Come on, Humphrey.
I can go undercover as a patient.
You could be my orderly.
Something about mental hospitals really just...
gets me going.
Dan:
Yeah, it's because you're insane.
I say we turn around right now to go home
and pretend none of this ever happened.
Georgina:
Start the car now, Dan.
We have to see what this odyssey can do in an open road.
Dan:
And I'd say 40, 45 max.
Why? What's the sudden rush?
Georgina:
That limo is Chuck's. I memorized the license plate.
I knew he and Blair knew where Serena was.
Damien was right all along.
We have to get there before they do.
Serena recouping in rehab is much less interesting
than a full-on slut spiral.
Dan:
That's a heartwarming tale,
but why--why would you just assumed
that Chuck is with Blair anyway?
No, hey!
Georgina, wait a second. Wait a second. You gotta hold up.
What are you doing?
- Get in! - Open the--stop the car.