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♪ ("WITHOUT YOU"
BY PERFUME GENIUS PLAYING) ♪

GOSSIP GIRL: Morning, followers.
Gossip Girl here.

Márquez once said,
"We all have three lives.

-A public life,
a private life..."
-You have any fun, at least?

-Of course. Always.
-"...and a secret life."

I'm off to Berlin.
I'll be back tomorrow.

-GOSSIP GIRL: But he left out
the most important one.
-Love you, Dad.

-(CELLPHONE PINGS)
-GOSSIP GIRL: Our dating life.

♪ It's a blurry shape... ♪

GOSSIP GIRL: And ever since JC
got ditched by Noble O

for a little Z, she's been
on an international manhunt

for a worthy replacement.

She's gone truffle hunting

with the Italian
prime minister's son...

(TALKING IN ITALIAN)

The truffle is a passion,
and you need passion
to hunt them.

But this dress is a sample.

GOSSIP GIRL: ...yachting
with the last Shah of Iran's
grandson...

Might I invite you to steam
in my huge hammam?

GOSSIP GIRL: She even
shared a green juice

with the Bonus Jonas.

All he could talk about
was how PC told him

he was cuter than Joe
and Kevin combined.

GOSSIP GIRL:
Spies tell us nary a one

wanted a second bite
at her apple.

What?

GOSSIP GIRL: Perhaps this
will provide a temporary balm?

Little Z may occupy
JC's former residence

on the arm of the prince
of New York,

but she's definitely not
to the manor born.

Hope the prince
doesn't lose interest,

or Little Z may
find herself Lonely Z.

Maybe they're sisters after all.

The throne is waiting,
but it won't sit empty for long.

♪ (SONG CONCLUDES) ♪

MONET DE HAAN: Quelle disaster.

Even Timothée
rescinded his invite to MIPCOM

after seeing these!

MONET: You need to stop
being so choosey.

Everyone knows the only way
to get over an heir
is to get under another one.

I tried. I guess heirs
just aren't as giving
as I'm used to.

I didn't like any of them.

You don't have to like them,
you just have to date them.

MONET: Jules, I hate to say this
to you,

because fuck the patriarchy,
right?

But, um, the men
always win this.

Brad Pitt is ancient,

yet he wins an Oscar
for showing his desiccated abs,

while a still-prime Angelina
disappears a Disney witch.

Maybe it doesn't have
to be about a man?

Millie Bobby Brown
isn't defined by who she dates.

Millie Bobby Brown
is pre-sexual.

You need a new Brad
or it's Havisham for you.

-Also, fuck the patriarchy.
-AUDREY HOPE: Jules.

-Do you have to pee?
-No.

Oh, me too. Thank you.
Bye. (CHUCKLES)

So, if I tell you something,

do you swear on your Loewe
not to tell anyone?

-Did you kill someone?
-Worse.

I may have slept with Max.

-May have or did?
-I did! I did!

I slept with Max!
I slept with Max many times.

What? Why?

When? Basically all
of the interrogatives.

You've known him
for a decade. Why now?

I don't know what happened.
Kiki drama? Sexual ennui?

My apparently latent
self-destructive tendencies?

It was one night. One long,
surprisingly informative night,

like, Jules...

-Are you gonna tell Aki?
-I mean, I feel terrible,

but it had nothing to do
with him. I love him.

Until I can give him a reason
for these anomalous actions,

why cause him pain
with the truth?

Consider my friend-DA signed.

I just hope Gossip Girl
doesn't find out.

You're right.
Now that she's verified,

if she posts it,
people might believe it's true.

It is true.

I know! I'm a bad person!
I'm a bad person!

I'm a terrible person.

Why, because you wiped out
at LES?

No, but I deserve to.
I'm a terrible person.

You are like the last person
to be classified as terrible.

-What if I told you
I cheated on Audrey?
-I wouldn't believe you.

What if I told you I may have
made out with someone

other than Audrey?

-You may have or you did?
-I did!

I made out with someone.

Okay, um...
Was it a one-time thing,

-or this was a recurring--
-Yes. Never again. Just once.

Okay then, who cares?

I mean, you still want
to be with Audrey, right?

Of course. I love her.

This had nothing to do with her.

Okay, then why cause her
the stress and embarrassment
of your fuck-up?

You know what I mean?

Look, if it was a mistake,
just learn from it and move on.

And make sure that
whoever she is...

does not kiss and tell.

-♪ (GENTLE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
-(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(JULIEN CALLOWAY CLEARS THROAT)

-That wasn't awkward.
-Shh!

-Gossip Girl could be listening!
-Yeah, she's everywhere.

-Hey. Something's up.
-I know. It's working.

No. Something else.
Check your e-mail.

Burton called a mandatory
meeting after school.

-KATE KELLER:
I'm sure it's unrelated.
-I'm not.

♪ ("SAME DAMN LUCK"
BY NILÜFER YANYA PLAYING) ♪

STUDENT 1: Oh, my God.
There she is.

-(CAMERA SHUTTERS CLICKING)
-STUDENT 2: She knows?
Taylor, did you see this?

(STUDENTS GOSSIPING)

STUDENT 3: I don't know, I gotta
go for Pizza Rat. (LAUGHS)

♪ News, all bad news lately... ♪

"Who wore it better?
Pizza Face or Pizza Rat?"

Just forget about it, all right?

By the time you refresh,
it'll be gone.

Wow, you're right.
And now it's a poll.

♪ They all knew... ♪

If it makes you feel any better,
that rat is an iconic
New Yorker.

Yeah, so is Zora Neale Hurston,

but no one's
comparing me to her.

Okay, this is why I stay
off of social media entirely.

Well, you don't even have to.
Whenever you eat,

it looks like a dinner party
in T magazine.

(CHUCKLES)

Speaking of dinner, my dad
would like to have you over.

He said since
I'm staying at Constance

and I appear to be
serious about you,

he'd like to get
to know you better.

Um... I'm stuck
on "appear to be."

He's a lawyer. It's always
about how it appears to be.

But don't feel obligated to it.
It's just...

No, are you kidding?
I mean, we can't hang out in...

morning runs and free periods
and walks home forever.

I want to take you out
on a...

-a real date.
-(CHUCKLES)

And I understand
your dad's apprehension.

So I will bring all the charm
that I own.

♪ Don't assume, assume ♪

♪ (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪

-Tragic. Just look at her.
-LUNA LA: I can't.

My transition Lapimas don't dim
from daylight to depression.

Yeah, we've worked too hard

to let Julien abdicate
without a fight.

I know, but we've tried
every man on the Quest 400 list.

Who's left?

Maybe it isn't about a man.
Maybe it's her.

Are you guys talking about me?

-No. Of course not.
-Totally and completely, yeah.

I don't need you to pile on too,
Max. I'm exhausted.

You want to know why no one
you've been on a date with wants
to get to know you better? Hmm?

It's 'cause they can't.

You're a billboard, not a body.

Curated, untouchable,
willingly filtered by you,

-your stylist and publicist.
-PR representative.

It's like I lost myself somehow.

Which is why I propose
that we find her together.

A Manhattan Maxploration,
tonight.

Consider me your White Rabbit.

We're gonna do things
that you've never done before,

in places you have
never gone before.

And when we are done,
you are gonna be so real,

that even Obie will remember

why he loved you
in the first place.

Audrey can vouch for how good
I am at demolishing inhibitions.

Fine, go out.

But don't worry about
how it looks.

Do it for yourself
and do not document it.

-Document it!
-Oh, my God, document it.

You in?

♪ (CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

-I'm in.
-♪ (MUSIC STOPS) ♪

VIVIAN BURTON:
I know you're all curious

why I called this all-hands.

And so I'm just gonna
cut to the chase. Gossip Girl.

I'm sure you're aware of it.

An anonymous Instagram account
that spies on our students

and spreads rumors about them,

students whose parents
rather generously

keep the lights on around here.

And many of those parents
are now threatening

to pull their donations
if this situation isn't solved.

-We're dead. Worse than dead.
-BURTON: My predecessor...

-A Netflix documentary
on dead people.
-(WHISPERS) Jordan.

...of a pernicious presence
that would sabotage

students' studies,

their social lives,
even hijack graduation.

And now it's happening again.

-Vivian, if I may?
-Oh, of course, Linda.

I've found Gossip Girl
surprisingly helpful.

My students have seemed,
I don't know, more mindful

of what they say and...

what they do around each other.

I agree. I'd even go
so far as to say

the students are more respectful
to us as well.

HENRY SCHACHTER: With apologies
to my wife and Mr. Caparros,

I firmly disagree.
Gossip Girl is a cancer.

Kids are on their phones
more now than ever.

And in class.

Well, to address Mr. Schacter's
very valid concern,

students will no longer

have access to their phones
during the school day.

That's gonna be bad
for business.

And you may have noticed
some new bodies in our halls.

One of our parents
has graciously donated

a consultancy
with an intelligence agency.

They will conduct
a swift investigation

to determine the source
of our stress.

By this time next week,

Gossip Girl must be exposed
and expelled.

Oh, my God,
they hired Black Cube!

Let's not panic. We just have
to keep them off our scent.

You're all following GG from
your own accounts, right?

Rude, of course we are.

Okay. Then, like the posts
and watch the videos.

A lot of teachers do,
so if you don't, you stand out.

And no DMs from your accounts
to GG ever.

REEMA: We also shouldn't
post from school, right?

-They could trace it?
-I put a firewall on the server.

As long as you stay
on our Wi-Fi, you're safe.

How can you be so sure?

I'm the computer science
teacher.

And don't post
during school hours.

Now that kids won't have phones,
it could point towards faculty.

But as soon as the bell rings,
I'll keep the posts flowing.

It would cast more light on us
if we slowed after that meeting.

Maybe mix things up a little?

Shine some of that light
on teachers,

make it look more like
it's a disgruntled student?

Got any dirt
from the home office?

Ready to get buried?
We can start with the Schacters.

Henry's been having an affair
with Libby the Librarian.

Ooh.

Make that item blind.

Maybe there are more affairs
around here

and we can get some great tips?

ROY: They had perfect porcinis
at Eataly today,

so I told Rocky
risotto ai funghi is imperative.

Even though, um, your dad
is doing "keto" again.

-(LAUGHS)
-Which we both know is a lie.
(CHUCKLES)

Oh. There was never
an entrance he didn't make.

-Or a corset he couldn't cinch.
-Oh, this old McQueen?

ROY: Your, uh,
your hair is different.

Serge gave me a blowout.
You like?

It's, um... It's voluminous.

GIDEON: Oh, Rocky,
this looks glorious.

ROCKY: As do you.

So, where are you off to
after this?

Critics preview for
Jeremy O. Harris's new play:

AARON at The Public.

-Mm.
-GIDEON: It's, um...

A very loose adaptation
of Titus Andronicus...

focusing on Aaron the moor.

Gore and genitals?
Save me a full-frontal seat.

I have.
Opening's tomorrow night.

There's a ticket block
for all of your friends.

And Pops.

What are you going to do tonight
while I'm at the preview, hon?

Stay home. Working on the plans

for Ina and Jeffrey's
hornbeam hedge.

(ROY CHUCKLES)

You know, maybe it's best

not to wear that
tomorrow night.

Mm! And this is keto.

OBIE BERGMANN:
As that essentially forces
them out of this neighborhood

and leaves the area
wide open for developers

who were already circling.

Like your parents?

Yeah, and everybody else
who sees the Navy Yard

as this billion-dollar
waterfront property

and not a neighborhood.

But I think that...

privilege ignores the realities
of systemic issues.

I'm surprised to hear you speak
about your family this way.

Yeah, well, it's nothing
I haven't told them.

(CHUCKLES) And they...
they support me.

They want me to remind them,
keep them honest.

-Hey, Z?
-Hmm?

Feel like joining
the conversation?

I'm-- I'm sorry. I...
I know I'm being rude.

It's just, I'm trending.

Or at least, the hashtag
"Zugly" is.

It's Luna La.

-She started it.
-How do you know?

"Hey Ju-lions! Let's get
the hashtag 'Zugly' trending."

It's all so toxic.
I tried to tell Julien

-that social media
was ruining her life--
-(NICK LOTT CLEARS THROAT)

How about we put away
our phones...

and discuss how much
I'm enjoying

getting to know Obie here?

Are you, um, are you
enjoying it enough

to consider letting us
go on a real date?

-Not yet.
-Okay.

(CHUCKLES)
But, you know, getting closer.

(BOTH MOANING)

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

-(SIGHS) Sorry.
-What's wrong?

Just not into
eye contact tonight.

Yeah!

(MOANING) Keep going!

Keep going!

-Whoa!
-Oh, sorry.

No. Just wasn't expecting that--

-I guess I overshot.
-By a lot.

(PANTING)

I'm sorry.

It just caught me by surprise.

Uh... Just need some time
to, uh... recoup.

Yeah, take your time.

♪ ("IPHONE"
BY RICO NASTY PLAYING) ♪

♪ Smoking so much gas
I forgot to put my mask on ♪

-Woo!
-(CORK POPPING)

♪ Called you off my iPhone ♪

♪ Let me hold my hair for you
While you put my-- ♪

♪ ("ACID RAIN"
BY LXURY PLAYING) ♪

(CHEERING)

Status update?

Uh, you're in your underwear
in the Daily Mail.

I'm in my underwear
on the Daily Mail.

(CHEERING)

We'll WhatsApp that to Timothée.

Actually, don't.
You'll get arrested.

Want some?

Uh... No, thank you,
I'm intermittent fasting.

But offer some
to that girl there? Hey.

All right, so you're allowed
no more than two

but no less than one.

I love solving inequalities!

(SNORTING, MOANING)

(SNIFFS) Oh!

-(JULIEN SNORTS, GASPS)
-Oh, okay.

-What was that?
-Space coke.

-Is that like coke from NASA?
-It's coke with ketamine.

Oh!

-♪ (MUSIC CONTINUES) ♪
-(JULIEN EXCLAIMING)

-MAX: Yeah! (LAUGHING)
-Woo!

I'll help with dessert
in a moment!

(DOOR CLOSES)

-(DIAL TONE RINGING)
-(PHONE VIBRATES)

What is it?
Is it an Amber Alert?

Someone's calling you.

-ZOYA: Hello?
-Do not call list.

-It-- It's Zoya.
-LUNA: I don't know her.

I know you made
the Zugly hashtag.

Yes, and?

ZOYA: And I'm asking you
to stop it?

Mm! An ingenious portmanteau
like that

only derives from a place
of truth.

You can't dress like the Paramus
Uniqlo's back-to-school sale

-and not expect some feedback.
-(NOTIFICATION BELL PINGS)

-My name's--
-No.

-ZOYA: So, what are you saying?
-(CLEARS THROAT)

I could, um,
try to Pygmalion you.

Pygmalion me?

Queer Eye, Princess Diary,
Pretty Woman you.

Yeah, I know the reference.

I'm just surprised you do.
Isn't it anti-feminist?

I don't mean a feminized
transformation

in order to please a cis man.

I'm talking elevating
your taste level

so that no one
calls you Zugly again.

Look, I don't want to become
some inauthentic version
of myself.

When I'm done with you,
you won't know the difference.

As long as you're on Obie's arm,
you're in the spotlight.

It can be a blinding glare
or a benevolent glow.

-LUNA: So what's it gonna be?
-Well--

-(LINE DISCONNECTS)
-(SIGHS)

If Julien falls, we aren't
going down with her.

Might as well get in
with the new world order.

-(SIGHS) Well, that was--
-Informative?

Sometimes it's important to
experiment to see what you like.

Or don't.

I love you. Good night.

I love you too.

(PHONE VIBRATES)

GOSSIP GIRL: This just in.

Looks like one of Constance's
most constant couples

isn't as coupled as we thought.

We hear one half strayed,
but not too far from the nest,

in fact, with someone
close to both parties.

You okay, babe?

Yeah, just, uh... reading
Sight and Sound. You?

Town and Country.

GOSSIP GIRL: That's the fun
thing about blind items.

We often don't see what's right
in front of our eyes.

♪ (DANCE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

-I love your cat suit.
-Thank you!

It's my cast aside cat suit!

Oh, babe,
whoever broke up with you

doesn't deserve you
in the first place.

♪ (MUSIC CONTINUES) ♪

My boyfriend dumped me for
my sister-- well, half-sister--

who I basically imported
from, like, Siberia.

So I am on the warpath
to get over him tonight.

-LOLA: You are a warrior!
-I am.

-I am a warrior!
-LOLA: Maybe I should be, too.

I have been dating my boyfriend
for a year,

and he still won't go
public with me.

We go off-peak to off-grid
places like this.

Or I sleep over two nights
a week at his pied-à-terre.

Sounds like he's
hiding something.

Bring him to the red table!

LOLA: I should.

Like, is it his problem or mine
for caring so much?

The moral of the story?
You can't rely on any man.

You can only rely
on yourself, right?

That's so fucking true.

♪ (DANCE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

-Are we swiping?
-Uh, GPSing.

It is one on Wednesday.

We need to see where
the migaytion is flocking on.

-(JULIEN CHUCKLES)
-MAX: I'll check the LES.

Oh... Tap him, he's cute.
(GASPS) And he likes pigs!

-Oh, that's not what that means.
-What? (CHUCKLES)

-Oh, my God.
-Oh, my God.

My dad.

No, my dad.

GOSSIP GIRL: And sometimes,
when we least expect it,

our eyes are opened for us.

My advice? Don't look away.

♪ (HURRIED MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Something happened.

They're calling teachers in
for private interviews.

What? Why?
We did everything right.

I told you, they're Black Cube!

-They know things!
-It's a crusade.

They won't stop till there's
a head on a spike.

I once saw on an episode
of The Americans

that if you squeeze your anus,
you can dupe a lie detector.

All Burton wants is
for this to go away.

She won't stop until it does.

Which is why we need
to end it for her.

We need a fall guy.

How about a fall gay?

He refused to join us
and knows our secrets.

-Two birds, one stone?
-We can't do that. Can we?

He's too big of a fish to fry.

Then who? We need
to scapegoat someone

before we're strapped
to the chair ourselves.

-Shit. Shit.
-I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

You, uh, rough night?

-Um... One could say that.
-You okay?

I'm actually glad
I ran into you.

The craziest thing happened

and I just need to talk about it
with someone I can trust.

Last night...

-You know what, forget it.
-No, um, it's, um--

I'm sorry, all right? It's just,
I probably shouldn't--

Yeah, of course. You shouldn't.
But you did anyway, so.

♪ (MELLOW MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

Hey, did you come in
the side way?
I've been waiting for you!

Someone sent Deuxmoi
my old Dubsmashes,

-and now everyone is just la--
-(CHUCKLES)

You can't use your phone
at school!

Hey. All right. Okay, okay.
All right. Look, look, look,

I know what's gonna
cheer you up.

Your dad gave us permission
for our first real date!

Yeah. And I got us tickets
to Jeremy O. Harris's new play.
Opening night.

When I told him what it was,
he caved because he knows

how important theater
is to you and everything.

And you can tell me
what it all means afterwards.

'Cause you know,
off-Broadway is like...

all confusing and...

-I thought you loved
the theater?
-No, I do. I do.

And I couldn't be more excited.
Excuse me.

-You told Gossip Girl about us?
-Shizukani, Akeno.

I have not had enough espresso
or Vyvanse for this encounter.

-So you admit you did it?
-What, spill the bathwater?

No, of course not.

Do you know how many people
cheat in this school?

This place has more
side pieces than Versailles.

She could have meant any couple.

That post was clearly me

-and Aud--
-What about me?

Um... That, uh, you look
good enough to eat.

Oh.

Could you get me
a contraband straw?

This paper ones always break.

What the hell, Wolfe!
You told Gossip Girl about us?

Oh, for fuck's sake,
not this again.

-Again? What do you mean again?
-Why is everyone on my case?

I have a lot of things
on my mind right now

and your lesbian bed death
is certainly not one of them.

You know what? If you're so
worried about it getting out,

maybe you shouldn't have
done it in the first place!

This one's made of wheat.

Progress report on
the sins of our fathers?

I searched the entire house
last night

and couldn't find a thing.

No hidden passages from the
service entrance to his room.

No stray La Perlas
in the closet.

No sign of a girlfriend at all.
So, he is hiding her.

-But why?
-Hm.

I Insta-stalked her.
Lola Morgan.

-Singer-songwriter.
-Hm, that tracks.

I'm determined
to gain clarity on this.

What about you?

I gently prodded Dad and he said
they've never opened,

so I don't know why Pops
is on there "newly single."

So of course, I had
to take drastic measures.

He probably has his reasons.
Maybe just leave it alone?

Mm... Maybe Davis has his
and you should too?

ZOYA: The Prince and the Popo?

LUNA: "The new girl on the arm
of prince of New York

Otto Bergmann IV
is something called a Zoya Lott.

And no, apparently,
that's not her drag name.

An import from
a shtetl called Buffalo,

Lott was overheard
at not-spot Via Quadronno

saying New York smelled
like garbage."

It was literally garbage day!

(SCOFFS) It's New York.
It's always garbage day.

When are you going to get it?

As far as the press
is concerned,

he's R-Patz
and you're Suki nobody.

This is the land
of schadenfreude on Adderall.

You need to curate
your image as meticulously

as a Gagauzian exhibit
and follow only my rules.

Otherwise, you'll end up being
banned like a plastic bag

on the corner of Lex
and D'Agostino.

Okay, I'm going to an opening
with Obie tonight,

so I need your help now
more than ever.

-Then let's get started.
-♪ ("STOP!" BY UPSAHL PLAYING) ♪

First rule.
Never speak in public,

which you've just learned.

Second rule.
Never look directly at a camera.

Never look directly anywhere.

-These are contacts.
-I don't wear contacts.

Exactly. They'll make
everything blurry.

This way, you'll always
look like you're smizing.

Because you literally
can't see anything.

Third rule. Never sweat.

-Relax, it's just Botox.
-I don't want Botox, I'm 14!

It's preventative.

And don't worry, it's not
for your face, anyway.

Then what is it for?

Fine, a pad will do. Lift.

-That'll make me sweat more.
-And now no one will see it.

-Fourth rule. Know your side.
-I have a side?

You do and it's not
facing me right now.

Are you taking notes?

♪ My heart's gonna beat so fast
Gonna beat so fast ♪

♪ Gonna beat so fast
That it might stop! ♪

♪ Oh, it feels like my ♪

♪ Woo, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Woo, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh
Woo, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ♪

♪ Woo, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh... ♪

And finally, five tenets
to live and die by in public.

Never eat, cry, PDA,
MTA or wear flats.

-Where am I supposed to eat?
-In private,

with the blinds drawn.
And whatever you do,

never trust the doorman.
They sell tips to TMZ.

No way! Jimmy's been
in the building

-since the '70s when
my grandma first moved there.
-Ew. You live with your grandma?

No. I mean, she's in a home,
but I stay in her apartment,

which is probably something
I shouldn't have told you

because it's rent-controlled
and the board doesn't know
that I'm there, but--

Do I look like I want a story?
You're a client,
not a colleague.

Now show me what's in your bag.

Hey!

I shouldn't be seen
with you right now.

It's fine, Gossip Girl
knows nothing, okay?

But she could find out.

If you want to guarantee,
I'll never tell...

-More steam-room shenanigans?
-(CHUCKLES)

More of a catfishing expedition.

I need you to create
a fake Scruff profile

and use it on my dad.

Are you out
of your fucking mind?

Look, I need proof that he
is using the app
for more than perusal.

-Why don't you just
do it yourself?
-You want me to sext my father?

Is it any better you want me to?

No, not as you. As Rafa. Okay?

Clone his profile
and get chatty.

No nudes, no private album,

just the innocent intention
of meeting up on record.

This is ridiculous,
even for you.

Well, since the guy
won't fuck me,

I might as well fuck with him.

Here. Come on, I'll even--
I'll set it up myself.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

♪ ("TEAR DROP"
BY MASSIVE ATTACK PLAYING) ♪

GOSSIP GIRL: Spotted on
the corner of Bedford:

JC donning her best disguise.

♪ Love, love is a verb
Love is a doing... ♪

GOSSIP GIRL:
And is she the only one?

♪ Fearless on my breath ♪

♪ Gentle impulsion
Shakes me makes me lighter ♪

♪ Fearless on my breath ♪

♪ Black flowers blossom
Fearless on my breath ♪

♪ Teardrop on the fire
Fearless on my breath ♪

GOSSIP GIRL: Guess we better
run to the box office

to get our own ticket
for tonight's show.

Something is clearly
about to go down.

♪ Stumbling down ♪

What in God's name
are you wearing?

Your father thought it advisable

not to ruffle
any feathers tonight.

Although, to be honest,
I would rather be wearing them.

-Well, why aren't you, then?
-He said I looked great.

Dignified.

Oh, that's because
you look like him.

-Maximus--
-No, no, wait.

I do not want to ruffle
any feathers either, okay?

But you raised me to be
my most authentic self,

-did you not?
-Of course we did. And you are.

And we wouldn't have it
any other way.

Then you need to start
following your own advice.

Be you. To hell with what
anyone else says.

-Even Pops.
-Oh. I don't know--

Did I not see the most
spectacular Kamali number

in your closet? That would
just be perfect for tonight.

-I know. I did have it tailored.
-Yeah, yeah.

Okay, well I'm excited
to see it on you.

Go. I'll change, too.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Since when do you take a car?

Remind me to learn
how to Citi-bike in a dress?

So this is what you
look like at night?

It, uh-- It is now.

It's beautiful.
You're beautiful.

Thank you.

You know, I'm really glad
you invited me

as your plus one tonight.
I feel like it's been forever

since we did something
like this, just the two of us.

Well, I'm really glad
you're back from Berlin.

But you must be exhausted.
You should have coffee.

I heard the play is very long
and full of surprises.

-You're gonna want to be awake.
-Okay.

-I'll be right back.
-Sure.

Hey, what did he say, exactly?

Why don't you
just read it yourself?

He was hesitant at first
but then he asked

if we could come over
to my place next weekend.

That's when my dad's in London.
Okay, um--

Okay, maybe-- maybe I do
need to read it for myself?

-What's your password?
-2046.

Wong Kar-Wai's
unsung masterpiece.

Did you just steal my phone?

Thank God you're
sitting next to us.

I cannot be near Max,
or Aki might put it together.

I really don't think Gossip Girl
was referring to you.

Optically speaking, I would like
to err on the side of caution.

Proximity plus the wine
I'm gonna need

to get through this play
are not a good combo.

What are you looking for?

Hi. (GIGGLES)

There's Max.

Who knew you liked a grand
romantic gesture so much?

Lola.

-What are you--
-You look surprised.

Yes, I do exist before
the clock strikes 11:00.

Those lily roses with the ticket
tucked and twined?

-So thoughtful.
-(CHUCKLES)

And opening night,
what a way to go public!

(GASPS) At The Public!

Well, I am so glad
it worked out. (INHALES)

Would you excuse me
for one minute?

I should hit
the bathroom before--

Okay.

I'll be here. (CHUCKLES)

♪ Lonely tonight ♪

AKI MENZIES: Oh God,
what did you do?

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

Normally I wouldn't accept
a gift from a student.

But I'm a huge fan
of Jeremy's work,

-so thank your dad for me?
-You can thank him yourself.

I'll introduce you
after the show.

You know what?
You deserve a better seat.

Here, take my ticket instead.

(WHISTLES)

-Oh... I need your ticket.
-The extra one you gave me?

No, I need it.

The sacrifices we make
for the theater, darling.

Next time,
steal someone else's plan.

But this is obstructed view!

Well, guess you need
to gain some clarity.

(THEATER BELL SOUNDS)

Let the play around
the play begin.

-(THEATER BELL CONTINUES)
-(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

♪ (OPERATIC MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

-(MAX SIGHS IN RELIEF)
-(AUDREY SCOFFS)

Thought you were supposed
to sit with your dads?

You don't like me in the middle?

-AUDREY: Sorry.
-Dude, give me back my phone!

♪ (MUSIC CONTINUES) ♪

Ooh, looks like someone's been
doing extra credit homework.

What are you guys doing?

-Nothing.
-Nothing.

"AARON features
full frontal nudity,

potentially disturbing
realistically depicted violence,

simulated and non-simulated
sex scenes,

and..." (GROANS)
"...audience participation."

Try and put on
a brave face, dear.

It's a miracle
the theater's even open.

What do you know?

Mr. Caparros, right?

Who?

-Max's Classics teacher!
-Of course. Nice to see you.

And please, Rafa.

I don't think you two
know each other.

Uh, no, no. We certainly don't.

-Nice to meet you.
-This is my husband, Roy Sachs.

Honey, I think you had
a walkthrough in Wilton,

the day of parent-teacher
conferences.

I was so thrilled to learn
you're having them

-read Catullus
and Ovid this term.
-Mm.

All right, I've got Justin's,
peanut M&Ms and Tate's.

They're the gluten-free ones,
'cause they were out
of the regular.

I'm good. Thank you.

-I thought you loved M&Ms.
-I'm just not very hungry.

(CANDY WRAPPER RUSTLING)

You know, I saw Hamilton here
with Max,

before it went on Broadway.

You into that play?

No doubt it's a work of art.

-Um, but--
-But what?

-OBIE: What?
-(ZOYA SCOFFS)

Of course.

I thought you were coming here
with your dad?

I don't have to tell you
who I am or am not here with.

It's the least you can do.

♪ (CHOIR MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

-Can you remove your hat?
-Uh... No.

Who's that that your--
Who's that that your dad's with?

Why? Do you want
to date her, too?

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(DAVIS CLEARS THROAT)

That's my...

-She's my--
-Your daughter?

Who I now realize I met
the other night.

You didn't invite me here,
did you?

LX 1. LX 2, go.

Aaron, go.

(AARON HOWLS, BARKS)

(AARON PANTING, GALLOPING)

(AARON PANTS, SNIFFS)

(PHONE VIBRATES)

AARON: What?

What?

(SHOUTING) Have I not arrived
as you assumed I would?

Like a black dog.

As the saying is...

You do know who I am, right?

The inhuman dog.

Unhallowed slave.

Who said it first?
(EXHALES ANGRILY)

You...

Who said it first?

(CHUCKLES)

My... (SHOUTING) ...father
said it of my father!

♪ ("NEVER SAY NEVER"
BY ROMEO VOID PLAYING) ♪

So, what'd you think?
It was pretty intense, huh?

And you're still shocked, I see.

There's a four-block rule.

You can't talk about the work
until you're four blocks away.

I've never known you to wait
half a block to say anything.

Thank you.

Now you're turning down
lemongrass chicken?

The play was, like,
four hours long, I mean...

Well, you must be... starving.

(INHALES SHARPLY)
I'll be right back.

-Hey. Hey. We need to talk.
-Do we?

Because I'm pretty sure
whatever you say,

you'll be leaving
a lot out as usual.

-What you did tonight was--
-Oh, I'm at fault?

Do I have a secret apartment?
A secret partner, a secret life?

It was never my intention
to hide anything from you.

But you did. And you didn't
just hide it, you lied.

All of these trips you take,
how many are real

and how many
are ten blocks away?

-It's not that simp--
-Okay, yeah.

I guess we just have more
in common than I realized.

We both have a public life
and a private one.

I don't want to do that anymore.

-Hey, Julien. I am sorry--
-It's not your fault.

But a tip?

You should probably find someone
who isn't afraid to be seen
with you.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Burton emailed me
my interrogation time.

During school hours, like...
(CHUCKLES)

I guess it's more important
to talk to a bunch of black hats

about an anonymous
Instagram account

-than actually teach students?
-It's not anonymous to you.

(CLICKS TONGUE)
George doesn't understand
our little social experiment.

He went to public school
in Suburbia

where everybody was nice
to each other.

This isn't something
to joke about.

That firm exposed billionaires,

uncovered massive
corporate security breaches.

They worked for Weinstein.
You think you can outsmart them?

I did place a firewall
on the school servers.

These people invented firewalls.

You should quit now before your
entire careers are destroyed.

I understand
your concerns, George.

But the school board doesn't
actually care about Gossip Girl.

They just hate the noise.

We're in the midst
of figuring out a way

-to quiet it all down.
-(SIGHS)

You're my wife.
I can't help but worry.

You know why I was fired?

My boss, a father
at your school,

knew I knew
he had expensed escorts.

KATE:
That's why we're doing this.

To hold these people
and their kids accountable.

-You could expose him.
-I've already lost my job.

I don't want to lose
my integrity on top of that.

Besides, privilege and power,

no matter how amoral,
will always win in the end.

And the people at the bottom
will always end up with nothing.

People like us. Sorry,
where's your bathroom?

Um... Just down the hall,
to the left.

We are a bit wrapped up in it.

Well, of course we are.
We created it.

Maybe we should be considering

if it's worth risking
everything we care about?

I like being a teacher.
Don't you?

(SMACKS LIPS) I'll get us
another bottle. (CLEARS THROAT)

(FOOTSTEPS RECEDING)

Did we just get fucked?

GIDEON: I loved it.

But it'd be committing
theatrical seppuku
to transfer it.

It would close in a week,
especially without a star.

I just wish it wasn't
so confrontational.

I mean, even Taylor Mac
added farce to his Titus.

GIDEON: And it still flopped.

I guess it's Ivo's
gender-swapped

My Fair Lady
with Gyllenhaal instead?

Are you kidding me?

♪ (POP MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

Hey, where've you been?
I've been looking for you.

-Obie. Do you know--
-A provocative play like AARON

is exactly what Broadway
needs after a year on pause.

What it doesn't is another
"revisal" of-- of anything.

Especially one devised
by white people,

about white people,
starring white people.

That's why the theater
was invented, right?

To challenge audience members
to-- to think
beyond their own narratives.

I mean, come on, have you
never read Shange?

Albee? Fornés?

-Hey. Who are you?
-GIDEON: Oh, hi, Jeremy.

Oh. I'm no one.

You seem very much
like someone to me.

Let's find a less
confrontational space.

And have a little talk.

Hey, excuse us.

Um... Hey.

Sorry about messaging
you at the theater--

About that. I think you might
have me confused
with someone else.

Hey, Pops! Don't leave me
and Dad out of the conversation!

Max, I was talking to my friend.

Oh, you're gonna want to talk
to these two more, trust me.

Do you want to tell him
or should I?

Want to tell him what?

GIDEON: Tell me what?

-I'm confused...
-Max.

Pops is on Scruff.

Yeah, he's got an active profile
that says "newly single."

And he's been messaging guys
with the intention of cheating.

This guy in particular.

Hey, Max. Max, that's enough.
Stop. Stop it. Give me that.

-Stop that!
-Wait, you did this?

With Max's teacher?

-ROY: Yes, I did, but--
-Not with me, no. It...

ROY: What do you mean,
not with you?

I think your son can explain.

What does he have
to do with this?

He deserved to know the truth.

-Did you pretend--
-Well, not me, but--

Is it true?

-Is it true?
-Nothing happened.

All right, it was just talk,
it was all talk.

But you wanted something
to happen.

I just wanted to talk
and I'm sorry. I'm really sorry.

I don't understand why you
would do something like this.

Oh, God!

Look, Gideon, I love you.

But when I fell in love
with you, you were different.

You've changed.
And I'm not sure I...

I don't even know
if I'm able to--

Still be attracted to me.

-With all this.
-I still love you.

-I do, but--
-But you like it masc?

Is that it?

And instead of talking
to me about it,

you were gonna fuck
some other guys

-so you can feel it again?
-No, no. Of course not.

I still want you, only you.

You want the version of me
you're comfortable with.

The one I felt I still had to be
when we first met.

But not who I am.

I'm growing.

But after almost
20 years together,

I'm shocked you can't see
that the only thing

that has changed here is you.

♪ ("HARDEN MY HEART"
BY QUARTERFLASH PLAYING) ♪

Why?

-Why would you do that to me?
-Why would you do this to us?

♪ Harden my heart ♪

♪ I'm gonna swallow my tears ♪

♪ I'm gonna harden my heart ♪

♪ I'm gonna swallow my tears ♪

♪ Harden my heart
Harden my heart ♪

(EXHALES HEAVILY)

ZOYA: Obie. What are you doing
out here?

I was looking for you.
I thought that you had left.

Oh, Jeremy actually
asked me to...

-You're upset.
-No.

Is it because of what
I said earlier, about the play?

I mean, I was in the middle
of speaking and you just
kinda left.

I was just confused.

'Cause you've been
so weird all night.

And then suddenly
you're yourself again

and then you ditch me. So...

(CLICKS TONGUE)

Okay, when I showed up tonight
and you liked how I looked,

I thought maybe while you said
you wanted something different,

you're actually
pretty comfortable with what
you already know.

The perfect picture
by your side.

But that's not me. (CHUCKLES)

I'm gonna say the wrong thing
and sweat through my clothes

and eat in the middle
of the sidewalk. I--

I want you to be who you are.

All right, you understand
why I ended it with Julien.

Yeah. You couldn't
find her anymore.

But have you thought
about how you might
have contributed to that?

That you didn't lose her
but she got lost behind you?

I mean, it's really hard to date
the prince of New York

when even he won't admit
that that's who he is.

(OBIE SIGHS)

-Do you mind if I, um...
-Do the right thing?

Never.

Hey, Jules.

-No, thank you.
-I wanna talk.

All right, just really talk.

(EXHALES HEAVILY)
I know, um...

I know that I said that
I didn't like who you'd become.

I, uh...

I... I definitely should have...

realized and accepted
some responsibility

for my part of that.

Maybe, I was more comfortable
not knowing, because...

You know, if I had looked
too closely,

I might see some of myself, too.

I spent so much time...

(SIGHS) ...putting forward
this idea of me, that I just...

forgot who I was a little.

Like my dad has.
Like everyone has, apparently.

Except for her.

♪ (SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

It's no wonder you like her.

♪ (MUSIC CONTINUES) ♪

I think-- You know,
I think that you deserve

someone who sees you, who, um...

sees all of you.

(INHALES DEEPLY)
And maybe I needed you
to walk away

to see that I could
stand on my own.

(OBIE SIGHS)

(PHONE RINGING)

-Hello?
WENDY: Reema? It's Wendy.

I know I shouldn't
tell you this,

but a tip came into
the Gossip Girl DMs

a few weeks ago about
your husband's former boss,

and Kate didn't want
to tell you. She thought
you might get upset.

REEMA: Oh, my God, really?

What was it?

WENDY: One of the escorts
he hired

was a senior at Constance.

I mean, do with
that what you will.

But I just figured
you'd want to know

in case you felt compelled
to expose the truth

one final time.

Might even get your
husband's old boss fired,

get his job back.

That's a lot to hear. Uh...

I can't believe Kate
didn't tell me.

Which is why I am.

Listen, if you do want
to do something with it,

remember the firewall.

You're protected only at school
during school hours.

We all have the password.

(PHONE LOCKS)

♪ ("CLOUDBUSTING" BY KATE BUSH
PLAYING) ♪

♪ I still dream
Of all the noise ♪

Should we last-call him
before it's too late?

(SNIFFS) Oh, fuck. (GROANS)
(SNIFFS) Here.

Maybe it's time
to call it a night?

And why would I do that?

Because you're a bit
out of control?

That's what you like, isn't it?
To relinquish control.

Or is that only with me.
I tell you what,

let's ask some of your
other candidates?

-Max, don't--
-We got-- We got Judd.

(SNIFFS) Uh, Phuc? Robert?
Oh, he's cute.

Is that-- Is that your phone?

Why is that on your phone?
What is this?

He's lying. It's his phone.

He's just really fucked up
right now--

Correct. Check.

I am-- I'm outside
my boundaries now,

just like both of you.

In fact, I am so outside
that I don't know

if you're gonna be able
to hear me when I say

I'm not the only one
who fucked up here.

You fucked up, too.

You fucked me.
And you wanted to.

God, come on, it is time
that we all stopped hiding

and started being
who we really are, right?

Right? Okay, no more lies.
Only truths. Okay.

So I will go first as
the only truth-teller here.

You guys, you just, you don't
do it for each other anymore.

You just do me.
But you can't have me.

Nobody can have me.

I am not even here. I am gone.
And end fucking scene.

♪ (MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING
IN BACKGROUND) ♪

♪ The sun is coming out ♪

♪ (GENTLE PIANO MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

-Where's Lola?
-I sent her home.

-Oh, to your pied-affair?
-DAVIS CALLOWAY: Cute.

And no. To her own apartment.

You know, when you were a kid,

I wanted you to feel like you
were the only woman in my life.

Because you are.

So I made a choice

that I would always keep
my dating life private.

And I think I forgot
that you grew up

and can handle the truth.

I couldn't be more sorry.

I never want to lie
to you again.

I think that we can both
agree to do better.

That we can live our lives
more honestly,

with ourselves
and with each other.

I'd really like to meet her.

So does the Four Block Rule

still apply on
the Upper West Side?

I guess that depends on
the subject being discussed.

-What if I whisper it?
-No promises.

I'd really like to kiss you
right now. (EXHALES)

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

♪ (SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

(RAFA SIGHS)

You put on a real show tonight.

There's another one
tomorrow, I'm sure.

I don't appreciate being used.

I had no idea it would
blow up like that.

What did you think would happen?

You know, that my dads
would realize

that they were being stupid
and just talk?

But I fucked it up.

No, it would have
come out eventually.

It always does.

(SNIFFS) Yeah, I know.
But I just didn't realize

it would hurt this fucking much
when it did.

(SOBS)

♪ ("HARDLINE"
BY JULIEN BAKER PLAYING) ♪

GOSSIP GIRL: You know why
the play's the thing?

Because it holds up a mirror
to our own lives.

-♪ Blacked out on a weekday ♪
-(CELLPHONE PINGS CONTINUOUSLY)

GOSSIP GIRL:
Sometimes it's about staying
true to your private self.

♪ Still something
That I'm trying to avoid ♪

GOSSIP GIRL: Or leaving your
public self behind.

♪ Start asking for forgiveness
In advance ♪

♪ All the future things
I will destroy ♪

GOSSIP GIRL: Sometimes,
it's about confronting
a painful reality...

♪ That way I can
Ruin everything ♪

GOSSIP GIRL: ...or sublimating
your deepest fantasies.

♪ When I do, you don't
Get to act surprised ♪

(EXHALES) Hi.

Did you like it?

♪ When it finally ♪

I didn't...

not like it.

But I never want
to do it again. Do you?

Of course not.

-I'm sorry.
-I'm sorry, too.

♪ Medicine and poison ♪

♪ Take what
I can get away with ♪

GOSSIP GIRL: Isn't it all
a performance, anyway?

It's my own fault.

When I got that tip
about George's boss,

I couldn't resist posting it.

But at least now you know
your firewall didn't work.

It could've happened
to any of us.

We're so sorry it was you.

And don't worry, I didn't crack
during the interrogation.

Your identities are safe.

I'll miss you both.

KATE: Did you turn
the firewall back on?

-God. Why do I feel so terrible?
-We didn't have a choice.

It was her or us.

And now, we don't have
to be nervous anymore.

Wendy's contacts at Horace Mann
and Dalton

confirmed they'd start
sending in tips, too.

So did mine
at Nightingale and Spence.

Which means Gossip Girl's
gone citywide.

The target's off our back.

And impossible to trace.
Bigger than ever.

She used the tip.
We didn't make her.

Didn't we, though?

♪ ("ROYL" BY CHLOE X HALLE
PLAYING) ♪

♪ Could be paradise
Never know till you try ♪

GOSSIP GIRL:
Yet no costume can conceal

what you don't want me to see.

Sooner or later,
the clothes come off,

the makeup washes away
and the real you emerges.

Your secrets, your sins,
your truths, your lies.

-Hi. Where have you been?
-It's story time!

Peak posting hour
is about to strike.

I left my phone at home.

Um... Okay. No one panic.

I'll log in on my phone.

And we can download
your presets.

-And we can figure it out--
-I left it intentionally.

Consider me offline today.

Okay, you tried. But Zoya's
clearly not playing along.

It's time that we reinstate
order as it once was.

And that means JC on top, alone.

Oh! That Buffal-ho needs to go.

I have intel. If we used it,
Little Z would be sistory.

Dites-moi.

MONET: If they don't start
a war themselves,

we'll just have to
start one for them.

GOSSIP GIRL: All the world
may be a stage,

but on the Upper East Side,
the play doesn't matter.

It's all in the execution.

XOXO, Gossip Girl.

♪ Won't you get on my wave
Won't you get on my wave now ♪

♪ (MUSIC FADES) ♪

♪ (THEME MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

♪ (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪