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Look alive, followers.

It's a new day, and I, for one,
woke up in a good mood.

So how about we play a game?
Two truths and a lie.

One, you have control

over the things that matter
in your life.

Two, the world is
a generally forgiving place.

And three, no matter what,

in the end,
the truth will set you free.

The answer? I cheated.
They're all lies.

Because the real truth is
there's no such thing as truth.

There's what
you believe, what I perceive,

and what history remembers.

Everything else? A mystery.

The grey area. A drawn game.

And perhaps no one
knows the truth about the truth

more than Tribeca's
least wanted...

Last seen
supporting Daddy DJ's big night out,

our influential ingenue remains
notably silent in the face

of her father's gray areas.

Perhaps she's
more complicit than we think.

Because if she is taking
a stand,

it's to plead the fifth.

But you can only stay
undecided for so long

before history decides for you,
whether you like it or not.

And as far as you're concerned?

Oh, God, it's SantaCon.

I'm history.
The record. Your karma.

Is that Gossip Girl?

I, uh, left my phone at home.
Can I see?

So true believers, nay-sayers,

and everyone in between,
watch this space.

You may not like
what I have to say,

but karma's that bitch.
And so am I.

You've got to be fucking...

...kidding, right?

- It's speculation. Nothing more.
- It's sexual assault!

Even if it is,
and I am not saying it isn't,

there's no proof.

It's not involuntary
intoxication.

These women admit in these texts
that they willingly drank.

Imperfect consent,
such as it is,

is not a criminal act.

Not criminal? So what,
it's just a misunderstanding?

What would make it
a criminal act?

If it crossed the line

from intoxication
to incapacitation.

Do you know if any of
these women were unconscious...

The texts literally say
that they don't remember.

So, if they can't remember
consenting, then...

how can anybody say
that they did?

Who is to say they didn't?

The fact is, while these
morning-after texts

offer a reason to believe

your father may have
taken advantage

of multiple women years ago,

only one of them
has come forward

claiming as such.

One, as it turns out,
who lied about that claim.

To protect
a higher-profile victim.

Potential victim.

And none of these other women
have come forward.

Not even...

this alleged higher-profile
potential victim.

You want my advice?

That's why we're here, Nance.

We wanna know the best course
of action for Julien.

You wait, you do nothing,
and you make sure that this

doesn't fall into
the wrong hands.

Shouldn't she try to get
ahead of it?

You know, tell somebody
what she knows?

Nobody even knows
about these other women.

And it's not your place
to tell. It's theirs.

And until these other
women come forward,

there is nothing you can do.

I could post a statement!

Anything that you say
in a public forum

will be turned around on you.

Okay? I highly suggest
radio silence.

Just watch it play out

and don't put yourself
in the middle of it.

Aren't I already
in the middle of it?

I know this is a lot,
but it's for your ultimate good.

- Trust the process.
- No statements. No posts.

Not online. Not in person.

But I have to go to school!
I have classes! I have a test!

This is a crisis.
The school will understand.

Listen, though...

I know that it doesn't
feel like it right now,

justice is moving.

And if what you believe
happened to those women

did happen to those women,

they are watching this all
play out right now.

And just because they've
yet to come forward

doesn't mean they won't.

It just takes time.

Karma's that bitch?
Really, Scott?

What makes you think that little
piece of poetic justice was me?

There's a sports metaphor.

I did a little rewrite.

The crew's so blah and academic.
It needed a zhuzh.

So I repurposed an old post
from the aughts.

I thought you'd like
the initiative.

You thought an English teacher
would like plagiarism?

I changed some words!

The part about the Waldorf
person wouldn't make sense.

I turned the comments back on,
by the way.

Part of what makes America great

is that we all have a voice
to troll each other with.

Did you run all the way here?

No, I spent my paycheck
on an Uber so I could witness

first-hand you taking
a sledgehammer to the thing

I care most deeply about.

I know what you care about...
and it isn't this.

What? Oh, ew! Scott, no!

You still want a piece.

Now that I'm back in your orbit,
I'm on your mind.

Even after I ghosted you.

I ghosted you!

- Hmm...
- And I care about Gossip Girl.

I know I got voted off
the island, okay? I get it.

I got too close,
I have opinions,

but what you posted this morning
about an influencer

possibly being complicit
in her dad's illicit issues

was wrong and dangerous.

You could ruin a kid's life.

So what? She'll buy a new one.

- Wow!
- You know what your problem is?

That I'm an actual human being
and not a sentient jockstrap?

That you're here
trying to convince yourself

you're anything more than
six degrees of Perez Hilton.

You don't care about these kids
any more than I do!

You just love the rush.

I know it, and you know it.

We're making gossip
great again, Keller.

And you are benched
for the season.

Now if you don't mind,

I have to hose my balls off
before sex ed.

Sorry!

Oh. Morning.

Uh, I thought you said
no one was home.

You needed me
to hand off Michael Caine

to the private plane people.

No... that happened last week.

- Bri-ssant?
- They're brioche croissants.

Sure.

Oof. Aw, this is nice, right?

Three-top back together again?

Honey, we know what
you're doing.

I don't know what you mean.

Well, first, it was Rocky's
surprise party...

Okay, so I was off
by a few months.

And the false alarm of Pops
throwing his back out

- during an installation?
- No, no. No, I simply misheard.

Lilac and sacroiliac,

they're... I mean, they're...
they're practically homonyms.

Look, Max,

we know the separation's
been tough on you.

It's been hard on all of us.

The point is, Max, it's got to
stop. You can't force it.

These things, they take time.

And your dad and I, we're just...
we're on different paths now.

Well, I'd better get to work.

- I, uh, can't be late.
- You're literally your own boss.

Yeah,
and I am an absolute tyrant.

I get you're disappointed,

but please understand

that your dad and I agree
on one thing...

always and forever,
our love for you.

True.

I'll see you soon.

Ooh, here.

Take these extra to Julien. Ay!

You know, all that trauma...
The girl needs to eat.

What are you doing here?

How did you find us?

I just wanna talk.

Jules, let's go.

It's all right, Z.
They have to speak.

Okay, we'll be in the lobby.

Aki Menzies, Road Rash King
of the Upper East Side.

Rex Huntington,
Queen of doubles tennis!

Oh, you noticed.

What's up?

I just wanted to say welcome
to the club.

I know coming out can be rough,
and with your dad,

I can't even imagine.

Yeah, it's, uh...
it's been a journey.

Now that you've arrived,

a question I've always
wanted to ask...

What kind of risky skateboard
trick makes you get a scar...

right here?

I got my arm stuck in a pool
table when I was five.

I wish I could credit it to
something gnarlier, but...

Okay. I'm not actually
talking about scars. Obvi.

- You just were.
- Wow.

You really don't get it?
I'm trying to ask you out.

I'm not single.

Your straight side might not be,
but your gay side very much is.

It doesn't work like that.

Dude, you're queer now.

It works
however you want it to...

which is why I'm gonna
give you my number

in case you're up for it,
whatever "it" may be.

And yes, I'd totally do that
on the first date.

- Rex!
- Okay, okay.

If it seems like I'm being
a bit aggressive, it's...

it's because I like you.

Always have.

And that doesn't have to mean
anything more than that.

If you ever need a...
a queer ear or... a gay friend,

an old-fashioned date, and or
the best head of your life,

you know where to find me.

She didn't post it.

- Post what?
- My parents' tax returns.

I'm pretty sure
Gossip Girl has other things on her mind.

Like what?
Like non-stop trolling Julien?

- Did you talk to her?
- Who talks to Gossip Girl?

No, Julien!

No, I didn't. I, uh...

She does not want
to hear from me.

Your girlfriend made that
very clear.

Do you think Gossip Girl's,
like, holding it back

and waiting for all this
Davis shit to blow over?

"Davis shit"? I know
you care about her,

but the way you're talking,
it doesn't seem...

No. Look. I care about her
too much, Ak.

And I... I need something
to distract myself,

like my parents,
otherwise I'll dissolve

into a million Thanos specks

and disappear forever.

Well, I hate to admit it,
but Gossip Girl is pretty smart

for leaning into
this Davis stuff.

It's fucked,
but everyone's talking about it.

- Yeah.
- A lot more than they would tax evasion.

Hey, it's been days
and no posts.

- Has anyone heard from JC?
- Zero intel.

Audrey said they
crashed at Zoya's.

What? Really? Wait!
Wh... Wh... What else did she say?

You can ask her yourself.

Hi. Hello. Hello. Hello.

Okay. So Julien is fine.

She appreciates everyone
reaching out, but...

she just needs a minute
right now.

- A minute to do what?
- Absolutely nothing.

Okay? Her lawyer said
she needs to cut it out.

No posts, no... no interviews,

and not even school
right now, so...

If she stays silent
too much longer,

people are going
to actually believe

- that she's been in on this daddy drama.
- They already think that.

The head of the Pacific
Northwest Chapter

of the Jul-lions
called her a "hags-been"

and dropped off our hold-down-the-fort
Houseparty this morning.

You know that's
not reality, right?

This is reality.

And what Julien needs right now
is her support system,

not spin doctors.

Consider her off-grid
until further notice.

Is there... anything I can do?

I'm sorry.
I've been rude to you lately.

But honestly, Obie,

if she needs you, she's gonna
reach out. I promise.

Fine. Peace, bro.

- Hi.
- Missed you last night.

Missed you too.

- Who were you texting?
- Oh. Uh...

Just that kid Rex,
the senior with the freckles.

I am well aware
of Rex Huntington.

Yeah, he just put his number
in my phone this morning.

- No big deal, right?
- You think he's hot?

He sends one eggplant emoji,
and...

suddenly I'm obsessed with him?

Well, he also said, um...

Wow! Okay, I did not realize
you could even do that!

So, what?
Do you wanna hook up with him?

No! No, of course not! I...

Well, maybe if things
were different, but...

No, actually, no. I love you,
and I'm with you.

No one said anything
about love, babe. Okay?

I'm a girl who is dating a guy
who also likes guys.

So, as a guy who likes guys,
Rex Huntington, hot or not?

Uh...

- Hmm?
- Hot. Okay. Very hot.

Uh... I've thought about him
once or twice when I...

Okay, thank you.
See? We can do this.

- What are you doing?
- Figuring it out. Together.

- Figuring what out?
- Our modern relationship.

Ah! You need a third?
I'm right here.

Thank you, but like I said
before, we're done with that.

Again, I'm right here.

Oh, Rex? Oh, okay!
Hope you like to watch, Hope.

Not really up for what you have.

Well, it's not for me.
It's for Aki.

We're trying something new
with someone new.

Why do you smell like butter?

Dad. He demanded
that I ply JC full of carbs.

Oh, well,
she's not coming in, so...

Do you want one?

- Um...
- Uh...

Uh... Well, if the whole
Rex thing doesn't pan out...

He will, but thanks
for the repeated offer.

And thanks for whatever that is.

- If you're not gonna say any...
- I didn't do it. I didn't.

- But that night, you...
- I was so freaked out

I might lose everything, I...

I don't even remember
what I said.

So you thought coming here
this morning

and saying "I didn't do it"
was the way to go?

What you don't understand,
Jules, is when I say

I didn't do it, I'm saying
I didn't do it on purpose.

So, I'm not saying
those women are lying.

If they feel I took advantage
of them, that means I did.

But I didn't mean to. I did...
I didn't think I was.

- That doesn't make it okay.
- I don't wanna make it okay.

I will take part in any investigation
that needs to happen

if someone comes forward.
No one has.

So maybe, just maybe...

what if those texts weren't sent
in fear or as accusation?

What if those women didn't feel
taken advantage of?

Is that possible too?

But Riley...

I'm here and ready to listen
when she's ready to talk.

I just hope that you'll be
by my side as I do it.

I don't mind losing
everything if I deserve it,

but I can't lose you.

- Do something!
- I can't.

- This is between them.
- But...

But he's still her father, Z.

Spotted!
Alleged DJ Daddy Devious

with his as-yet-undeclared
daughter.

From this long lens,
it's hard to tell

if this is a showdown
or a secret strategy sesh.

Until we have proof,

we won't know
what side Julien stands on.

But for now, this picture tells
a bunch of words.

You're not supposed to be on
your phones in here.

Sorry, Miss Keller.
It's my mom.

Cut the crap, Rachel.
I know it's Gossip Girl.

Can I see it?

"A bunch of words"?

- Jesus! What are you, a ninja?
- I trusted you, Jordan.

You're angry, understandably,
but I'm on your side.

Which side is that? The back one
you repeatedly stabbed?

Hear me out. The Davis thing,
your hesitation to post it,

it got them all worked up.

So you decided to turn
on your best friend?

You're...
Wait, you think you're...

- Well, I guess you are.
- Wow. That's sad.

Anyway, I only stayed in
so that I could help you.

They're out of control.

But if I'm still in,
on their side,

I can try to keep them in check,

stop them from doing
any irreparable harm.

So what, you're my
"man on the inside" now?

- You took their side.
- For appearances. Nothing more.

You need to get Scott
to leave Julien alone.

- This morning's post...
- Was brutal.

It's gone to his head, for sure.

But it's not like it didn't
go to yours a little too.

And when it did,
you talked me out of it!

So, work some of that magic
on him before he dismantles

everything we've built
by posting conjecture,

- lies, and libel!
- I'll try,

but a guy like that doesn't tend
to listen to guys like me.

Bet you could change his mind.
You have a way with words.

He's not interested
in hearing them. Believe me.

But you're so... relentless.

Scott and I slept together,
okay?

A mistake so uneventful
it doesn't even warrant

- the term "one-night stand."
- When?

No, I don't wanna know.
I can't believe...

Well, yeah.
I guess even I would.

Just talk to him, okay?

If you can't forgive me,
that's your prerogative!

Godspeed, Kate!

- I didn't order that.
- You usually do.

True, but a.m. only.

Permission to caffeinate you
after two?

Granted.

Hey, I don't mean to pry, but,
um... don't you know that guy?

Oh, yeah. Yes.

He is on his first first date
in a lot of years,

and so I'm just here to...
well...

- Lurk?
- Lurk?

I'm creating ambiance,
and you know it.

- I'll let it slide.
- Oh, yeah?

- This time.
- This time.

If you ever want to, um,
lurk together...

- He's late.
- What?

This is weird.
Maybe we should go?

Check in on Jules?

As if I'm not checking in on her
every ten minutes?

She's at home now,

and she wants to meet up
for dinner later, but...

in the meantime...

What's that?

Oh.
Just me getting asked out.

- By who?
- By the barista.

Him?

Why should you be
the only one getting attention?

Wait, um... Come here.

Is this, like,
a two-way street, or...

You wanna go out
with someone else?

- I mean, you are.
- 'Cause you told me to.

Because I don't want you to lock
a part of yourself away for me.

Well, what part of yourself is
locked away by just dating me?

Rex has something
you literally can't provide.

I have exactly what Mr. Alt Milk
over there has.

Maybe not exactly, Aki, but...

I guess if that's how you feel,
then... Oh.

- Was this a bad idea?
- Not for me.

Of course. I wouldn't want
to deny your happiness.

Nor I yours.

Have fun.
I'm gonna get another refill.

I, uh, just wanted
to apologize for this morning.

I shouldn't be meddling.
I should, uh...

Should let you have time.

Max! I thought you delivered
for God's Love on Fridays.

No, I rescheduled.

This is Raul.

Do you two work together?

Not yet.

- Raul is a new friend.
- We, uh...

We had lunch.

And now you're having drinks.

Would you
excuse us for a moment?

Of course. I'll grab some water.

- Nice to meet you, Max.
- Hmm.

Who the fuck is that?

You know exactly
who that is, Max.

Luckily, I don't.

Because in this city,
in that demographic,

there's a 70 percent chance
that I could have,

and then how would
you have felt about that?

Raul is a friend. Nothing more.

For now. So, is this
what being on a different path

than Pops means?

Does he know
you're on this path?

Do... Do you think
that you should be on this path?

You know that your dad and I
are presently not together.

Yes, but I did not think
that it would be you pursuing

a new future, either!

He and I have agreed
to see other people.

You've not even given Pops
a chance to make things right.

No, honey. No. This isn't
something to make right.

Some people stay
their whole lives together

in that uncomfortable place,
and...

your dad and I, we are not going
to do that to one another.

I see that.

You don't have to leave.
Uh... Raul and I can go.

No, no, no, no, no.
Don't worry. The house is yours.

Hey, there.

Did you know
that Dad's seeing someone?

He's allowed to do
whatever he wants, Max.

I only asked
that I not be told about it.

And now I have been.

Pops, I'm really fucking this
all up.

It was already fucked up, son.

This limbo's killing me.

Hey, uh...

Wanna come with me
on a job right now?

What are you doing?

I didn't wanna disturb you.

I was just looking for the old
phone to give to the lawyers.

- To give to them, or...
- Or what?

Or delete what's on it?

You think this proves
I'm guilty?

This proves I'm innocent.
My lawyers need it

to show that I was dating
those women,

not targeting them.

- You still don't believe me.
- You're just trying

to get in my head
and manipulate what I think!

That is not
what I'm trying to do at all.

Do you have any idea
what could happen

if this phone
fell into the wrong hands?

If you're innocent,
why would that scare you?

If everything you said
is true, it wouldn't.

Keep it.

Hey. How you doing?

Just...

I wanna call her, but...

I just wanna give her her space.

But I really wanna call her.

I just wanna make sure
she's okay.

I know you do.

But she'll call if she's not.

The gray areas in life?

I wish I could say
they get easier to navigate

as you get older...

but you kinda just
get used to them.

Why do you allow yourself
to get used to them?

Because when things get
complicated,

sometimes they stay that way.

No. Things get complicated

when people aren't
honest with each other.

And those gray areas
are just a great place to hide.

The kind of people
that hide in them

are those who feel they are
guilty about something.

Hey! Are you okay?

Yeah.

I can't just wait around
for these women to come forward.

I need to know the truth.

I think I need your help.

Oh, man,
I can't wait to get fucked up,

man...

Hey!

Why so serious?

It's SantaCon!
Best day of the year!

Hey, do me a favor. Smile!

Bitch!

Hey! Are you sure about this?

Best case, I find out what
my dad believes is true.

Worst case,
what we fear is true.

That lawyer said there's nothing
anyone can do

unless one of the other women
comes forward,

but why would they?

They don't even know
each other exists.

I just need one
to tell me her truth.

And then the others will follow.

So I texted them.

So far, only one's gotten
back to me.

Carmen Gruben,
head of Music, Inc.

She agreed to meet,
but I don't wanna go alone.

You don't have to. I'm here.

We have to get past them.

I found a driver we can trust.

Don't worry. This isn't weird
at all for me either.

All right, we gotta tuck down
in the back.

Hi.

Hi.

All right. Hold on.

Hey, I think that's Obie!

Yeah, it is.
You have to send it in.

What do you think?
Is that him?

Sharon says yes.
Tati's not sure.

Thanks for meeting me.

No worries, bro.
Everything cool?

Ah! It's stupid,
but, you know Kate.

I mean, I know you know Kate.

We all do.

You hit that too? Huh.

No, I didn't.

But I mean, I could, maybe.

Wow. That was gross.
Forget I said that.

Anyway, um, I've been thinking.

I'm glad Kate's not involved,

because she was
taking things too far.

And I'm on your side, obviously.

Uh... But I had one tiny,
very tiny, critique. If I may?

Spit it out, soft boy.
Can't miss happy hour.

I... Uh...

I just wonder if, um, maybe
we're going in a little too hard

on certain students
at Constance.

I appreciate the concern.

You're... an emotional guy.

Real tied into your core.
It's cool.

But this Davis stuff,
we're at the forefront.

All the other places,
they're looking to us to break it.

We cracked a mil
'cause of this story.

Do you realize
where that puts us?

The big time, my man.

Sure, okay, fine.

But what if this reporting
hurts his daughter?

She didn't do anything.
She's just his kid.

Ever seen someone run
who wasn't guilty?

JC's our 21st-century OJ.

If we don't catch her,
someone else will.

We don't have a choice.

If you don't like it, you could
always give me your fob and...

opt out.

Ow.

My foam's almost milk again.

Is that a euphemism?

We've been here a long time.

Yeah, uh, we have.
You're right.

Can I get you another one?

If you are trying to put me
in cardiac arrest,

might I suggest
a more fun way to do it?

- You wanna get out of here?
- Yes.

One sec.

What are you still doing here?

I'm just waiting
for Jamison to get off.

Is that on the table?

Get off work!

Which he's about to. He's just
getting his things right now.

So you are planning on leaving?

- Are you?
- I don't know.

Why do I feel like you're waiting
for me to make a move

so then you can make a move?
I'm confused.

'Cause that's exactly
what I'm doing!

This is what you wanted,
isn't it?

I'm not sure!

I feel like we're in
a John Woo movie

when we're pointing guns
at each other's heads!

That is very much...

not an allusion that resonates
with me in any way.

So, where we going?

I don't know!
Aki, any suggestions?

I think you're good
to sit up now, you know?

Thanks.

I'm sorry that I never responded
to any of your texts.

Look, there's no reason
to apologize, all right?

I just... want you to know
that I'm here for you.

Well, if I didn't know it
before,

I definitely know it now.

Where are we going, exactly?

- Bemelmans.
- No way.

Yeah.

Is this a place
I should know about?

So, it's this great old bar
that has live music.

It's in the Carlyle, and...

Obie and I just used to go there
all the time as kids.

Yeah. My parents
have this thing for the Beluga.

I used to go hang out in the kitchen
with the chefs and eat crème brûlée.

They'd even let me play
with the, uh... the blowtorch.

Yeah, until Helena realized
you were missing

and made you write apology notes
to all the staff on napkins.

Yeah. That was a long time ago,
though.

Still, it's a good memory.

Oh, shit.

That sounds like...

"Spotted. First Daughter
of Disrepute

sneaking off
on a road less traveled."

They say,
"If you know, you know."

So did you, JC?

The people deserve an answer.

And since you won't provide one,
it's come to this. An open call.

First follower to prove JC's
offish stance

with Daddy Davis wins.

Extra points for following
a rule I hold close.

"If you don't have
anything nice to say,

slide into my DMs
and anon away."

He doesn't care
about right or wrong.

He's obsessed with power,
with winning.

Well, we just need to find a tip
that's more valuable,

that might make him lean
in a different direction.

So, is that like, your type?

- What? Jordan, that's...
- I don't know why I said that.

Is there anything
I can do to help?

Just hang with me a bit?

Keep an eye out
for any good tips

not related to Julien,

and I can find a spin

that makes them
more alluring to Scott?

GG's activated the city.

We were about to head in
for our treatments

and we heard the whole staff
talking about it.

Gossip Girl's not going to stop
until she finds you, JC.

Well, we have to make sure
that they don't.

But how?
It's not like I blend in.

- Good luck. We're here for you.
- Thanks, girls.

- What's with all the Santas?
- SantaCon.

A con?
They're all over the streets.

Shouldn't they be inside?

No, con actually doesn't stand
for convention in this case.

Yeah, more like contagion.

It's an unsanctioned holiday
for day-drinking frat boys

and day traders
to play dress-up.

- Jesus!
- No! Santa!

Ew!

It was canceled last year
because of COVID,

which means it will be
extra bad this year.

They should hand out
pepper spray on every corner.

It'd be a good day
to commit a crime.

Nobody could find you.

It is a crime. Against humanity.

I have an idea of how to keep
Gossip Girl off our tracks.

Dress up as Santa?

I am not that basic.

- Hey there.
- Girls, I have a plan.

I'll get Audrey and Ak,
you get Max.

- Okay.
- Okay.

- Hello?
- Hey!

Does that make sense?

- Yes.
- Okay.

I'll send you my logins now.

Let Operation
JC-And-Be-Seen commence.

Okay, um... So, should we divide
and conquer?

- Split up?
- They don't know each other.

It'd be weird to ask them
to go together.

Baby, now I know
you're playing dumb.

This isn't about me.
This is about you.

I think you're scared.

We just came out
of a weird place.

I don't wanna go back.

Maybe that weird place existed
so we could get here?

You.

You two are going to the LES.
Good luck.

And you...

I hope you like heights.
Come on.

Okay, we're on Ludlow.

Make sure you shoot
out the window.

Ready for my casual, unplanned,
totally legit story face?

Let the reverse
catfishing begin now.

Oh, my God.

Have you guys ever heard
Julien Calloway sing?

Oh, she would totally kill me

if she knew I was recording
this right now.

Yo, Rex. Stop that.

Kate! The kids are up
to something!

All these tips coming in

saying Julien's been spotted
all over the city.

Bianca said she's having a party
on the Great Lawn!

She's also at the Guerlain Spa
with Monet?

And at Dogpound with Zoya?

She doesn't need us
fucking with GG.

Julien's ten steps ahead.

And here I thought
we were gonna lurk.

Instead, shenanigans.

Sorry. I don't mean
to kill the buzz.

Do shenanigans happen
so often for you

that they no longer excite you?

Yes!

What?

Nothing.

I've wanted to do that all day.

Was that okay?

It was exactly what I needed.

If this is how you're breaking
the official divorce to me,

Pops, it's a tad on the nose.

- Uh... Take a good look around.
- Depressing.

This is the first garden
I designed.

Oh.

- It's terrible.
- Yeah.

This is where I grew up, Max.

You never took me here.

You know, when I was 12,
I asked my mom for a garden.

She hated that I liked flowers.

She wanted me to be a man.

Dress formally,
become a lawyer, marry up.

'Cause she'd married down,
you know?

So when she said no,
I just did it anyway.

Yeah. She never came back here.

How the front looked,
that's all she cared about.

So I worked late at night,
early in the morning,

after she'd pass out drunk,

one of her Rotary Club meetings.

And in the summer,
when it... when it bloomed

and she saw what I'd done,

instead of being taken by it,
which was my hope...

she took me upstairs
and locked me in my room,

and she had this
whole thing torn out

while I... I watched
from that window right there.

And then her cold shoulder.

I did everything to get her
to love me again.

I denied who I was, I...
I brought home girls...

Hell, and then, I...
I even applied for law school.

And then, your dad came along.

He took me out of that darkness.

He never stopped blooming.

But the more vibrant he became,

the more I returned
to the darkness.

I began to see
all of his color...

the way she saw my garden,

as a... unsanctioned violation.

So, whatever time he needs
to take to try and forgive me,

I'll wait...

which means you have
to wait too, I'm afraid.

I don't know for how long.

You know, he could wake up next
week and say, "Come home,"

or he could say, "That's it."

No.

The one thing I'll ask
is... don't be like me.

Don't inherit this.

If you feel something,
even if it's hard to admit,

just say it.

Can you take me back?

There are two people
I've got to talk to.

What if I DMed the wrong Carmen?

No. You've been following
each other for years, okay?

- You got the right one.
- How do you know?

'Cause there she is.

I thought
we'd be meeting alone...

Oh, this is my sister.
You can trust her.

I was just keeping her company
till you arrived.

- I can...
- Stay, please.

We just wanted you to know
that we think we have proof

that can help. Solid proof.

Messages, from an old phone.

Right, so you said.

I can see why this is a bit
confusing for you, Julien,

which is why I came today,
to tell you in person.

I have no memory

of what happened that night
with your dad.

But, in your text to him,
you said that...

That I didn't remember.
I wish I did.

Something always felt off
about that night, but...

You're not alone.

There were more women.

A lot more.

And we thought if you could talk
with them and compare stories...

It's not worth it to me.

I have a great career,
a husband.

Excuse me. Hey.

I guess someone just spotted my car,
'cause a bunch of paps just showed up.

Sorry to interrupt, Ms. Calloway,
but you wanted to know if the media arrived?

I've just heard.

I have to go.

Uh... Come with us.

We can keep talking.

I appreciate everything that
you're trying to do here.

I'm not the person to help you.
I'm sorry.

- How bad is it out there?
- Real bad.

And getting worse.

I have an idea.

Julien, get in.

It worked.
They're following me.

- Great.
- What are you gonna do?

Get her off the street.
I'll text you where to meet us.

- Hey.
- Hey!

How was the walking tour

with Manhattan's most
eligible frother?

Less steamy
than you might think, actually.

Um... A one-kiss wonder.

- You kissed?
- You didn't?

I did, but I...
got into my head about it.

Because you weren't there.

And I missed you.

And to be honest,
I don't think I'm the...

open-relationship type of guy
after all.

Really?

Because, um...

I don't think I am either.

Well, thanks for giving me
permission to figure it all out.

Thanks for giving it to me too.

"Gossip Girl is going live"?

What?

That's Julien! Let's go!

- Come on! Julien!
- Julien, right?

Do you wanna sit?

'Cause my lap's wide open.

I'm joking! I'm joking.

Yeah, I'm a gentleman. Here.

Here. I made some space.

I made some space.
Here, take a seat.

Here. Go ahead.

Watch it!

Hey. Just one more stop.

Come on, baby.
Dance with me.

This is pointless.

Yo, we'll find somebody else
to talk.

No, I mean, look around.

The world is filled
with entitled toxic men

who do whatever they want.

No fucking accountability.

And it's up to us to either smile pretty
when they ask

or run the other direction.

And if we, God forbid,
push back,

there's going to be
another man waiting

to tell us
that we're overreacting

- or crying wolf!
- Free hugs!

None of this is going to
make a difference.

Reaching out to Carmen,
to all the women,

- it was a mistake.
- Free hugs!

It takes a whistle
to silence a woman,

and an entire army
to take down one man.

And you get a hug...

- What the fuck is your problem?
- You are!

All of you are!

This is our stop. Let's go.

Oh, God! It's The Walking Dead
out here.

Hey, watch it!

Even more handsy.

There's Obie! Go.

Hey! GG found the deepfakes.

And she sent a call to her followers
demanding live video of you.

- So, car's over here.
- Okay.

Uh... Never mind.

Change of plans.
We are leaving the car behind.

Where are we going?

Uh... Wherever it is,
we're on foot.

- Excuse me. Sorry.
- Whoa!

Hey, buddy.

I bet you fifty dollars that you
won't run around the block

with nothing but your hat on.

- Fifteen bucks?
- Uh... Sure. Yeah.

- That works too.
- You're on.

Okay. Thank you.

Well, now we blend in.

Riley responded.

She wants to meet right now.

She wants to come forward
about what my dad did to her.

There she is!

- It's Julien!
- Right there, right there!

Right, let's go! Come on! Run!

- What's your problem, man?
- Okay!

Dad?

All this time,
I thought you were in your room,

and then I open Gossip Girl
and see you running down

a midtown street right now,
being chased.

- Where exactly are you?
- Don't be mad,

but we went to talk
to one of the women,

and it actually worked out

because now we're on the way
to see Riley.

Riley?

As in the person
Lauren Thompson lied for?

Yes! I think she wants
to come forward.

She said she has proof.

Julien, over here! Julien!

No, Zoya,
you have to tell her not to.

- What?
- If Riley came forward right now,

she'd be proving Lauren lied.

Lauren would be sued
for libel and defamation.

So, what? You're saying
we let Davis get away with it?

No. You just need to wait
a little longer.

Dad, that's bullshit!

I agree.
But I didn't make the rules.

Lauren lied, even if it was
for a good reason.

Proving that would just bring
the entire case into question

if she came forward.

Where are you going?
I'll meet you.

This is so wrong.

He told people
to track her like prey.

Gossip Girl is this close
to live streaming a snuff film.

- We have to do something.
- We have no game left to play.

Yes, we do.

Hi, Nick. I just saw
Gossip Girl. Insane.

I... I wanted to check in.
Are the girls okay?

I think they're fine.
I'm picking them up at MoMa.

I'm on my way now.

I can come meet you.

Thank you. That'd be nice.

Are you sure this is
the best location?

Yeah, it's, um... it's perfect.

As per Twitter,
you were already here today.

Nobody would think
you'd come back.

That's her.

All right. You gonna be okay?

No.

I don't know why I like
this place.

Most of the artists
were horrible people, but...

somehow I still feel seen
by some of their work.

How long has it been?
Six, seven years?

Something like that.

You look the same.

- So do you.
- Don't lie, girl.

I'm sitting on texts...

between you and my dad

and my dad and
other women and...

I don't know what to think
about any of it.

I just wish there was
a way to make up

for what happened
to you somehow.

You have nothing to make up for.

Then why do I feel so guilty?

- How could I not know?
- He is your father.

Could you tell me what...

I'd rather not.
With you.

I understand.

It's Riley Love!

Give me your phone
and don't say a word.

What are you doing?

Going live as GG.

If I can show Julien's helping

her dad's survivors
come forward,

it'll exonerate
her once and for all.

We can't hear from here.

It's 2021. This shit
will be close-captioned

by lipreading tweens in no more
than a ten-second delay.

Look, I wanted to see you, um,
before I told anyone else.

I just... I wanted to make sure
that you were gonna be okay

- if and when I come out and...
- Oh, God!

My whole existence is built
on speaking my truth,

and now I'm here to ask you
not to speak yours.

Excuse me?

At least not yet.

What's happening?

- So you don't believe me?
- Of course I do.

I just want
everyone else to, too.

I can't let Lauren take
the fall for me.

I know.

But if you speak out now,
it will show Lauren lied.

That could ruin any case
against my dad.

You could both be discredited,
and so would any future claim.

And then no one wins. Just him.

Ms. Love, if I could explain...

- Any word?
- They're safe with Nick.

Come in.

Oh, great. I was hoping
you'd both be here.

Yeah. After the day we had,
I never wanna leave home again.

Day you had?

We went on dates
with other people.

- Dates?
- Yeah.

Hey, it wasn't all bad.
At least it enlightened us.

Mm-hmm. We learned
all we need is each other.

What's new, Wolfe?

- This just in.
- Oh, my God!

One forgotten face
about to hit the headlines

after a long absence.

Looks like this one-hit-wonder

is the true victim
of bad Dad's magic touch.

- But the real hot scoop?
- Kate, wait!

Julien Calloway herself

is working to silence survivors.

At least we finally know
where she stands.

And no matter whose side
you're on,

Julien's just proved
it's all relative.

Mr. Calloway?
Your lawyer left this for you.

Maybe the truth
can set you free. But a lie?

A lie will cost you everything.

XOXO, Gossip Girl.