All language subtitles for Gossip Girl (2007) - S06E04 - Portrait of a Lady Alexander (1080p AMZN WEB-DL x265 RZeroX)_track3_[eng]

Gossip girl here...
Your one and only source

into the scandalous lives
of Manhattan's elite.

Dan's serial is continuing
in "vanity fair."

Dan, we had a deal.

"Vanity fair" is the big time,
and the more readers I have,

the more power I have.
It is that simple.

(Rufus) Dan wrote the truth.
We are together.

And I want you by my side,
here and at the gallery opening.

Are you Dan Humphrey?

I am.

I read your piece
in "the spectator" today.

Can I buy you a drink?

Absolutely.

Did this really happen?
You and Serena?

Every dirty detail,
exactly as it occurred.

She said she erased it, but did
you actually see her do it?

What is wrong with you?

You had someone who loved you
unconditionally,

and you threw that all away

to let Chuck bass decide
when he's ready for you?

I just have a few questions
about a weekend

you spent with Bart in Dubai
about four years ago.

Dave drove Bart to meet someone
named lady Alexander.

I don't know who she is or even
where to start looking for her.

We will find her.

And who am I?

That's a secret I'll never tell.

You know you love me.

X.o.x.o., gossip girl.

Captions by vita...

(Gossip girl) Extra, extra,
read all about it...

The latest upper east sider
to take center stage

in the social spotlight.

But you know what they say?

If you can't take the heat,
then move to hell's kitchen.

(White arrows' "I can go"
playing)

"Nate Archibald has
the opposite of the midas touch.

"Instead of everything
he touches turning to gold,

he turns all the gold
he's been given to dust."

Your friend's poor, right?

I mean, he's probably
just jealous.

Oh, first of all,
Dan screwed me over

by selling the serialization
of his new book

right out from under me,

and then he releases
the chapter about me.

You look really hot
in the picture.

Who cares what it says?

He's saying that

I'm singlehandedly destroying
"the spectator."

Okay, enough.
This Dan guy is full of it.

No, actually,
if he was making stuff up,

you know, I'd be mad,
but I'd get over it.

Thing is, he's right.

(Sighs) "The spectator" is
in serious financial trouble,

and it's all my fault.

It's why I'm meeting
with the bank later today

to hopefully extend
our credit line.

Can I help? Please.

I am dying for an excuse
to skip brunch

with my dad
and Serena Van Der floozy.

(Chuckles)

No, that's nice,
but you should go to brunch,

and you should be nice
to Serena, all right?

She's the one
who convinced your dad

to let us keep dating,
all right? Give her a chance.

(Georgina)
Your article on Nate

is generating major online buzz.

Huffpo has a link
on their main page,

and Dwight garner
just tweeted about it,

saying that he's halfway through
and doesn't hate it yet.

Even "gossip girl" gave us
a nice plug.

Overall, the reaction's
been positive...

For you, that is.
Not for Nate.

Are they talking about how
the use of real names

makes this my "in cold blood"?

I mean, do they like
the writing?

Are they making any comparisons
to historical literary figures?

Perez Hilton.
But the important thing

is that they're talking
about it.

Literary celebrity is fleeting.

We have to make the most of it.

Trust me. I have been.

I am not talking about trolling
for lit groupies at McNally's

and sleeping
with your coffee dates.

Well, that's how I'm finding
a bed to sleep in every night.

Look, being a writer in 2012

isn't merely about the words
that you write.

It's about your image.

So from now on, you're only
going to be seen with girls

who have Ivy league pedigrees,
or, at the very least, vassar.

She needs to have
cover girl looks

and at least three mentions
in "page six"

in the last six months.

How exactly am I gonna do that?

I've already set up
the interviews.

(Clears throat)

This is the guy
my daughter's dating?

Have you read this article
on Nate?

Oh, I'm not a fan of
the author's previous work.

Well, let me summarize for you.

His last girlfriend was a madam.

Before that, he dated
con artists with an "s,"

because, yes,
there was more than one.

Your friend Dan wrote all this?

Dan Humphrey's a douche.

Well, you can forget

about dating the guy
in this article ever again.

That's fine by me.

Nate is nothing like
the guy in that article.

Well, I don't know what Dan
wrote, but I can vouch for Nate.

He's kind and honest
and a good friend.

And... and he cares
about Sage a lot.

You should get to know him
before you judge him.

Or at least
before you hit him again.

Dad, can he come
to the horse show with us?

This afternoon?

No, that's always been
our thing.

Oh, come on.
You hate it, and you know it.

It'll give you someone to talk
about football with instead.

(Gasps) Nate loves football.

See? Look, we're already finding
things to bond over.

Oh, I guess he can join us.

It'll give me a chance
to talk to him.

Possibly threaten his life.

I'll see if he can come.

Thanks, dad.

You, too, Serena.

Did you see that?

She almost smiled at me.

Hmm.

And don't worry about Nate.
You'll really like him.

He's the best.

Well, you would know.
When were you gonna tell me

you've had sex
with my daughter's boyfriend?

Okay.

This is definitely
a-a fire hazard.

I think it's time to unpack
the boxes Lily sent over.

Sorry, I've been so busy
with this new gallery opening.

I'm actually headed
over there now.

Don't take this the wrong way,

but maybe you're using
the gallery as an excuse

to avoid going
through your old life.

Oh, that's ridiculous.

Is it? (Chuckles)

These boxes are full of stuff
from your time with Lily,

and I can see how
revisiting those memories

could be difficult.

Look, let me help.
I will unpack the boxes,

and when you come back,
they'll be gone.

That would be nice.

Keep the things that we can
use around the loft

and just throw
everything else out.

(Door opens and closes)

(Scoffs and chuckles)

Gosh.

(Sighs)

"May 17, 2008.

Dear Rufus, last night
was the best night of my life."

(Steven) It's kind of
a big deal not to mention.

(Sighs)

I wasn't trying to hide
my past with Nate.

I swear it was a long time ago.

We're just friends now,
and besides,

when is something like that
supposed to come up?

I don't know.

Maybe the second he started
dating my daughter?

Sage knows,
and she doesn't care.

I don't see
what the big deal is.

I don't know everyone
that you've been with.

You're right.

We both have pasts,

but mine's not about
to be chronicled in a magazine.

There's bound to be
a Serena chapter soon, right?

Maybe it's time we have
the conversation...

Discuss everyone
we've been with to avoid

any more embarrassing surprises
in print or at parties.

Everyone?

Well, within reason.

(Sighs)
Second base and beyond.

Kissing doesn't count.

I think it's a great idea.

I just have to
run an errand first.

When you get back then.

(Kisses)

(Beep)

(Beep)

(Cell phone rings)

(Ring)

(Beep)

That Eleanor again?

Debriefing my mother
on Waldorf designs can wait.

She knows I have no buyers,

and she's just calling
to yell at me.

Besides, I have much more
pressing business to attend to,

like finding lady Alexander,

whoever and wherever she may be.

Now I've gone through
the peerage registries

of all the royals
in western Europe,

and the closest I could find
was a lady Alexandria of Lisbon,

but she died 50 years ago
in a Portuguese mental hospital.

I am starting to think my father

had his bodyguard
feed us bad intel.

That is in Bart's playbook,

but I'm having one of those
psychic hunches I get,

like when I predicted
Tom and Katie wouldn't last.

You didn't have to be psychic
to call that one.

I know this may be
a little crazy.

My mother has a friend
called lady Vaughn,

only "lady" isn't her title.
It's her name.

She literally changed it
to sound more important

so she could sit on the boards
of all the big museums,

and it worked.

Maybe lady Alexander
did the same.

(Key clicks)

There she is.

Lady Alexander.

But it says she's not
on the board.

It's a portrait
in a private showing.

By the artist Brian batt.

I know him!
I mean, I-I know his work.

He has a studio downtown.

I always wanted to commission
a portrait of you.

Hmm.

(Cell phone alert chimes)

(Beep)

What's wrong?
The eggs overcooked again?

No. Well, actually, yes,

but that's not what's
so upsetting.

Eric just texted me
from Sarah Lawrence

telling me
I was on "gossip girl."

This is about our wedding?

No, the night before,
when I slept with Rufus.

That's old news.

I have no idea why
I'm suddenly on the radar

of this childish blog.

I think it's fairly obvious
what kind of child

would be putting out
such stories.

Charles?

No, he would never.

He shipped a woman in from Dubai

to drive a wedge in between us.

I'm sorry he keeps dragging you
into our fight.

Well, maybe that's why he
hasn't returned my calls.

I'll take care of it.

(Whispers) Okay.

(The cold & lovely's
"paper and gun" playing)

I love how you combine
the classic portraiture

with pop culture,

but we really came to see
your portrait of lady Alexander.

Friends of ours saw it
in your private show at the met,

and they suggest
we mimic the style.

I wanna do the exact same pose.

I think you've got
the wrong guy.

I don't do that sort of thing.

Obviously, we wouldn't
want to compromise

your artistic integrity by
recreating someone else's pose.

Unless it's okay with her.

And we tripled your fee.

I don't mind calling
lady Alexander myself.

See, I generally don't
take no for an answer.

So if you'd simply provide
a phone number...

Looks like Chuck's midas touch
is still intact.

I really hope we're not talking
about the same lady Alexander.

Here she is.

But a horse by any other name
is still a horse.

And Chuck and Blair
can't seem to buy a clue.

Assuming that lady Alexander
isn't related to Mr. Ed,

it appears we've hit
another dead end.

Well, not exactly.

Thoroughbred registries have
all the important info

on every sale, such as
prices and previous owners.

It's like m.L.S. For horses.

So find the horse,
find the owner.

Here she is... lady Alexander.

It says she was bought
four years ago

by Bartholomew bass.

What else does it say?

Well, not much except she was
just under $1 million.

Is that a lot of money?

For regular people, yes.

I meant for a horse.

(Beep)

I didn't realize your father
was such a horse enthusiast.

He's not.

Well, then...

Why did he buy
a dozen thoroughbreds

in a single month?

Let me see that.

It says here he bought them all
from the same man in Dubai.

I don't recognize the name,

and I've been through
the bass industries books

with a fine-toothed comb.

Maybe your father's secret
is that he's just into horses...

Really, really expensive horses.

I doubt he'd pay off Amira
for that.

I need to find sheikh Hassan.

There is a big
3-day horse show going on

just outside the city right now.

I saw it
on one of the registries.

It... it attracts
an elite international crowd.

Maybe if the sheikh
isn't there himself,

he has people there for him?

Looks like
we're back in the saddle.

You... you have a house
in the Hamptons, too?

And in Aspen
and in St. barth's, too.

Sorry. Tiffany. Time's up.
Don't call us. We'll call you.

♪♪

Okay, you both know the drill.

Skip the small talk
and get down to business.

You have five minutes.

♪♪

Serena.

Are you here to interview
for the position?

I'm sorry.
Do you work here now?

As if.

I'm pimping out celebutantes
for Dan to have sex with.

If you're interested,
you can, uh, get in line.

♪♪

Uh, Dan told me to meet him
here. I'll just be two minutes.

That's fine,

but I'm going to have to ask you
to leave your bag.

We can't risk any unauthorized
recording devices.

His words are worth too much.

No, the bank has
all my paperwork, okay?

And you've seen the numbers,
and they're good.

No, I-I get that
there's a lot of money

going out the door
each month, okay?

But just,
with a little more time,

I know I can turn things around.

I understand. Thank you.

Who let you in here?

That article this morning
was unfairly biased.

It's my job to report
on other people's business.

I'd be a hypocrite
to get upset about it.

Plus, "the spectator"
just got plugged

in a popular national magazine.

The glass is
half full approach, huh?

Yeah.

I know your paper is in trouble.

I also know that you are
a lot smarter

than that article
makes you out to be.

So I am here
to offer you some relief.

Let's talk.

So what's so important
you had to see me in person?

And allow Georgina to frisk you?

I-I need to know, did you write
a chapter about me?

Of course I did.

You really think my father
or Nate are more interesting

than the infamous
Serena Van Der Woodsen?

Okay, but I need to know what's
in it and when it comes out.

Well, that would ruin
all the fun.

Dan, I'm serious.

Did you write about

that night that we were together
at the Campbell apartment?

(Sighs) Relax.
I didn't publish any of that.

(Exhales)

But not to protect you.

Um, because it was
the most humiliating thing

I've ever been a part of.
But don't worry.

There's... there's gonna be
some good stuff in your chapter.

♪♪

I think I might even
include a little tidbit

of this desperate conversation.

Wow, I... I can't believe

I ever loved someone
who could write

such awful things about
his friends and family.

Right, 'cause you were
thinking about my feelings

when you made that sex tape.

You know what?

The worst part is you actually
seem to be enjoying it.

Serena, wait a second. Wait.

On your way out,
just let Georgina know

that I gotta take
a bathroom break.

Thanks for stopping by.

Uh, Dan says have the next girl
meet him in the bathroom.

Mmm. That's more like it.

(Beep)

Hey. I just finished my errand.
Yeah, I got everything I needed.

So...
You back "the spectator,"

and I put out fluff pieces
on you and Lily

to offset her bad press
on "gossip girl"?

I know you did well
with that article on Rufus,

and mature readers
help broaden your demo.

You will have the extra cash
you need.

And as for me,

a happy wife is a happy life.

Hmm.

Next thing I know,

you'll be asking me to write bad
press on Chuck, huh? (Chuckles)

I'm not looking for
another partner. I'm sorry.

I'm gonna handle this one
on my own.

I have no doubt
you will succeed,

especially if you've inherited
your father's gift with numbers.

He was always so...

Inventive.

(Sighs)

(Taps button)

(Beep)

Hey, it's Nate.

Listen, I have
a business proposition for you.

(Cell phone rings)

(Ring)

(Beep)

Well... at least I know
your phone is working.

What I don't know is why
you're avoiding my calls.

It's nothing personal.

As you know, I've been
avoiding my father.

And, well,
you're married to him.

Does that mean

you're behind the stories
about me on "gossip girl"?

Is that what he told you?

I hope you know I would never
do something like that to you.

Well, I needed to hear it
from you.

I also need for you to
end this feud with your father.

I love both of you,

and I can't stand
to be in the middle of it

a second longer.

I appreciate your desire
to bring us back together,

but we were never close
to begin with.

The man's idea
of father/son bonding

was teaching me
how to diversify bonds.

It's always been business
between us.

Well, I got us tickets
to the horse show,

but it starts in an hour,

so...

Oh. Hello, Lily.

Oh, well, you don't mean the one
at the stone orchard stables?

It is. I... I don't...

Chuck?

Oh, I haven't been in years.
It's a fabulous event.

And a wonderful opportunity,
Charles, for you and your father

to talk about something
other than business

and start to make amends.
I'm gonna see if he's available.

Oh, please. No, don't tell him.
This should be a surprise.

(Knock on door)

Well, that was fast.

So... what's this
big business opportunity

you mentioned on the phone?

Mind if I come in?

Looks like Chuck and Blair
aren't the only ones

with a surprise visitor.

So much for golden boy
going it alone.

So what's with all the boxes?

Are you moving in,
or is Rufus moving out?

It's Rufus' stuff from Lily's.

I know you released the story
about Rufus suing Dan,

so I figured you might
also be behind

all the stories about Lily
on "gossip girl."

Ooh.

Well, now I know where
you got all the ammo from.

Lily acts so high and mighty,

but look at her.

She's been married
a dozen times,

she's had countless affairs,
a secret kid,

she's even spent time
under house arrest,

but never pays the price.

And why should Rufus suffer

while Lily's reputation
remains unscathed?

I agree.

You do?

But Lily's friends don't read
"gossip girl."

So you should put the stories
out on "the spectator."

I can see why

you don't feel like socializing
with your father,

but why would you insist
on keeping your attendance

at an equestrian event a secret?

I could care less
about the horses.

I'm looking at the property

as long as
my father and I are both

in the real estate game
in New York,

there will never be peace
in our family.

Stone orchard is for sale?

Uh-huh.

Oh, my god. What a shame.

It's been in the same family
for two centuries.

Well, I heard they lost
a fortune in Facebook stock.

I'm just exploring
the possibility,

and I don't want Bart to know

until it's real.

This is fantastic, Charles.

Good for you!

I am so proud of you
for thinking outside of the box,

and outside of Manhattan.

(Chuckles)

I know the place quite well.

I actually put my horses there

when we first
moved back out east. And...

I mean, I could show you around?

(Mouths word)

I promise, not a word of this
to your father.

Ooh. Well, then there was Ben,

who, contrary to
some forged documents,

I didn't sleep with
when I was 15.

Not until after
he got out of prison,

and that was the last guy
I was with before you.

You said that was
a year and a half ago.

Not even one random hook-up
between the jailbird and me?

No. I swore off men. I just
wanted to focus on myself.

Uh-huh. Mm-hmm.

Oh, I know that must be hard
for you to believe,

since you spent
the entire winter focusing on

the "sports illustrated"
swimsuit models.

Wait, wait. Come on.
You saw that cat daddy video.

(Laughs)

(Laughs)

So that's it, then?
We're... we're good?

I feel prepared for anything
that could be published.

Okay. (Scoffs)

No.

Just... no.

Did, uh, Nate get back to you
about the, uh, horse show?

He's got some work to do.
He's gonna meet us there.

I'm really glad he's going.
Go easy on him, okay?

Serena, did you want
to come, too?

I mean, if my dad wants you to.

Oh. Well, I-I don't want
to intrude.

No. No, no, come.

You can keep Sage occupied while
I interrogate her boyfriend.

(Chuckles)

Bart, dear, I know you're going
to be devastated,

but I was thinking we should
cancel our dinner

with the kranzlers this evening.

Gee, that's too bad.

I was looking forward to dodging
all their questions

about my disappearance.

Well, don't worry.
We'll reschedule.

You needn't bother, Lily.

What else did you have in mind
instead?

Well, I was suddenly in the mood
for a spa overhaul...

Massage, facial, nails,
the works.

Are you still upset

about Chuck and those stories
on "gossip girl"?

Because I'm planning
to stop by the empire

and have a talk with him.

Oh, I don't think
that's necessary.

I spoke to Charles, and he said
he didn't leak those stories,

and I believe him.

So I'll call you when
I'm done, okay?

Sure.

(Beep)

Thank you for keeping this
between us.

I hate lying,

but there's no reason
to concern your father

if it helps you with your plan
to make peace.

Trust me. If he found out,
he'd run everything.

Sometimes it's best not to call

in order to avoid
being called out later.

(Stepdad's "pick & choose"
playing)

(Indistinct conversations)

(Blusters)

(Lily) Just smell the air...
So crisp and clean.

And fertilized.

You know, there is so much
to show you.

This could take all afternoon.

Oh! Uh, uh, did you see that
woman over there waving at you?

Which one?

The one that looks like
Princess Anne.

She's saying your name
and waving.

Are you sure?

Ah. Well, maybe I should go say
hello. I don't want to be rude.

Mm.

Excuse me.

Okay, now it's your chance!
Go! Run!

Blair, this isn't
a hostage situation.

I don't even know who to...
Excuse me.

Can you tell me if

any of sheikh Hassan's horses
are competing today?

Mm... just one... crown Jewel.
She's on the course.

Thank you.

Okay, look.

I'll go and see what I can
find out about sheikh Hassan.

If you can keep Lily occupied
for a few...

I got a closer look,
and it is Princess Anne

with her daughter Zara,

but are you sure
she was waving at me?

Because we've never
actually met before.

Maybe she was just
swatting away mosquitoes

or airing out her pits.

Hmm.

(Laughs)

Well, either way,
where should we begin our tour?

Mm-hmm.

Hey, guys, sorry I'm late.
I... (Sighs)

No, it's okay.
We just got here ourselves.

Nate, this is my dad.
You remember his fist, right?

Ah.

Yeah, sorry about that.

I've never actually punched
anyone before.

You definitely did a good job.
It hurt, so...

Hey, do you wanna
go check out the horse?

Yeah. You guys stay
and bond over how great I am

and how you want me
to be happy, okay?

Great. Bye!

You know, just so you know,

I had to...
Ice my hand all night.

Probably hurt me
more than it you.

(Chuckles)
And I should probably tell you

I am a huge fan
of the business you've built.

I've been following your career
for forever now. So...

You're not dating my daughter
just to get to me, are you?

No, sir. It's just
a purely added bonus.

Whoa! Whoa!

You may be dating my daughter,
but I'm dating your ex.

That cancels out the need
for any "sirs."

(Laughs)

(Man over P.A.
speaking indistinctly)

Lily, hi!

Hi!

It's so nice to see you
back at the barn.

Thank you, Jessica.
Great to see you as well.

(Chuckles)
Enjoy the rest of your day.

Ah! Thank you.

If you ladies wanna get a drink,

I think I'll check out
the stables.

Now leaving the course...
Crown Jewel,

owned by sheikh Hassan,

ridden by the sheikh's daughter
iman.

Oh, I think the stables
are this way.

Actually, Lily... (Chuckles)
Can we take a little detour?

You know, I've been considering
an equestrian print

for my next line,
and I want you to introduce me

to those women
in the fabulous fascinators.

Next on the course...
(Speaking indistinctly)

That is a beautiful horse.

I'd love to talk to you
about buying it.

(Francisco the man's "dreams"
playing)

So who's it gonna be?

Personally, I think Melissa has
the better face for photos,

but Natasha is a coppola,

and that does come
with a certain cachet.

Well, I have to choose now?

Obviously.

But can't it wait?
I mean, I'm... I'm... I'm exhausted.

Oh, suck it up, Humphrey.
They have pills for that.

These girls are perfect.

They all come from
great neighborhoods,

have very high I.Q.S,
and dress in designer labels.

They meet
all of our requirements.

This just isn't me.

These girls might
be perfect on paper,

but they're not
who I'm looking for.

Who you're...

Since when are you looking
for anybody?

Don't go soft on me now,
Humphrey.

Finding true love was never
part of our deal.

♪♪

(Sighs)

I'm sorry you're not selling.

She's absolutely stunning.

Thank you.

My family takes great pride
in our thoroughbreds.

I know. I've been a big fan
of your family's horses

since I was a child.

There was one in particular
I remember seeing compete.

I think she was yours.
Lady Alexander?

(Chuckles) Lady Alexander
was my childhood horse.

She was much loved but never
competed a day in her life.

My father must've loved her
as much as then,

because he paid a great deal
for her.

Again, you're mistaken.

She was sold to a family friend
several years ago

and put to pasture.

She was worthless to anyone
but me.

Which made her priceless.

Uncle Bart! So good to see you.

I see my son is attempting
to work his charms on you.

Why didn't you tell me
Bart bass is your father?

He's like family.

Our fathers were such good
friends before his accident.

Speaking of which,

I was sorry to hear
of his recent passing.

Is that...

I think that's Serena.

(Sage) You know her?

Uh, yeah. That's my mom.

(Cell phone ringing)

Come on.
I'll introduce you.

Grandma.

Oh, no, no.
Don't call her that.

Yeah, as much
as I'd love to stay

and chat with
your charming daughter,

I have to take this call
from my mother.

Oh, tell Eleanor I said hello.

Mm. (Chuckles)

Serena, darling, I had no idea
you were coming to this.

(Kisses)

Oh, yeah. It was just
a last-minute decision.

But I want you to meet
Steven's daughter Sage.

Hi. It's nice to meet you.

Oh, likewise.

Um, you're so much...

More mature than I'd imagined.

(Laughs)

I should probably go check
on my dad and Nate.

Okay, I'll be right there.

How old is she?

Oh, you know what?

This is probably my fault
that you have a father complex.

Wait, so you really played
basketball at Duke?

(Laughs)
You're really that gullible?

No. No, unlike the other
chemical engi-nerds,

I did watch a few games.

Hey, some people call it
gullible.

I like to call it trusting.

(Both chuckle)

It seems like you guys
are getting along.

No black eyes at least.

No, you were... you were
right about this guy.

He's trusting,
which may have led

to some poor
business decisions but...

It makes for good character.

He reminds me a little of myself
at his age.

Hey, that means a lot, man.
Thanks.

Okay, I wanted you guys
to get along.

There's no need
for a full-on bromance.

Where's Serena?

She ran into her mom.

Wait. Lily's here?

(Cell phone alerts chime)

Do you know if he still
wants to have kids?

I mean, maybe he's done.

Mother!

Can we have this conversation
somewhere else?

People are starting to stare.

Oh. (Scoffs)
It's probably another one

of those "gossip girl" stories
about me.

Oh, I hope it ends soon.

Oh, no, it's... it's not
a "gossip girl" blast.

It's a "spectator" blast...
About both of us.

"Like mother, like daughter.

"They not only share
the same taste in clothing

"but also in men.

"Looks like Steven Spence
put age before beauty

by sleeping with Lily
before Serena"?

Excuse me.

Hey, Serena, wait.

Did you just omit someone
from our conversation?

Like, I don't know, my mother?

What... what are you talking
about?

Your love life is the one being
published on "the spectator."

I had no idea that the story
was about him, okay?

I-I gave it to my editor
so I could be here with Sage...

And get to know Steven.

Well, thanks to you,
we all know him better now.

Way to go, Nate.
Dad, seriously? Gross.

(Scoffs)

Yeah, I-I have no idea
why there's a story

about me sleeping
with your mother.

It's not true!

(Sighs) Actually, it is.

There are
two sides to every story,

with the truth and Serena
stuck smack in the middle.

I think you're confusing me
with someone else.

Unfortunately, I'm not.

Okay, well, one of you is wrong,
and I really hope it's you, mom.

I know we've met a few times
socially,

you know, through
the central park conservancy.

And the Bancroft wedding?
The one in the Irish castle.

We snuck down to the dungeon,

opened the oldest bottle
of whiskey we could find.

My last name was Mueller then.
Klaus' ex?

Lily Mueller.

Oh, my god.

Oh! So it is true?

Look, it... (Sighs)

It was... it... it was
right after my divorce.

You know, I had gone skiing
in verbier

and hurt my knee.

There were... there were
painkillers and... and whiskey

and... (Inhales deeply)
Oh, wow.

Is that why you were so cold
to me at conservancy events?

I didn't know
about the painkillers.

Yeah.

But you did know
that we were dating.

Why didn't you say anything?

What was I supposed to say?

I-i... you... you told me that
you two were madly in love

and that he could be the one.

Besides...

I figured Steven should
be the one to tell you.

Well, I guess this was
one of those surprises

we were hoping to avoid.

This is your final notice.

(Speaking indistinctly)

In five minutes.

What the hell do you think
you're doing here,

talking to iman?

Enjoying the horses.
Same as you, right?

Because Lily would hate to learn
that you had me followed.

You need to stop sticking your
nose in where it doesn't belong

and leave Lily out of this.

Do we understand each other?

I didn't realize you'd become
such an animal lover.

I have a dog, too.

I find the company of animals
preferable to some people.

Another weakness
you didn't inherit from me.

I pulled the story
off the site, okay?

I got ahold of some old list
Lily made.

You know, the names of everyone
that she had ever slept with.

I-I swear I didn't know
your dad's name was on it.

Everything was going so well.

My dad was really starting
to like you.

I screwed up. I'm sorry.

I should've vetted the article
before it ever came out.

What do you have against
Serena's mom anyway?

Nothing. I don't have anything
against her.

I just...

It was a... it was a...
It was a desperate move

to save my company.

It was a mistake.

Well, you decided to do it
on your own for a reason.

I did, and I think I know
of a way that I can

without hurting anyone
that I care about.

Hey. I'm sorry.

Okay? I'm really sorry.

And I just...

I don't want to lose
"the spectator."

Or you.

(Horse whinnies)

I just saw Lily leaving
with Bart.

Did you not tell him
you tracked down the sheikh?

Doesn't matter. Sheikh's dead,
and the daughter won't talk.

She won't? Why not?

(Inhales and exhales deeply)

She calls him "uncle Bart."

We're done here. Shall we?

Uh, I'll meet you at the car.

I need the ladies' room
after all those mint juleps.

Right.

Next on the course...

(Speaking indistinctly)

Owned by the Kelly stables.

Iman? Hi.

I'm Blair.
I'm a close friend of Chuck's.

I know he left before
he could speak to you,

but this is important to him,
and so it's important to me.

Is this about the horse?

Because I know Chuck
never really wanted it.

He was just flirting with me.

I don't think he was
flirting with you.

Look, I know how much
these horses mean to you

and meant to your father.

Unfortunately, they don't
mean that much to Bart.

He isn't exactly
a big donator at p.E.T.A,

if you know what I mean.

I'm not sure I do.

Well, Bart bass.
Killed a tiger on safari?

He eats veal on a regular basis?

I don't know about any of that,

but he was a good friend
to my father.

He bought lady Alexander
and the others

so they could live out their
days on a farm in Virginia.

Okay.

Listen, Princess Jasmine,

the fact is,
your uncle Bart is bad.

I'm sure every single horse
he bought from your family

went straight
to the glue factory,

including your beloved
lady Alexander.

But, if you like, go ahead.
Check it out.

See if you find

the Bart bass retirement home
for aged equines.

Trust me,
Chuck is the good guy here,

and he needs your help.

On the Upper East Side,
it's hard to know who to trust.

(Sighs)

Usually, the answer is no one.

I'm sorry, but it's gonna
take me more than a car ride

to forget the fact that
you slept with my mother.

Serena, I can't change
what happened.

I can forget it, obviously,
but I-I can't change it.

Maybe you can forget, too?

I don't know if I'll ever
be able to forget this.

Well, I...

I guess I can try
to move past it.

I mean, crazier things
have happened in my family.

Wait, wait, wait.
Please, just not so fast.

There are certain images
that keep popping up.

Then we must try to erase them.

(Sighs)

I'm warning you.
This could take a while.

Mm-hmm. (Chuckles)

I never thought
I'd see you again.

Care for a drink?

I can't stay long,

but I wanted to tell you

that I looked into what
your friend Blair told me.

Lady Alexander never went
to any farm in Virginia.

Blair told you she did?

No. Bart told me.

But the horses he purchased
from my family

are nowhere to be found.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Bart obviously didn't care much
about your horses

and probably paid your father
a lot of money

for something else.

Do you know what it was?

Maybe a-a real estate deal?
Perhaps a hotel?

A hotel?

No, my father was
in the oil business.

But Bart couldn't have
been involved in that.

Why not the oil business?

Because we have a home in Dubai,
but we're sudanese nationals.

I'm sorry. International affairs
are not my area of expertise.

Well, at least not this kind.

Well, the U.S. has an embargo
against trading oil with Sudan,

so if that's what he bought
from my father...

Bart was breaking federal law.

Thanks for taking another look
at my loan application.

I... (Scoffs) Can't believe
I left out all the revenue

from the new markets.

Just a rookie mistake, I guess.

Well, the numbers do
look better,

and, uh, I'm glad
you caught the error,

because, uh, with ad sales
projections like this...

We're happy to extend

"the spectator's"
line of credit.

Thank you so much.
You're a lifesaver.

Now let me just go make you
a copy of this real quick.

I'll be right back.

(Door opens)

(Cell phone rings, beep)

How did it go?

Yeah, Nate asked me to take
another look at the numbers

like you said he would.

Are you sure you wanna
co-sign on this loan?

It's obvious he's doctored
his earnings report.

The apple doesn't fall
far from the tree.

Send me the documents to sign
in the morning.

(Beep)

(Sighs) Again, I'm sorry

I didn't tell you
I was with Charles,

and you felt the need
to follow us.

Apparently...

(Clink)

With good reason.

He's just trying
to make things right with you.

I know how much
you wanna believe that,

but Charles has done nothing
since we've gotten back together

but lie and manipulate you.

Oh, really? You really think
I'm that much of a pushover.

He will prey upon
your maternal instincts

to get between us.

Well, I won't let that happen.

Neither will I.

You know how much
I don't like ultimatums,

but I'm afraid Chuck
has left me no choice.

If you wanna be with me,

you need to stay away
from my son.

(Gasps)

You can't ask me to do that.

He's my son, too.

(Cell phone rings)

We're not done discussing this.

So Bart was using the horses

to hide the money he was
buying illegal oil with?

He had to hide it somehow.

Sudan is an embargoed country,

which means
he didn't fake his death

because he was worried
Mason nevins

would come after Lily or me.

He did it so he could avoid
federal prison.

Well, this is what we need.

Right? Quick. Call the CIA
or the FBI or tmz.

Let's turn him in!

I wish it were that simple.
We need evidence first.

(Sighs)

I was already planning our
victory celebration in my head.

We were in a bubble bath
with a bottle of grande cuvee

and no business in
the way of us being together.

Hold onto that visual.

Mmm. If I must.

Call me if you need anything.

(Beep)

(Beep)

Blair, it's Jean Pierre.

Your mother is not pleased.

She knows
you're avoiding her calls

and that you don't have orders
from any buyers.

She says you have one month
to fix this.

(Line disconnects)

(Exhales deeply)

Lily, I cannot apologize
to you enough.

I mean, nothing like this
will ever happen again

in "the spectator,"
I promise you.

Thank you for understanding,
yeah. Bye.

(Beep)

I hope you're here because
you forgive me, too.

I hope that answers
your question.

If Serena can forgive my dad
for sleeping with Lily,

and Lily can forgive you for
publishing a story about it,

I guess I can forgive you
for acting like a jerk.

(Scoffs)

You know, I-I haven't
gone through those.

Are you sure you just
wanna throw it all away?

Some of it must have
sentimental value.

Yeah, I'm sure,

and I'm sorry I put
the responsibility on you

to begin with,

but I was at the gallery,

and I realized
I don't want this stuff.

I-I don't wanna look back.

I just wanna look forward...

With you.

(Stepdad's "warrior" playing)

We all have things from
our past we'd like to erase.

(Sighs)

Philip, get some popcorn.

I ran into Serena earlier today
and picked up a movie for us.

But on the Upper East Side,

it's not so easy
to hit "delete."

♪ Step forward

there's always a record
of misdeed somewhere...

And someone's always
looking for it.

(Elevator bell dings,
doors open)

Humphrey,
what are you doing here?

I'm pretty sure you have
a spare room up in here.

I was wondering
if I could crash.

You made it pretty clear
you were done with me.

What's changed?

I realized I made a mistake.

I've missed you.

I've missed... my friend.

Last year, when you had no one,
I was there for you.

I kinda need you to do
the same for me right now.

Serena's bed is empty.

Make yourself at home.

♪ Will heal

better not to ignore the past
but learn from it instead.

♪ Nor the sword

otherwise, history has a way
of repeating itself.

X.o.x.o., gossip girl.