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GOSSIP GIRL

Good evening, followers.

For those who might have been living under a rock,

maybe you haven't heard: There's a new Queen of Constance.

Over a million views and counting on your last four TikToks.

Tega reacted and Lil Huddy parodied you.

"Besting" is spreading faster than chlamydia through Tisch.

Still no response from Julien?

But at least there's nothing about your mom's grade-buying scandal either.

You've bested even that.

If Julien isn't coming for me, my reign will be as boring as hers was.

That's why you need a romantic interest with which to share your throne

and cause immaculate pain to on a daily basis.

Candidate number one is ready to meet if you are.

- Hi, I'm Skylar. - You're B.G. until I upgrade you.

Skylar Goodwin, 13,000 followers.

She's a senior at Spence, lacrosse captain, student body vice president...

No, too on the nose. Swipe left.

Can you believe it? Our first public date.

Not a hotel fuck or a vestibule duck in days.

Those weren't all bad.

Hey, Stacey. My usual table, please.

- Sorry, Max. We're booked up. - Excuse me?

- Maybe next time, try Resy? - Did you just Resy me?

- We'll go somewhere else. - Yeah. Let's go.

Which brings men to a question for all of you.

Who are you now that things have been turned inside out?

Let's make a carbonaran like the Roman gods intended.

Ingredients... The classic carbonara has no cream.

It's egg, cheese, and a type of bacon called guanciale.

Okay. I may have undercooked it a little bit,

so I hope you like doughy over dente.

The pasta's not the only thing that's doughy.

You've cooked every night this week. The effort hasn't gone unnoticed.

Davis: We need to talk about Julien's sleeping arrangements.

I'm just glad I actually get cooking videos again

after my For You page was contaminated with deHaanTok.

She should have the bigger room.

That's Zoya's room and Julien doesn't mind.

Everything okay?

Davis: I'm the one that minds.

Nick: I'll figure something out.

Yeah. Sorry. Just... work stuff.

I have a huge court case in the morning.

HOW SHE WORE IT HOW I WORE IT

Monet's "Who Wore It?" TikToks are now officially a trend called "besting."

She does look good.

Are you really going to keep playing pacifist while Rome burns?

I'm taking the high road. There's no such thing as a one-sided war.

Tell that to the Romans.

But don't worry, Julien. Imitation is the sincerest form of battery.

Only two more days together.

I'll fly up from the campaign trail as soon as I can.

All I have to do is stand and smile by my mom, anyways.

Maybe I could sneak a hologram of myself in.

Obie! And Grace. It's so nice to see you.

We're at our usual spot if you wanna join.

- Feels like forever... - We're just gonna go hang by the bar.

And after all, a new world order only means one thing, new problems.

- That was weird, right? - Understandably.

We got her wasted and put her meltdown on every platform we could find.

Which is exactly what you need to be doing to Monet.

Devalue that currency, girl. Everyone is looking to you to respond.

Dakota even talked about it on Drew.

I don't care about some fake war with a fake rival.

What I care about are my friends and mending those relationships,

including Obie. And Grace.

It would be easier to stop the polar ice caps from melting.

You wanna do that next?

You didn't have to make it awkward.

Look, just because she apologized for what she did

does not mean that I'm ready to forgive her.

So, can we talk about your mom? I wanna make sure that she likes me.

- She's going to love you. - I wanna make a good impression.

And you'll have the perfect opportunity to.

I was able to wrangle an hour of her schedule for us to have tea with her

before she's surrounded by donors and diplomats

at the big Amnesty International fundraiser at the Guggenheim.

Wherever you may have landed after the shakeup, I hope it's on two feet.

Because sources tell me this ground won't stay stable for long.

Till then, good night. And good luck.

Mike Shubin This account is private.

Dad?

- Kiwi? - How did you get in?

I still have a key.

And look, I made your favorite. Banana pancakes.

You didn't have any bananas, or syrup, so I improvised.

What are you doing in the city?

Big textile convention at the Javits Center.

I was able to land a meeting with a distributor

who has a line on some second-run Turkish fabric,

which I can turn over for a sweet markup.

Wow. That's great, Dad.

I'm sure you're busy educating future presidents all day

and becoming the next Harper Lee at night,

but any chance you can squeeze in

some Kiwi catchup time this afternoon?

Of course! Do you wanna come by the school around 3:00?

You can meet my friends, see where I work.

That sounds like a date.

So good!

Four-point-four-eight! Four-point-four-eight!

Is that a bad thing?

- I was a 4.22 last week. - Oh, so it's a good thing.

No! Of course not. A low rating means

that they're jealous of what they picked you up from or witnessed.

Ticking up is very bad. No table at Odeon? No comps at Dame?

- Waiting in line at Ostbahnhof? - You waited in line?

See? Thank you. She gets it. Diagnosis?

Your cachet's based on everyone's desire to fuck you.

Now that you've gone from Élite to Baby-Sitters Club,

you might as well have moved to Austin.

Now that the world knows he's in a relationship, he's boring?

Exactly.

Maybe you need your very own Manhattan Maxploration.

That helped me when my image needed updating.

No. No. You can't explore a barren ground.

This is absurd. But nothing I can't fix by end of the day.

How?

By helping you do what you do best. Throwing a party.

A debaucherous, drug-fueled, who's-who and who's-under-who,

proving, in sheep's clothing or out, you are still the Wolfe.

You don't even have to partake. You just have to present.

From participant to promoter is a level up.

I get to meet your dad? The man behind your origin story?

The one who begat the woman who begat a revolution?

These days, he begets refurbished furniture, but you'll love him.

Everyone does. Apparently, that gene skips a generation.

Shubin's been stonewalling me

ever since I sent in the tip that got Burton fired.

Speaking of, hot goss on the new head teacher.

- She's like our age. - Which "our"? Yours or mine?

Don't know. Totally crazy.

- Greetings! Headmistress Duva... - Teacher.

Head Teacher Duvall.

Jordan Glassberg, computer science. I look forward to working with you.

- Hi, Jordan. And you must be Kate. - How'd you guess?

Mike and I have been friends since grad school.

He's been filling me in on where the bodies are buried.

That's so good.

- So, when does Tiff get in? - This morning.

She's taking the train down from Exeter, so I guess, like, 10:00?

She's the coolest friend I have. I can't wait for you to meet her.

Great! You're here.

And in the middle of a conversation with my girlfriend.

That's who I was talking to. Hot chai with vanilla sweet cream foam?

My favorite order. How'd you know?

You mentioned it was your go-to afternoon pick-me-up

over New Year's Eve, and I'm a good listener.

Yeah, because you and Monet were trying to sabotage her.

- I was just... - Let's just finish this up inside.

Less... noisy.

Maybe "crash and burn" is a good place to stop.

I'm getting contact basic, anyway.

If she's here to stay, as it appears she is,

I need her to like me, or our entire friend group falls apart!

Look what Monet has done. Everything's fallen apart.

I'm a Met step five. What are you?

Seven. We can't be seen together.

Let me get in good with Grace, and then I'll tackle Monet.

That's right. Twelve dozen of the Kumamoto oysters,

and then six cases of the Larson Blanc de Blancs.

This is clearly reserved seating.

And this is your first warning.

Three of these, and you have to use the teacher's entrance for a month.

You said you had updates for me?

Yes. We found you the perfect candidate.

Tiff Meyers. An ambassador's daughter,

a regular on Forbes 21 Under 21,

rumored dalliances with both Jojo and Auli'i.

She wrote a viral essay at 14 on renewable energy

that was presented by Kamala herself on the Senate floor.

She's the power lesbian of solar power.

There's just one problem.

Her best friend is someone you know.

How is that a problem?

- You have a good day at school. - See you later.

Hi, Grace!

I just wanted to ask if you wanted to hang out today after school.

- Mine, not yours. Do you even... - Home school.

- How lucky! - That tracks.

I wanted to know if you wanted to go shopping with me at the same time.

We haven't spoken since the whole misunderstanding in Hudson.

And I have so regretted my part in Julien's manipulations.

That was your idea, Monet. And...

- But which I agreed to, so... - Right.

These are both such lovely offers. Perhaps we can combine them?

The personal shopping experience that I booked for us at Reformation,

only allows two at a time.

That's too bad.

Okay. I can see if, they can expand.

But please watch my back for any fountains.

I didn't push you...

We'll see you at 3:00.

- Great. - Great.

- Can't wait. - Perfect.

Good luck, bitch. She only has room for one bestie,

and it's going to be me. I'll make sure of it. Girls!

You want in the door tomorrow,

you walk through those doors... in this.

Looks like this armistice is armed and dangerous.

What was once peace is about to be blown to pieces.

How's Operation Feed and Forgive working out for you?

I think I'm one more TikTok recipe away from being ungrounded.

So, what do you say to a celebratory sleepover at my house?

You, me, a two-person in-PJs reading of an Alice Childress,

directed by and starring me, of course,

but with occasional supporting performances from you?

Maybe we should stick to my house?

Okay, I know my dad was kind of an asshole, but...

Your dad probably isn't even around that much right now,

what with his big promotion.

- Why'd you say it like that? - Okay...

Don't freak, but my dad checked with his lawyer friend at your dad's firm,

she says they haven't promoted anyone all year.

- They're in a hiring freeze. - Wait, did you ask him to do that?

Shan, my dad's not a liar. He was on the phone all of last night

preparing for a case he's in court for right now.

- I wasn't trying to start something. - Yes, you were. And I'll finish it.

- Outten and Golden. - Hi, Bradley. This is Zoya Lott.

I was wondering if you knew when my dad was coming out of court today.

No court dates today. Your dad took the morning off.

Let me transfer you to his cell.

Work

Nicholas!

- Thanks for coming in. - Hey.

- Mr. De Haan. - Call me Greyson.

- Shall we? - We shall. We shall.

Yeah, no, it was totally crazy. "Get out of our way!"

You don't think he'd actually...

Tell her you sent the tip in that got her predecessor fired?

You know him better than we do.

How well do you know him, by the way?

The only one with job security here is you,

and the only thing you care about

is a one-sided rivalry with Magic Mike?

Duvall told me this morning to "use less words,"

and if I was "always this much energy."

But what do we do?

Convince Mike sending in the tip was impulsive,

that you're deeply passionate about your beliefs,

and sometimes you get carried away.

He'd never believe me! He'd see right through it!

You could talk to him maybe? Hearing it from someone else could...

- Hey! - Dad! You're early!

- Jordan, Wendy. - A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Keller.

- Pleasure is mine. - Do I seem like a lot to you?

Should we grab a bite? There's a really great halal cart...

Oh! Got us a reservation at Rosa Mexicano.

Only the best for my Kiwi.

Let me grab my purse. Might be expensive.

You guys will talk to that student for me, right?

You can count on us, Kiwi.

Jordan... you should use less words.

"You can..." Six words.

Are you sure about the Bottega?

I think your father would prefer the Etro.

Nope! No, no, no. Hey, look, Pops is gonna love

whatever you wear, I promise. You look great!

I don't know what makes me more nervous.

My first night away with your father since the separation,

or whatever's happening here.

All you have to worry about is being late.

Have fun, boys. And don't... touch the Haring.

- He's been through enough. - Okay.

I'm nervous, Ak. What if Grace's mom doesn't like me?

I'd be more nervous you won't like her.

Charlotte Byron makes the Tea Party look like...

... a tea party. Didn't she campaign for Trump?

What, like your dad and my parents would have if they were from here?

Look, Grace is not like that, all right? She's like one of us.

I know you are nervous about making a good impression.

- You like Grace, and I get it. - Yeah.

Don't stress. You know if I could be there for support, I would, all right?

I get it. Your boyfriend's party takes precedence.

I think he needs you a lot more than I do.

I don't care if your cousin's getting married.

You're the only bartender in the tri-state area

who can make a half-decent Vesper.

So get your shit together and be here by 6:00.

Your ratios are all off. If I wanted CBD, I'd go to CVS.

We normally have more, but Lucas Hedges just bought the bulk of it.

He's hosting a rager in Brooklyn Heights.

We have pre-rolled joints we can give you on discount.

I can guarantee you that there's never been a rager in Brooklyn Heights,

and that pale-faced ginge wouldn't know the difference between dank and ditch.

So you can give him your mids and me your fire,

or I'll put your number on Telegram

and you'll be doing frat runs the rest of your life.

Okay. Ladies, hi. So, I think there might be

a little bit of confusion on where you are right now.

See, Mr. Wolfe has been one of your most consistent customers.

So I think whatever inventory you're thinking of

handing over to Hedges, you can redirect.

We'll pay double?

- Sold. - Sold.

Only one of us is walking out of here Grace's friend. Okay?

- How does it look? - Almost ready!

We can both be. Why does everything have to be a battle?

I really like the emerald green.

Do you really think that they want puppies and hugs?

No, that's for Hillary Duff. Do you want to be dueting

with your younger self ten years from now,

showcasing just how little happened in between?

Or do you wanna keep grabbing those brass rings

until you have full fucking grills?

I want neither of those things.

Okay. So, when I'm done with you, that wish will be my command.

Why do you even wanna be her friend anyway?

She's not big on social media, and her mom redistricted Virginia.

Why do you? She's dating your ex. And she's basic as fuck.

I know what you're feeling. It's a little out of your wheelhouse.

- But I think you've never looked better. - But is it me?

Yeah, Julien has a tendency to only think about herself.

What about... This is more you. Am I right?

- That is so cute. - It is. So try it on.

And then we'll head over to everyone's fave, Scotch and Soda!

- You didn't answer my call. - Excuse me? I was...

- I was in court. - Not according to your office.

They said you took the morning off.

So is honesty really the best policy? Let's find out.

I didn't wanna say anything until I was sure it was happening.

The promotion just isn't enough money. I've started looking for a new job.

And I had an interview in the employment litigation department

at Debevoise and Plimpton.

Dad, why didn't you just tell me that?

I'm, like, always burdening you with bad news.

So I wanted to make sure this was solid before sharing.

It's still not done, but I'm meeting one of the partners

at a charity event at the Guggenheim tonight.

Z, it's fine. We just have to be patient with each other.

Trust takes time to rebuild, for both of us.

Do you know what my favorite thing about Kate is? Her sense of duty.

Obviously, she can be intense, but her intentions are good.

Everything she does, she does because she deeply cares.

- Jordan... - She cares so much.

- Which is why she... - She sent you to talk her up to me.

- No. No, of course not. - Yeah.

- Totally and completely. - Why am I not surprised?

- What the fuck was that? - What do you want from me?

I'm a lot! I have to save my own job too.

To Kate: need a plan B

- Reservation for Keller. - Right this way.

The other member of your party's already been seated.

- Other member? - My girlfriend, Theresa.

Can't wait for my two fave girls to meet.

- Hey. - Sweetie.

Here you go.

How'd you know this is my favorite?

Oh, I just had a feeling.

Only one bagel, though.

Can't be late to meet my mom and Obie.

It's been so nice spending the afternoon getting to know you.

Your mom is super impressive. Is it true that at the age of 25,

she became the mayor of Big Stone Gap?

- You know Big Stone? - Yeah. It's...

There's a movie called Big Stone Gap

starring Ashley Judd and Patrick Wilson.

Yeah! It's... It's one of my fave rom coms.

Mine too! Patrick Wilson is so dreamy.

The dreamiest! Obie mentioned that you used to ride.

When I was younger, my grandma had this horse...

Obie didn't mention my accident?

Jules! How could you forget about Grace's accident?

Found it!

Sorry. Yeah. She... fell.

Her favorite horse, Buttercup, stepped on her face.

...favorite horse, uh, Buttercup, stepped on her face.

I lost my front tooth and could've died.

- Never rode again. - That's horrific.

But I'm so glad you're finding new hobbies.

- You're into soap carving, right? - She won a competition last year at...

Yeah, I saw that you won a championship... at...

Gothenburg! Monet? She hung up?

- Gothenburg. - Yeah.

I love Sweden! We should do a girls' trip to the fjords this summer.

- I'd love that! - So would I.

And then... T and I are planning a cruise to Jamaica.

I gotta tell ya, she's put a spring back into my step.

And you in mine, Den. Your father is quite the character.

- Indeed he is. - Don't you even think about it.

I gotta get to my meeting. But I want to tell you

how happy it has made me having lunch with my two girls.

I will see you later.

- Bye, sweetie. - Bye.

Um... Jamaica.

I know you don't know me at all,

but I'm... I'm not the kind of woman who has blinders on.

He told me about his past, how hard it was for you and your mom.

But he's turned a corner, truly.

He's in therapy. Did you know that?

I didn't know that.

This pic of you and your twin brother is so cute!

- Are you two close, G? -"G"?

Not really. Jake and I shared a womb for nine months, but not much else.

Monet, we've been doing this for twenty minutes.

I'm already late to meet my mom and Obie.

But I'm so loving your looks. Come on, just one more.

- OMG. You know Tiff Meyers? - She's my best friend.

- I'm seeing her tonight. Why do you ask? - What a coincidence!

I have had the biggest crush on her from afar for ages.

- She's like the me of Exeter. - That is a coincidence.

Do you think that you could introduce us?

Sorry, my mee-maw taught me

to never get involved in other people's relationships.

If it goes badly, you could lose a friend. I'm sorry.

Are you kidding me? I spent the entire day pretending that you don't have

the taste of a 25-year-old mom from Tenafly, and for what?

That's what you guys were doing?

- You two are unbelievable. - No, no, no! I wasn't...

I had nothing to d...

How lovely to be dragged down by you again.

- I'll bounce back. And faster. - Synthetics usually do.

She's waking up.

Well, this party has flatlined. Time of death, 7:32 p.m.

It's early still.

- Yeah, and a lot of people already came. - Yeah, pre-game, Hope. Pre-game.

They're not coming back. And worse, my friends from Berlin are in town,

and they didn't invite me to the reunion they're apparently having without me.

I mean, what, did our summer at sea mean nothing to them?

It says here that they're going

to that charity event at the Guggenheim that Grace's mom is in town for.

- Yeah, so? - So maybe we're thinking too small.

I mean, why be a local sensation when you can be a global one?

I mean, if you're trying to get your rep back up,

all you need to do is do what you do best,

cross borders and boundaries.

- Senator. - Thanks.

I'm a Bowman Brothers straight, one rock, but I assumed

you'd prefer a Coke mixed with orange soda?

- You know about Spezi? - I have a great staff.

Since anyone in my orbit is under a microscope,

I have to. I know a lot about you.

Anything that I should be afraid of?

- I have a strong aversion to drama. - As you should.

I'm pretty turned off by it as well.

Doesn't mean you're not still surrounded by it.

The smallest bit of scandal, even on the periphery,

can sink my reelection plans.

I'm not saying I don't approve. Your family's reputation precedes them.

I'm only asking that perhaps you keep this in mind

regarding the company you keep.

- Hi! - Let's put a pin in that for now.

- There you are, darling. - I'm so sorry I'm late.

We've made good use of our time together. Haven't we, Otto?

I'm glad he's accompanying us to tonight's event.

Looking good.

I'll be back by 10:00. Just gonna shake hands and pray.

- Good luck. - Bye, Z.

Hey, Dad. You forgot your...

To MonetdeHaan: Your parents going to that Amnesty Int. event tonight?

Yes, and please never dm me again

Uh-oh. What now?

My dad made me feel crazy, like I was wrong for assuming something.

But he just lied to me again!

Should we ambush him with a polygraph machine?

- I have zip ties in my bag. - No, I have a better idea.

I'm gonna go to that party thing tonight, catch him red-handed.

- I'd like to see him lie to me then. - Good luck.

You can't just play the hand you've been dealt.

AKI: got your wish, we're doing afters at that charity event. See you there?

MONET: I need a favor. You cannot refuse. C u at the Guggenheim.

GRACE: Zoya asked if she could come tonight. I said yes. PS: mom loved you.

It's Charlotte Byron. Please keep our conversation in mind tonight. No drama.

When your back's against the wall, there's only ever one way out.

You have to mount an offensive.

Hey, are you busy tonight? I need your help.

Bye, bye, Byron! Bye, bye, Byron!

Is it always like this?

Occupational hazard,

given our mom's unpopular stances on refugees' rights among the liberals.

- Hope my sister warned you. - Not to worry, Jake.

His family deals with this all the time.

Except he's usually on the other side of the barricades.

Hey, Senator Byron. Fuck you!

Bye, bye, Byron! Bye, bye, Byron!

Nice to see a friendly face. Thank you again for doing this.

Yeah, it's... quite a scene out there. How can I help you avoid one in here?

I promised Grace's mother that there would be no drama.

And of course... Divide and conquer?

All right. One more thing. I didn't tell Grace that I invited you,

just because I thought that she might think it's weird.

Don't worry, I...

I'm Keisha McGuire's guest, so her and I go way back.

Thank you.

Why are you here, De Haan? And what will it take for you to leave?

An introduction to your girlfriend's friend, Tiffany Meyers,

the future Lorraine to my Habsburg.

After what you pulled, why would I do that?

Because I will pull much worse, right here, right now, if you don't.

In front of everyone, including... Who was it? Your future mother-in-law.

- Look... - What?

- Just an introduction? - That's it, king.

We're clashing tones.

We can't meet like this! I'll be back in 15.

- Oh, my God. - What do you...

Well, how exactly is this gonna work?

Just see and be seen with your sea people,

and everyone will be talking about you by morning.

Proximity isn't prominence, Hope.

Well, get in good with them now, go out with them later,

and give 'em a night to remember.

What's this I hear about a night to remember?

- Jules, what are you doing here? - I'm a guest of a guest.

And my host wouldn't really like it if things got out of hand,

so could the pocket pharmacy close for tonight?

This is supposed to be a dignified affair.

All yours.

I cannot believe that you just handed those to her.

I can't believe you think I'd still keep my stash in there

after that Rafa incident.

Jules? Wait, you're here?

This is an event. I go to events. You do not.

Why did you ask Grace to get you in?

My dad lied to me. So I'm gonna catch him in the act,

make sure he doesn't do it again.

Okay. Do you really think that this is the place for that?

This isn't a debutante ball or a school fundraiser.

Look around.

This is politics. The stakes are...

- Jules. - Obie?

- Have you seen Zoya? - Have you seen Monet?

This is exhausting!

Yeah. Now you know how I always feel.

Dad? What happened to your key?

You owe me an explanation.

My dad is in town for a textile convention and he has a key?

No, an explanation for why you sent your minions to sweet-talk me.

- How do you know where I live? - It's on the contact list.

Don't change the subject. What are you so afraid of?

- That I'll tattle on ya? - Yes! Of course, I'm afraid!

I thought I was doing the right thing, and only you know I did it,

and you haven't talked to me since I've done it, so...

So, what do you want from me?

I'm sorry, I wouldn't usually answer an unknown number, but I...

But you're gonna use it to stall?

I understand. Yeah. I can be there in 15 minutes.

- And now I have to go. - Sure you do.

- It's my dad. - Sure it is.

- Don't believe me? Come with. - Fine, I will.

To Jordan: can you handle GG for me tonight?

- Maximus. What are you doing here? - I could ask you the same.

If memory serves, you weren't coming stateside till summer.

Ale, this is my boyfriend, Aki, and my girlfriend, Audrey.

Spreading the love as usual, I see.

Audge, Ak, these are my friends

from my endless COVID summer on the Azimut in the Aegean.

- Enchanté. - Nice to meet you all.

I've heard a lot about you.

Max, didn't you say you made some amazing memories on that trip?

From what little I remember, yes.

What do you say we make some new ones tonight?

Oh! Yeah, sorry, there is no smoking here.

And we don't engage in frivolities anymore.

- We've, uh, matured. - What, from six months ago?

We're focused on the future. We get high on making a global impact now.

That's why we're here. Luc's an intern at the ICC.

He's presenting a paper on the proliferation of opioids.

Well, why not proliferate them here instead?

This isn't a joke, Max. We're not interested.

Here you go.

Aren't you happy? Your cachet falling

isn't because you've gotten boring. It's because everyone else has.

No, they've just forgotten what fun is.

And it's up to us to remind them.

Now's our moment. Don't forget to mention

my passion for protecting the environment.

Tiffany, let me introduce you to...

Monet De Haan. No introduction necessary.

I've been following you for years. Consider me a fan.

The feeling is mutual.

From tailing to trending in record time. I'm impressed.

I was just waiting in the wings for Julien's inevitable crash.

And now I'm waiting for you to leave this conversation.

- Okay. Bye. - Thank you.

The triad is dead in the water, and De Haan is vaguely under control.

Little Z may be a time bomb, but I'm keeping watch.

- Grace's twin brother is kinda cute. - Do not even think about it.

Zoya, what are you doing here?

You said you're meeting with partners from an international law firm, right?

- So where are they? - They're...

Hey, fam! You know, have you seen the view from the roof?

- It is lovely this time of year. - February?

Don't you wanna introduce me to your potential new bosses?

I haven't seen them yet. It's a big space.

Big. Yeah. And yet, small world, there's Greyson De Haan.

What's he doing here?

You would know because he's the one you're here to see, aren't you?

I'm not here to meet Greyson.

I'm going to give you one more chance to tell me the truth.

Zoya, can I talk to you for a second?

Can we save the family showdown for home?

I'm sure whatever you think your dad is doing is worthy of this reaction.

But Obie really needs tonight to go well.

And this doesn't need to happen here. Please?

All right.

- You have them follow a dress code? - And other edicts.

I'll have to try that. I do already have my teachers

taking my exams and writing my papers.

Not to mention pretending to bestie-up to Goody Grace Byron, right?

- A woman after my own dark heart. - Talking about the same Grace?

Spotted, the ascending Queen of Constance

forming an alliance with the Empress of Exeter.

Is this just a simple meeting of the minds,

or an international affair in the making?

- Gossip Girl doesn't waste time. - It's crazy, right?

Although maybe not.

Are you proposing what I think you're proposing?

You and me, as the power couple of the ruling class.

Exponentially raising our followers overnight.

Consolidating powers across school lines.

Setting trends and striking fear throughout the Eastern Seaboard.

- We would be... - Unstoppable.

So, how should we seal this alliance?

Okay. We've got plenty to send to Gossip Girl.

- Or not. - We're good here.

Don't get me wrong. You're smart, stunning, cunning, and cruel,

but I'm not really into girls.

Excuse me? Everyone knows

that you're the supreme sapphic of the sleepover schools.

Everyone thinks I am. But... I actually have a boyfriend.

Don't tell anyone, though, 'cause this is really working for me.

You're queerbaiting? For cred?

Nobody cared about me when I was straight.

I "became" a lesbian and now I'm front of mind.

People are digging around a bit, though,

which is why I'm glad to have met you.

Now we can both get what we want. Power and influence.

What's the problem?

You of all people understand it's the illusion that matters, not reality.

If you want, I can eat you out every now and then,

as long as you let my boyfriend watch.

- What was it this time? - Drunk and disorderly.

We brought him in about an hour ago, but to release him, we're gonna need...

Copy of his driver's license, proof of residency, and 400 cash.

- Already handed over at the desk. - And 28-dollar processing fee.

- Twelve more than Jersey. - You can wait in here.

Now that you know I'm not a liar, please feel free to leave.

It usually takes a couple hours from here.

If it's okay with you, I'll stay.

Power is being talked about. If I wanna get back on the map,

I need to get Luc and them back on it first.

- Seems like a tall order. - No. No, no, no.

Their inner wolves are just dormant.

It's my goal to have them lurching out to their Lambos

like Leo by the end of the night.

But how?

To regain my seat at the table, we're gonna have to make a scene.

You ready?

He's never gonna tell me the truth, no matter how many times I ask him.

So now your food, mortgage, and tuition all come from Big Pharma?

- At least you have a good hookup. - It's not funny!

This is blood money.

If you really want him to admit the truth,

there is one way to do it. But you're not gonna like it.

You sending that in to GG?

- It's what you want, right? - And yet, I'm hesitating.

Why?

I wanted a sapphic victory, but I got a Pyrrhic one instead.

Turns out, she's a secret straight.

So we're like the Gen Z KStew and RPattz.

What's the big deal with that? You're using her, she's using you.

Oh, like you were using Grace.

You were using her, to get to Tiff. I just wanna be her friend.

The only reason that you want to get in good with Grace

is to get back into Obie's good graces.

It's okay. It's human nature for us to convince ourselves

that the things we're doing are noble when they're selfish.

But when it comes to compromising my identity...

I have to draw the line.

I can't believe I'm saying this... but I'm proud of you.

Don't be too proud.

I'm going to give Tiff Meyers the coming out she truly deserves.

- Do you have to do that now? - Why shouldn't I?

Obie asked f...

You know what? Go for it.

I had 'em in the crosshairs.

I looked good, I said all the right things, bought 'em drinks,

and they still turned me down flat.

I just want my seat at the fucking table!

I upholstered the goddamn seat!

What happened with Theresa?

By the time she showed up, she took one look at me and she...

I guess I broke my promise to her.

She's gone. Theresa's gone.

Why don't you get some rest, and we'll talk about this tomorrow?

- Hey. - Hey.

She ever tell you about how she used to bust

all the umbrellas in the house pretending to be Mary Poppins?

She was always trying to make everything perfect.

Always trying to fix everything.

But everything kept on breaking.

She tell you about that?

No. She never told me that.

Apologies. They're rolling.

I hope this doesn't offend your newfound globally responsible sensibilities.

- This is not the place for that, Max. - Déja vu.

Didn't you say that exact thing as you bent me over the Vespa on Hydra?

And, as I recall, you were wrong then too.

I nearly forgot about Hydra.

Well, after taking our entire supply of K,

I'm not surprised. Allow me to refresh your memories.

The event is almost over.

And we did it. Thank you, again.

I don't deserve that. I owe you and Grace an apology.

I only spent time with her today so that I could get closer to you.

I wanted us to be friends, like before.

And I shouldn't have used Grace to do that,

and yet, that's my nature.

If I can't get what I want, instead of letting it go,

I just figure out another way of going after it.

Really been beating myself up about that. But the truth is...

I am sick of pretending that I'm some great person.

I use people. I try to control things.

You should let everyone be who they are too.

I'm trying to make a good impression on my girlfriend's family.

But what about the next time? And the time after that?

Life around us is never smooth.

And you're only gonna be able to hide that for so long

before it explodes all over you.

I can't ever unsee that.

I don't even know what that is.

Those were exhilarating times.

- A shame they're behind us now. - Ah, but see, they don't have to be.

I mean, what good is it in saving Mother Earth

if you cannot revel in her earthly delights?

Don't mind if I do.

What the hell? For old times' sake?

See you on the other side.

I wish I could say he's not usually like this.

- Nah, you don't need to explain. - I just... He's my dad. You know?

He's given me everything. He went broke putting me through Barnard,

bankrupt sending me to Iowa. I owe him everything.

I'm the safest bet he ever made, and I came up short.

- Nah, you're too hard on yourself. - Not hard enough.

I'm a failed writer turned failing teacher.

I took those frustrations out on the head teacher

instead of dealing with them myself.

Then I felt so gross about it that I convinced Jordan

and Wendy to convince you that I'm not as bad a person

as I actually am?

I should probably get going.

Of course.

You know... none of us are as bad as we think we are.

No... Some of us are worse.

- I'm sorry, my daughter is where? - She's just around this corner.

Yeah, she just asked me to get you. And look...

- Nick. - Greyson. Oh, God.

Z, please. Now's not the best time.

For the truth to come out? Why not?

What is going on, and where's Monet?

Z, please.

As his new boss, Mr. De Haan, you should know

that my father's a liar. He lied about his promotion,

he lied about why he was coming here tonight,

and he even lied about working with you.

You decided to go with De Haan Pharma?

No. I'm just...

Using me to leverage an offer from Debevoise and Plimpton, right?

That's not how we do business, Nick. Consider my offer rescinded.

Wait, I thought...

No. I know what you thought, but you were wrong.

And your stunt now cost me not just one, but two jobs.

I didn't mean to lead you on, sir.

Nick, you leveraging me for something better...

that's how I do business.

My offer still stands. And in fact, I'll double it.

- I accept. - Okay.

I'm so sorry!

Friend of yours?

Go, go, go, go, go, go!

What the hell is this?

Obie! Come join us!

Of course! These are your friends too!

Mom, this isn't Obie's fault.

Uh... yes, it is. 'Cause I tried to stop it.

Gossipgirl posted a photo.

This just in. Looks like Exeter's shining star

may not burn as bright as she thinks.

Or maybe that's just the light reflecting from her pants on fire.

You told Gossip Girl I'm het?

Yes. Also that you're a bad kisser. I think it might be too much tongue.

Dyke.

You're not gonna treat my friend like that.

Well, your friend's a bitch.

When I said "war," I didn't know I meant on the same side!

- Don't you love it? - Oh, I do, Julien.

Hey. Come on.

- All right. Hey, that's enough. - Come on.

- You'll be hearing from my lawyers! - Okay, worth it, I promise!

Obie, I'm sorry. I am who I am!

We're leaving.

Do it. Do it!

- Hey, Dad. - Hey!

She's up. Finally.

- How are you feeling? - I'm feelin' great.

Gotta be at Penn Station in a couple hours.

There's an estate sale I wanna hit.

Heard it through the grapevine the owners have a collection

of antique velvet, pennies on the dollar.

I know what you're gonna say. But you don't need to worry.

- This time, I remembered the bananas. - Thanks, Dad.

NEW MESSAGE HI HEAD TEACHER DUVALL...

To everyone watching, we are here to kill the "besting" trend.

And ask why it was ever a trend in the first place.

Why do we love pitting women against each other?

Why compete for space when there is enough room for us all?

- I know I've been guilty of that. - We all have.

It's a story that's been told long before hashtags, duets, or feeds.

And who does it really serve?

It's time we finally stop that story and start a real conversation.

Won't you join us? We go live in five.

I feel like I'm in a Black Mirror episode.

He's this, like, completely different person I don't even recognize.

I'm telling you, we gotta do an exorcism.

I know a hot priest. You know what would look fab with that?

Those Doc Martensnfrom the church lost and found.

- I think they're in the front closet. - Go get 'em, girl. I'll wait.

Take it we're still not speaking? Hold on.

I'll transfer my signing bonus to you directly.

And if my new salary holds,

I'll be able to buy the place back from you fully in the next couple of years.

Thank you, Davis. I appreciate it.

What the fuck?

Thank you.

Good morning, Senator Byron.

- Would you like to get a coffee... - Not necessary. I'll make this short.

Last night was unacceptable.

- I'm truly sorry. I... -"Sorry" won't cut it.

You've proven you're a liability to my campaign.

But... my daughter's happiness is more important to me.

I can assure you I won't be inviting my friends to any more events.

That goes without saying. But one friend in particular

I'd prefer you extricate from your life.

The driver just gave me his demo?

If his music is anything like his ride, it stinks.

No, no. That is the sweet stench of victory, my dear.

After I paid for my messy mates' rides home last night,

Jed was the only car that would pick me up.

Four-point-one-two! Max Wolfe's back, baby.

So, what's next? A power table at Odeon?

Cut the line at Ostbahnhof?

No. I think I'd rather just spend the night with you two. At home.

I mean, what good is a bad reputation

if you can't spend it with the ones you care about?

If she found out what you did, it wasn't from me, Keller.

I know. It was from me.

I don't want to be like my dad,

always saying I'll change tomorrow and then never doing it.

I am who I am, so it was time I owned up to that.

I told her myself. And she understood.

She said she would've done the same thing.

Takes a lot to own up to that kind of thing.

So let me own up to something myself.

The reason I came over last night was to tell you not to worry about me.

I was kinda offended you thought I'd actually do something like that.

I jump to conclusions all the time

about everyone and everything. It is such a character flaw.

- I don't know you very well, and... - But I'd like you to.

Ninth Precinct, tomorrow morning?

- Or maybe dinner tonight first? - I'd like that.

When the dust settles and conflict has become compromise,

we begin to see things a little more clearly.

We need to talk about that TikTok.

Monet and I are putting the conflict behind us. Look.

She even let me wear this. Small step. Tomorrow I'm wearing heels.

No. I meant your whole "Stop the Story" concept is blowing up.

-"Stop the Story"? - Your words.

It is catchy and catching on.

And with the right help, a.k.a. mine, it'll relaunch you.

People want to know your struggles, Your pain. They're gagging for it.

What do you say? Ready to take your influence back?

And in that clarity, we find hope, the chance at a brighter future.

Hey. I came back with the Docs and you were gone.

So? What do you think?

Even when the voices in our head tell us to keep ourselves guarded.

- Is something wrong? - No. Those boots slay.

Come on. Let's go.

To Grace: miss you already

Because hope is fragile. And trust is elusive.

I was worried I wasn't gonna see you before I left.

I'd never let that happen.

TO: +49 211 56150409 I'm getting closer.

I should know who Gossip Girl is by the end of the week.

Nobody is ever truly safe. Not even me.

XOXO, Gossip Girl.

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