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♪ ("WHAT'S THE POINT"
BY EMPRESS OF PLAYS) ♪

♪ What's the point
Of loving like this... ♪

Sooner or later,
we all go to war.

And when that begins...

it's only natural
for our defenses to go up.

Especially when we find
ourselves under fire.

We said we wouldn't look!

♪ There's some things
That I never miss... ♪

I was just checking the weather.

If it was snowing,
I would have to go back

to my dad's house
and get a coat.

But... all clear.

Breakfast is ready.

Dunno 'bout you,

but I love the smell
of facepalm in the morning.

And what can you do

when the enemy has you
backed into a corner?

Call in support?

Rally the troops?

Growing up, I wasn't even
allowed to go to Alphabet City.

Now a 500 square foot
apartment there

costs more than
a whole house in Buffalo.

Why are you looking at
three bedrooms?

She and I could just share.

The firm's already putting me on
some bigger cases.

Many more billable hours.

We'll be fine.

I still can't believe
we have to leave.

The building's gonna
take photos at three.

Maybe stay at school
a little later

and do your homework there?

Dad, that can't be
who I think it is.

But remember, there's nothing

quite like a sneak attack.

Here to set the record straight

about recent accusations
is Davis Calloway,

with his fiancée Lola Morgan.

- Engaged again. Imagine that.
Thank you.

During our relationship,

-he proved to be
one of the most...
- No, don't.

Whatever your
defensive strategy might be,

know that I'll be here
to give the blow-by-blow.

-I know his heart like my own.
Because at the end
of the day,

it's kill or be cancelled.

The accuser is mistaken.

Davis, I notice that
you've been quiet.

It's a change of pace
for me, I know.

But really,
I'm just trying to listen.

You know, everyone has
their version of the truth.

The last thing that I wanna do

is prevent someone
from speaking it.

I'm glad you said that,
because there are rumors

that your own daughter

tried to stop an accuser
from coming forward.

I heard about that,

but I know that whatever Julien
is doing, however misguided,

that she's doing it
in support of me.

I just want her to know,
if she's watching,
that I love her.

-And, uh, we're gonna make--

I can't believe he'd say that

after everything
he's put you through.

There's no way anybody's gonna
believe that, right?

Of course not.

- It's all right, Jules.
- Yeah.

Well, if you guys
can believe that, then so can I.

Couldn't we have met
anywhere else?

The perfume in here
is too expensive for my sinuses.

This is all my fault.

There is no way
you could've known

how people would misinterpret
what she was doing.

We don't even fully understand
what she was doing.

We know it's not what
she was being accused of.

I just wish I could end this
whole thing once and for all.

You could come clean?

Or we could continue
brainstorming

like we have for days.

- You're not helping.
- How can I?

One shady move
and I'll be out, too.

I may be useful
as their tech guy,

but I'm a holdover
from the last administration,

and you know
how long those last.

Maybe we can get one of
the others to turn?

- Sharon? Tati?
- Sharon's QAnon,

and they both rolled over
for Scott.

He does all the posts,
full stop.

When he's done
dismantling Julien,

there'll be nothing left.

Women don't get to rebuild
the way men do.

Do you think he understands
he's destroying her?

What he understands is that
he has a captive audience,

and they're eating up
what he's serving.

Hey, Mom!
Is it okay if Julien's over
a bunch this weekend?

Oh, of course.
She's lucky to have you.

It's not easy
to stand by someone

when they're going through
something so hard.

Oh, it's just
a temporary crisis.

Which is more than I can say

about whatever
is happening in here.

Oh, it's the Equinox Hotels gig,
remember?

An "athleisure garment" that can
live on and off a treadmill?

Definitely screams,
"running in place."

Look, I know that
it's not fashion.

But it feels so good to be doing
something creative,

and it really has me, like,
just so excited.

Listen.
What do you think of this?

Post-COVID chic
jumpsuit caftan line.

"Self-Caress by Katharine Hope."

Oh.

I think Kmart will love it.

Ouch. Geez.

Wait. What is this coral dress?

Oh, that's something I scrapped.

Bold color. Chic contour.

Mom, if I were you, I would
table this MumuLemon idea

and I would expend
my energy here.

I thought so too.
So I mocked one up. Look.

Look. Just doesn't sing to me.

Are you losing your hearing?

- This is a coloratura.

It's fast fashion
that's actual fashion.

It is too specific,
and relies on a consumer

that I don't have
name recognition with.

It's better to go broad
and get back on track.

What are you thinking for
our post-game carb load?

Should I get our table at Lilia,

or are you in more of
a Pierozek mood?

Uh, I actually think I might
need a bit of a rain check.

'Cause I was thinking about
checking in on Julien.

You know, maybe bring her
some mochi donuts,

making sure
she's doing all right.

- Just cheer her up.
- Uh, okay.

All right, go ahead. Analyze me.

No, I think it's nice
that you're being supportive.

I just hope she recognizes it.

Look, she's going
through a lot, all right?

And that's what being
a good friend means, right,

is you don't expect
anything in return.

No, but are you doing this
as a friend?

Everyone knows that
you're still in love with her.

Even Zoya.

I just don't want you
to get hurt.

I'm not-- I--

I won't, all right? I promise.

Jules!

- Hi, babe. You look great.
Hi.

Thank you.

I thought you were gone
for the rest of the week.

What was I doing there, anyway?

Jules?

Why is everyone so surprised?

I just-- I-- I thought
you'd be gone longer.

No. The sooner she gets
back out here,

the sooner everybody sees
that nothing's different.

Things are different.

So, since you've been gone,
there have been some changes.

Hiccups, just hiccups.

You can tell me the truth.
It's fine.

Just rip off the band-aid.

That Reykjavik hotel
that booked you for their
Christmas party canceled,

and some brands have requested
that you stop posting.

Dumbo Hall placed
a hold on your membership,

citing security reasons.

Dirty Lemon discontinued
your free monthly shipment.

JulienCallowayUpdates stopped posting.

- So that means...
- You're being canceled.

Canceled?
I didn't even do anything.

Which is what
canceled people say,

so stop saying that.

It's just stage one.
You are on life support.

- But you can turn it around.
- How?

By making sure there's no
new dirt for people to dig up.

I've already flagged
46 old posts

that feature you, your father,
and other young women.

I say head off the haters
and delete

before they're rediscovered and
distributed with new context.

Do you really think
this is gonna fix anything?

Well, people still wear
Marchesa, don't they? Why?

Because Georgina Chapman
never slipped past stage one.

To ensure you don't either,

it's time to go...
...local.

Act like you're fine.

Talk to anyone that
recognizes you.

Hail cabs instead of
waiting for Lyfts.

- The struggle is more relatable.
Also street eat.

And I don't mean
Cha Cha Matcha or Juice Press,

like, full halal.

The goal here is Santa Monica
Shawn and Camila
barefoot stroll.

Dunkin Ben Affleck.

Borrow a dog and walk it
or whatever.

A week of that, and you'll be
back at stage zero.

- Can you believe she's back?
- She should transfer.

What school would touch her?

Are you Zoya?

The headmistress would like to
see you after school.

Thank you.

...tried to tell her--

Watch the screen.
That's yours!

- So, no one's seen Max today?
- He wasn't in Russian.

Or Comparative Race
and Ethnicity.

He skips class now and then.

Hustle!

- Yeah, but usually I know why.
- Maybe you are why?

Come on, Isaiah!
Let's go.

All right, here we go.
Five up, five up, five up!

Let's go.

Oh...

Whoo!

What?

Maybe you should spend
more time in practice

and less in protest, Berg.

- Let's go, Obes.
- What did you say?

You too busy helping
Ghislaine Calloway

get girls for her daddy?

All right. Time. Time.

Bergmann,
you're benched. Cool it off.

Are you fucking kidding me?
He started it.

You wanna
join him, Menzies?

You're point guard.
Go check in, all right?

Come on, fellas.
Come here. Come here.

Listen. Play your game.
All right?

Have we been sleeping on Aki?

Yes, but from the look of those
deep-set bags, not enough.

- Max would've loved that.
- So call him. Get him here.

Hey, he probably feels sidelined
by how much of your attention

- I've been needing lately.
- You have.

Hey, my boyfriend
is having a moment

and you're missing it.
Where are you?

Well, I went
to the club to play racquetball,

but then I ended up
in Ridgewood at a club.

- You good?
-♪ ♪

And here I thought
you were avoiding us.

No. I picked up, didn't I?

But I should go. I'm uh...
being rude to my dates.

Well, do you wanna
hang out tomorrow?

No, I can't.

I'm helping Pops plant
Anna Wintour's annuals.

- Tomorrow night?
Not available.

I've got this Hanukkah dinner
to go to.

We do it every year
at dad's attorney Cyrus's house.

- Wait. Cyrus? As in Cyrus Rose?
Yeah.

Who's married
to Eleanor Waldorf?

As in head of the CFDA,
Eleanor Waldorf?

Yeah, well, since you seem
to be familiar--

The CFDA gives grants to
designers in need

or starting new lines.

And my mom is both
of those things.

You have to take her
to that dinner.

What? No. No, it's-- No.

It's not an open house,
Hope. Okay?

It's an invite-only
holiday dinner.

Okay? And plus everyone there
is gonna be Jewish, so--

Well, Kiki's ad-Jew-cent.

I mean, we've done Passover
with you for years.

Plus I'm sure your dad would
love to see her.

They've been trying to get
something on the books

for weeks now. Please, Max?

I really need your help.

Okay. Dad's technically dateless
without Pops as Shabbas goy.

So, I mean, I could ask him
if he could take Keeks, but...

it's just your mom,
not you, right?

Yeah. Just her.

Thank you so much, Max,
and, um...

Shalom.

You wanted to see me,
headmistress?

This is about my sister,
I presume?

It's about you.

You're here because you hold
the Calloway Arts Scholarship,

a grant which,
due to recent events...

...has created
some controversy on the board.

A meeting was held this morning
where it was decided

that Constance cannot
in good conscience

continue to take this money
from Davis Calloway.

What does that mean?

I need that scholarship
to go here.

Which brings me to good news.

Another donor has stepped up
with an offer to fund

a replacement endowment.

One which you would be
eligible to receive.

But I could still not get it.

Zoya, you are an exceptional
young woman.

But your grades have slipped.

Your teachers mention

that there's a general
lack of concentration,

and I can't help but think

that it has something to do
with the company you keep.

So this is about Julien.

Look, she just--

She really needs
my support right now.

When you meet
the new donor tomorrow,

be honest about
the stress you've been under,

and how you plan to not let that
affect you moving forward.

- Thank you, Headmistress Burton.
- Of course.

Good luck.

If he sees me with you, he might
put two and two together.

If he held two and two
in each hand,

- he couldn't put them together.
- What are we doing here?

Oh, I see.

I don't like it, but I see.

That's my baby! Whoo!

Uh-oh, JC.

Your friends at
JulienCallowayUpdates

discovered some tracks
you tried to cover up.

Not a good look.
As the saying goes,

those who forget the past
are doomed to have it retweeted.

Let's get out of here.
Let's go.

If it isn't
my very own reply girl.

See? I'm picking up the lingo.

You here to take me out, or...?

- Do I need a bodyguard or...?
- I know we have our differences.

But I've been watching
your work, and... I'm impressed.

The key is not to care about it.

You wanted to make them
better people.

I just like the game.

Well, since it seems
I've misjudged you,

I'd love to get your opinion
on... anything, really.

Over drinks?

The ACC game is on tomorrow.

I'll be at Off The Wagon.

See you there.

What are we gonna do?
Your plan backfired.

But I'm still
in phase one, right?

That doesn't change that?

It's been picked up everywhere
from iHeartRadio

to the Hindustan Times.
I'm sorry, JC.

Looks like you're on your way
to stage two.

Emergency resuscitation.

Why does this keep happening?

I had nothing to do
with what my dad did,

and I'm sick of Gossip Girl
making it seem like I did.

I'm an innocent
fucking bystander.

Maybe it's time
we show her then?

How? Last time she tried,
it blew back on her.

Yeah, because
last time she did it,

it seemed like you were
doing something in secret.

You need to do something public.

A party.

Don't you think that that is in
incredibly poor taste?

Not if it's for charity.

All proceeds
from any food and drink

will go to a legal defense fund

for survivors who come forward
against your dad.

Not just the proceeds.

- You'll match it.
- You'll match it.

Sends the message
loud and clear.

You are not
your father's daughter.

Let's cancel this cancellation.

Rise and shine.

The day might just be getting
started for yesterday's victors,

but losers never sleep.

And it seems a certain
rival team's mate

dug under the cover of darkness

to unearth a precious piece
of the past.

Shall we put a clock on
your next move, Menzies?

Tick-tock.
Or should we say, Tik-Taki?

No, no, no. No. No, no. No.

Sometimes I know exactly
what you're gonna say.

The other times?

The other times
you're just a stinker.

Oh my God, oh my God,
oh my God...

What did you do that for?

I wondered whether I'd like it.

What's the decision?

I don't know yet.
It's even better when you help.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck...

- Hello?
- I need your help.

I'm kind of in the middle
of something right now.

We beat Fieldstone yesterday
because of me,

and now their star player
Isaiah's out for blood. Mine.

Please, please tell me
you haven't seen--

Your version
of the bathtub scene

would have won Gaga the Oscar.

I thought I deleted
that account, okay?

Just help me?
Before he comes at me again?

You know, you and your
girlfriend seem pretty needy

for people who made it clear

they weren't interested
in this body.

So find another guard?

I don't need protection.
I need pointers.

No one's ever come at me
besides Gossip Girl.

And only as collateral to you!

I'm center stage now.
I don't know what to do.

This guy is only coming for you
'cause you're on top now.

- Okay? So be a top, retaliate.
- How?

He tried to embarrass you,
but that wears off.

So you gotta find
something that'll stick.

Now look, please
don't call me again. Okay?

Three more women
have come forward

with accusations against popular
music producer Davis Calloway.

- Oh, my God.

The women,
as yet unnamed,
are claiming that Calloway--

What was that?

Oh. Uh, just...

Aki's Bombshell reenactment?

Um... I forgot napkins.

Would you mind
grabbing them?

Thanks, Jules.

All the usual vendors,
sponsors, and designers

have not-so-mysteriously
vanished.

Attendee numbers are so low,
we might as well have said that

Armie Hammer was running
the buffet.

Guys, you have to keep trying.
She really needs this to work.

We all do.

How are the RSVPs for tonight?

Um, are we gonna need
to standing room

like we did for my birthday?

That's a great idea.

We were just talking about how
to handle the overflow.

- Oh, hey, girls.
- Hi.

Don't mind me.
I'm just back from Mood.

I needed to get more velour.

Think you could turn some of
that into a yarmulke?

What?

Gideon wants to invite you
as his plus one

to Eleanor Waldorf's
Hanukkah dinner tonight.

That's a lot of words.

Eleanor is on the board
of the CFDA.

- Yeah.
- I did my research.

And right now,

they're looking for designers
like you to give grants to,

40-plus and pivoting.

I... am 41,
and I'm not pivoting. I'm--

Designing bathrobes
without your name on them

that are just gonna
end up wet on the floor?

Mom, you do this
because you love it, right?

- Yeah.
- Do you really love this?

Okay. So you would like me to
crash a party and pitch myself?

This is not
Emily in Paris, Audrey.

And even if I thought
it was a good idea,

it's too much pressure
on such short notice.

What pressure? Go.
Eat some latkes, spin a dreidel.

- And then,
when the timing is right,

give Eleanor the best
Hanukkah gift you can.

An exclusive look at
the sketches to your new line.

I met her a couple years ago
at Fashion Week.

I saved her from sitting on
Irina Shayk's micro-mini-bag.

We both hated that trend.

Similar sensibilities already.
I love it.

Look, I think that
we should move

the higher-end designs
to the front.

- Just, you know, easy access.
- I don't know about this.

Audrey, this is
stressing me out.

Hey. Are these caftans?

- Caftans. Yeah.
- Caftans.

- This is beautiful.
- Aw, thank you.

See, even the youth thinks
you have exquisite taste.

You really think it's cool?

Yeah, absolutely.

Well, I guess I have a dinner
to get ready for.

- I guess so.

I'm gonna need
to wear something

no one's ever seen me in
for this party tonight.

Lu? Are we committed
to a designer yet?

All free.

What?

Audge, do you think your mom
would let me borrow this

- for tonight?
- I mean, yeah--

It would look amazing on you.

Okay, I'm gonna try it on,
but without this.

Okay. Okay.

You're not worried by all this?

I don't think it's right for us

to let her hit unsubscribe
from reality.

I mean, it's not right
to pretend everything's okay
when it's not.

If this is what she needs,
then this is how we support her.

Okay? Don't you think she'd do
the exact same thing if--

- I mean...
- Shit, my interview.

- I gotta go.
- Uh, okay.

Oh, my God.
This dress is incredible.

I can't wait for everyone
to see me in this tonight.

Hi, um, sorry I'm a little late
but I'm...

Who are you here to see?

I, um... I'm actually
not really sure.

Yo, Zoya.

Over here.

Oh, that's me.
- Mm-hmm.

- You're the new donor?
- Hmm.

Hi.

How?

Well, I read about what happened
on Gossip Girl.

- You read Gossip Girl?
- I read everything.

I went to private school too.
Twice.

And I was always
the scholarship kid.

And so I know it's fucked.

But the opportunities
and experiences

I had access to there,

I mean, provided the framework
for all the shit

I write about now.

I just wanted you to know that
as long as you wanted it,

you had the option.

God, I can't believe

Jeremy O. Harris
is my fairy godfather right now.

Please, can you consider me
just, like, a fan?

I mean, I started following you
that night after the opening.

You know, now that I've read
your one act

and your entrance essay...

And I can't imagine

what you and your sister
are going through right now.

I mean, I know that
once you get through

all of the pain and drama
of that,

you're gonna be fine.

Yeah. I'm totally committed
to it. Okay?

And I can't wait
to prove that to you.

Don't worry about me.
I'm all in.

Prove it to yourself.

So, now should we get
something to eat?

I have a little bit of time
before I go to my meeting

with Harry Styles, so...

You're meeting with--
with who?

With Harry Styles?

Sorry, I would never ask this,
but, um...

No, is it Julien?

- Mm-hmm.
- Yeah. Go.

Did you mean to call me?

The venue I got us
at the last minute

pulled out when we got here
because someone...

mentioned the name "Calloway"
upon arrival.

Okay, so where's
everyone gonna go?

Everyone who?
With no high-profile RSVPs,

no one average is even
bothering to attend.

This might as well be an event
for Vitamin Water.

So what's the next move?

There is no move. You better
tell Julien it's over.

No, she needs this, okay?

And we have to get it for her.
We can't just give up.

Trust me.
This is an act of mercy.

A party is RIP with no VIPs.

Better tell her now
than see it on her face later.

Excuse me. You can't.

No phones allowed
in the bar area.

Why am I holding? I don't hold.

I got one when she was with him.

Hey, can I see?

Here, do me a favor.

Whatever you do, please don't
send it into Gossip Girl.

Okay? I'm trying to keep it
a surprise for my sister,

Julien Calloway.

Okay, bye.

Post that the party's
gonna be at Dumbo Hall.

Tell everybody there's
a celebrity guest,

-but don't tell them who.
- You can't do that.

People aren't stupid.

Check Gossip Girl
in five minutes,

and they won't have to be.

What happens when
Julien sees it?

She won't. I've turned her
notifications off this morning.

You've been watching.

On it.

Spotted.

Little Z planning something big
for her big sis.

Oh, Jules.

Obie? What are you doing here?

I texted you.

Oh, Zoya has me on
a no-phone policy.

Oh.

Well, I wanted to bring you
some coffee.

And then I thought, you know,
that you'd probably be hungry,

so I grabbed you pizza.

And then I was like, "Well,
this is already a full meal,

so you need dessert," and, uh...

I appreciate how much you...

I've been such a burden
on everyone.

No, no.
Look, you have not, at all.

I mean, you're going
through something.

You know, and your friends
want to be there for you.

I'm glad you're my friend.

I didn't mean it like that.

I just meant...
I'm glad that you still...

We still...

Do you want to go to the party
with me tonight?

Like, as my date?

Yeah.

Yeah. I would love that.

- Great.
- Yeah.

- Um, I mean, yeah, I'm glad.
- Okay.

All right, well, I will, uh...
I'll pick you up?

- Yeah. At Zoya's.
- I know.

- To review.
- Mm-hmm.

Eleanor retired from the
business side of Waldorf Designs

last year, leaving it all
to her daughter,

- Blair.
- Blair.

Good job. Though she maintains
a legacy line.

- Right.
- Okay?

- Her husband's name is Cyrus.
- Cyrus.

Mm-hmm.

And his son Aaron is an artist
hung in the Whitney.

Feel free to mention that.

But do not mention the Menzies.

Okay? Basically,
Cyrus is an entertainment lawyer

who has sued
many of Roger's papers

- on clients' behalfs.
- Okay.

Oh, and from what I've read,

do not bring up Monaco,
like, at all. Try these.

Monaco?

I wouldn't have even thought
the word "Monaco"

until you said
the word "Monaco."

How am I supposed
to remember this

and find time
to pitch her my work?

No. I'm not going, Audrey, okay?

I never should have said yes.

This was impulsive
and ill-advised.

If you were coming,
it would be one thing, but--

Hold up. I have an idea.

♪ (JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING
ON SPEAKERS) ♪

Oh, boy.

By the way, we're Jewish now.

My name is Katherine.

- You converted.

You promised you wouldn't come.

Don't you like seeing me?

- Mm-hmm. I'll be back.
- Wait a second.

Where are you going?
I need you.

You think I can sit through
this sober?

If you like their margs,
you'll love their wings.

Best in New York.

Yeah, I, uh,
I see they're ranked ten

on the "Blazing Scale."

So, uh, you were saying?

It just doesn't do much to just
report on their behavior.

You have to shape it yourself.

If I want my team to play better
next time,

I'm not gonna write,
"Too bad you sucked last time."

I'm gonna use GG

to start a war between
them and the other team.

Get them fired up.

So you're trying
to start a war with Julien?

Is this why you wanted
to come out tonight?

Shop talk?

There's... no other reason?

- I know I ghosted you.
- I ghosted you.

But I felt bad about it.

At the time, I was clinging on
to this stupid idea

that as a hot guy,
I shouldn't have to repeat.

But then COVID hit and...

I realized
just how lonely I was.

And maybe I'm putting myself
too out there

by saying this, but...

I thought about you
a little bit.

- Anyways, shots?

Did you follow me here?

What? Of course not.

You're telling me this is just
your normal, neighborhood--

Tati picked the place.
I'm trying to help.

If it doesn't work with him,
maybe it can work with her?

Kate. What an odd surprise.

Tots and Jor-Jor are here?

Whoa.
Slide over. We'll double up.

♪ (UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING
ON SPEAKERS) ♪

- What is wrong?
- Um...

Look.

I don't know why I was worried.

Well, I know why.

But seems like
we didn't have to be.

People are buying
a lot of drinks.

You may need to
dip into your trust fund

- to match these donations.
- Very glad to.

Relax. Go have fun.

- Hi.
- Hi.

So, you told people
not to mention

the new allegations, right?

It's not exactly something
that you can mention

- at the coat check.
- Great.

They're waiting to see
Jeremy O. Harris.

They're not going to destroy
that opportunity.

- You'll see.
- Sure.

And, um, when it's clear
that he's not coming?

Hmm?

Luna.

And now,
my favorite part, dinner.

My apologies
for the lack of space

to serve yourselves.

The renovation in the city
is approaching two years now.

So we're stuck here
at Cyrus's late mother's

for the foreseeable future.

Hashem rest her taste level.

Only at Hanukkah.

Don't do that.

Gidi, I felt so sad to hear
about your separation.

Oh, thank you, Eleanor.
It's been--

Albeit for me to presume...
anything,

but I have seated you
next to someone very special.

- A new client of Cyrus's.
- Hmm.

Micah is
a documentary filmmaker.

Oh.

You're setting me up?

Who knew I'd turn into
such a yenta this late in life?

But if I am being too much
of a platke-macher...

She's taking Yiddish
at the 92nd Street Y.

So, Micah loves theatre.

I've told him all about you.

His favorite show is Wicked.

Huh.

You have to get back out there.

If I hadn't,
I would never have met Cyrus.

Besides, we both know
you could do much better. Go.

- Oh.
- Pardon my reach.

I love your shoes.

Thank you. I had them made.

What's your documentary about?

Kelp.

Oh, for heaven's sake.
I forgot the applesauce.

I told you, Dorota,
you're a guest here.

Sorry, Ms. Eleanor.

Wait staff did so much wrong,
I give notes.

They need a moment to absorb.

I keep telling her she doesn't
have to do everyone's job.

- She passed this on to Ana too.

Well, now we can truly begin.

Mrs. Rose, thank you so much
for the last-minute invite.

We almost forgot the holiday
since my mom's been so busy

concentrating on her
new collection.

Isn't that right, Mom?

- This casserole--
- Kugel.

- Kugel...
- Mm-hmm.

-...is delicious.
- Oh, thank you.

Thank you, and you're welcome.

I always say, the more
the merrier.

We've been so lonely
this last year,

with my daughter in Paris

and Cyrus at the office
every night.

Been so many lawsuits
this last decade.

Cyrus is representing not one

but two of the accusers
on that horrible Calloway case.

Eleanor. You know you can't talk
about my clients.

- And I represent three.

But let me tell you,

whatever fall
that man has coming to him,

it's definitely not enough.

Zol es im onkumn
vos ikh vintsh im.

Yes.

In Poland, women
would handle directly.

Next day, man disappear.

Or part of man.

Ana follow his daughter
on social media.

Sounds like she's having
bad fall too.

She's throwing
the saddest party right now.

And her dress is hideous.

Full cringe.

Ah, I loathe coral,
even for resort.

- How could some...
- Salmon only,
and even then... meh.

Excuse me one second. I just...

- Are you here?
Still at dinner
with my mom.

I forgot to tell you
not to tell anyone...

anyone, that my mom
designed your dress.

What? People love to know
that kind of stuff.

Yeah, but I-- Turns out the line
isn't announced yet.

So it's top secret.

Plus, I didn't tell her
you were taking it, so...

Ugh. Okay.
When are you getting--

Um, it looks like
people are leaving.

I heard someone mention
Jeremy O. Harris.

Is he here, having a party
on another floor or something?

I have no idea,
but I'll find out.

Why don't you go check
the bar tally?

Fingers crossed we've
cracked five digits.

Yeah.

Oh, my God.
- You need to get Jeremy here.

If it gets out he didn't show,
it's even worse for her.

I can't do that.
I-- I don't actually know him.

What? Okay.

I'll call Kevin Abstract.
They're friends.

He'll have his number.

He did a jingle for my mom's
restless leg drug once.

Why don't we just
tell Gossip Girl
that Jeremy's here?

Who's to say he isn't? Right?

And Dumbo Hall has
a no picture policy.

Yeah, but no one
listens to that.

Well then, we'll--
we'll make it a scavenger hunt.

Um... see who can
find him first.

And then make it seem like
they missed him.

He's ten feet tall, though.
Who could miss him?

Yeah, also, that might get
people to stay,

but it's not gonna give us buzz.

We need live stories,
press pickup.

That means people
taking pictures.

There is one other group
we could call,

but it won't be pretty.

No, Luna. There are lines
that we can't cross.

But you know in order to keep
someone trending,

you need numbers,
not notables, so...

Fine. I'll invite them.

But I'm not staying to watch.
It's too tragic.

I know.

Like, I know CrossFit
gets a bad rap,

but you can't argue
with the gains.

You know what I'm talking
about, right bro?

Totally, bro.

It's funny seeing you
and Scott together.

All things considered.

It was time for an olive branch.

So, where is it?

Well, I respect that you guys
have taken a different approach.

For me, it was always about
keeping the kids accountable.

Slander and altering public
perception wasn't really--

See, that's where
you got it wrong.

Gossip isn't therapy. It's dirt.

No one clicks on
an anonymous account
for a point of view.

They click it
to verify their own.

There's a reason our numbers
have doubled since you left.

You just asked questions.

We give answers.

- Uh, that's an astute observa--
I think
what Kate is trying to say,

and don't get me wrong,
I'm a hundo with you, bro,

um, is that leaving
questions open

gives our subjects space
to change.

Otherwise you're boxing
them in for life.

I agree.

With Scott.

His method is the only one
that actually makes sense.

The only way to change someone
is by shaming them,

not guiding them.

Matt Lauer is back at work.

Ellen DeGeneres lost nothing.

If you really care about Julien,
you wouldn't simply tag her

like a conservationist and send
her back out into the wild.

You would hold her feet
to the fire

so she would never walk
on anyone else again.

Cheers to that.

Another round on me?

- Hell yeah.
Sure, why not?

I'm, uh, gonna go help her
with the drinks. Thanks.

I got Scott out tonight to try
to talk some sense into him.

And now your girlfriend
is ruining it.

If we were alone, I could
probably get GG back.

Get her out of here?

I really don't think
I'm her type.

And I'm getting the distinct
impression that we didn't end up

at the same bar
by accident either.

Oh, ew.
Yeah.

- Gross.
- Mm-hmm.

Shit. Okay, um, new plan.

I try to get him
out of here instead.

Okay, but, uh, if I may,
at least act like you want to?

People are still leaving.

When is whoever you called
gonna get here?

- Careful what you wish for.

Hi.
- Hey.

Who are they?
And why do they look twelve?

They are.

They're Jul-Lions.
AKA Julien's stans.

They flood her DMs,
buy everything she endorses,

keep her top of the charts.

It's a bad look,
having them here,

but it'll get her name
trending again.

- Right. Okay.
- You'll see. Yeah.

Hey, Jules! Um, just in time
to meet some loyal fans.

Okay. Whatever.

Julien. We're here in
demonstration of our support.

Thank you. It means a lot
that you guys are--

Not support for you.

The accusers of your dad's
that you tried to stop

- from coming forward.
- What?

No. I did no such thing.

If anything,
I'm trying to help them.

That's why I did
all of this, even.

Not according to Gossip Girl.

She said you're using
this fundraiser

to get your name trending again.

We don't stan silencers.

Ladies?

And there it is.

Cancellation stage three.

Flatline.

Let it be known
from this moment forward,

the Jul-Lions have
officially un-stanned J.C.

Apparently,
so has everyone else.

She couldn't even
get a designer to dress her.

That's def off a rack.

It-- No. No, it is not.

This is a Kiki Hope original.
Off of her top-secret new line.

Please.

Go. Now's your time. She's
obviously bored with that kid.

No. I can't just walk up
and interrupt her.

Maybe the moment's passed.
Maybe it'll never happen.

- Oh, donuts.
-Sufganiyot.

God. See?
I don't even speak the language.

I shouldn't talk at all.

Oh, my God.

You're not helping.
And where were you all dinner?

I did my job. I got you in here.

Your job is not done
until she's inner circle, Max.

You weren't even supposed
to be here.

Why do you keep saying that?

- So, Katherine...
- Yes.

- Where do you shul?
- Shul?

Oh, um, well,
ever since Barney's closed, I--

Barney's was a temple
to a lot of us.

Mrs. Rose, ask her about
her amazing designs.

- Happy?

I told you not to call me.

I'm in a little bit
of trouble.

Fuck. What?

Ooh, this looks yummy.

There's not--
No, there's not a problem.

There's not--

Roy?

What are you doing here?

Uh, well, Max seemed sad
I wasn't coming earlier,

so I thought I'd surprise him,

but I see I'm surprising
everyone else as well.

Yes, yes, and I'm so sorry,

but we simply don't have
any more room.

- No, this is for Max.
Yeah.

Wherever he is.

Nonsense.
The more the merrier.

As you say.

Yes. Yes, I do say that,
don't I?

- Thank you.
- Please. Leo, sit on my lap.

- I'm Micah.
- That's nice.

As I was saying, there's no
middle ground anymore.

Today you have two choices,
playful or prestige.

But women like me,
like Donna, Jil, Dian,

we offered women a range.

Because you don't
wanna be one thing.

You... you want
to be everything.

Hmm.
- That is so funny.

- My mom was just saying that.
- Oh?

Her new line moves
from elegant comfort

to elevated classics.

No. None of those
are words I would use
to describe what I do.

Staying humble.

Did I also mention
that she hates

- coral as well?
Stop.

Then why did you pick that color
for Julien's dress?

Calloway?

No, I didn't design a dress
for Julien Calloway.

José Criales-Unzueta
just called it

"a Kiki Hope-less un-original."

I...

Nobody was supposed to
wear that dress.

It was supposed to be
thrown away.

Kiki is
a wonderful designer, Eleanor.

Yes, she's dressed me...

...on numerous occasions.

Kiki Hope?

Now, that must be
a married name.

My tea is cold.

Would anyone else like a refill?

No, thank you.

I'll be right back.

I'm so sorry.
We can leave right now.

- I'm so sor--
- No, stop.

We're not leaving until she sees
my designs. The real ones.

This is my cave.

Cool, cool, cool.

- Wow. So many books.

Fuck yes.

- What is it?
- My plan worked.

A manufactured war
between our teams.

Menzies tried to get back at
Isaiah and failed.

Just in time for playoffs.

You don't mind
if I...

...do your old job
in front of you?

Only if you do it better,
like you have been.

You don't have to bullshit me.
I know you're still mad.

I am.

But... I am also strangely
enjoying being around you.

I'm strangely enjoying you too.

♪ ("WILDFIRE"
BY CAUTIOUS CLAY PLAYING) ♪

♪ Your eyes are like weapons ♪

Thought you didn't have
your phone.

I have it just for tonight,
just for the party.

But the notifications were off.

Did you know about
the other women?

About what Gossip Girl was
saying about me?

- About this party?
- Look, okay.

Why don't we just get away?

Okay? Somewhere with no Wi-Fi,
no people, no parents.

- Just me and you.
- It won't work.

Everywhere I go, people hate me.

- No, no, no, they don't.
- Yes, they do. Read this.

Okay, but these people,
they don't know you, Julien.

The people that know you,
love you. You know I--

I love you.

Obie, please. Not now. I can't--

You can't, or...

or you don't?

This has been the day from...

the month from hell.

And I just-- I can't think
about anything like--

Don't think. I just want you to
tell me how you feel.

I feel like this is
a really bad time
for you to tell me that.

- I'm sorry. I didn't mean--
- No, it's fine.

It's fine. It's a bad time.

♪ You make it look it easy ♪

♪ The way that you lead me ♪

♪ Into the fire, babe... ♪

I can't believe how fast
you got me out.

What, you think this is my first
Fieldstone entanglement?

Let me guess.
You tried to pull a prank,

but your target saw it coming
and trapped you in media res.

Well, I tried to
steal his jersey

and throw it in the Central Park
Grizzly Bear Enclosure

for Betty and Veronica
to destroy.

Appropriate names for
a revenge plot

as basic as Riverdale.

When I said to retaliate,
I meant obliterate.

Well, I clearly don't
deserve to be on top.

What time is it in London?

Around 3:00 a.m. Why?

One lesson from the top.

- Never surrender.

These are unique, Katherine.

Is unique... good?

Quite. Quite.

You've taken what everyone
chased post-COVID,

some impossible idea
putting together
"work-at-home" and...

"out-for-the-night."

- Now, a lot of them are rough.
Yes.

But I can see
where you're going.

Oh, thank you so much.

That means so much to me
coming from you.

But I can't help you.

Oh...

Yeah. Of course. No.

I shouldn't have come here
and pushed my designs on you.

No, no. Not because of that.

I know what it's like to have
a meddlesome daughter

who only wants
the best for you, believe me.

I've been in your shoes.

Cheating spouse,

struggling business,

emotional exhaustion,
and to take on something new

when all that is fresh
is a lot of pressure.

And to be, uh, perfectly blunt,

I've heard about your
recent troubles.

Ah. Well.

So if you wouldn't mind
a little mentorly advice...

Please.

Take the time... to heal.

The world will be waiting

when you're ready.

If you try anyway
and you're not...

you may never get
the chance again.

- Hmm?
- Mm. Thank you.

Ms. Calloway?

Jeremy O. Harris's manager
just called.

This event is being falsely
promoted online

as featuring one of
our founding members.

We have no choice
but to shut it down.

What are you talking about?

This is my party.
There's no one's promoting it.

Jeremy isn't even here?

That's why you all were here?

- That would be my cue.
Luna!

- Tell me this wasn't you.
- We were just trying to help.

Lying on my behalf is helpful?

You said it yourself, you just
needed this to go well

and it would turn
everything around.

- Not if it's a lie, Zoya.
- It's all we could do, Julien.

Nobody wanted to come.

I can't believe you put me
in this position.

You have no idea what I risked
to make this happen.

To keep you happy so that
you could go on pretending

everything's okay.

- I never asked you to do--
- You never have to!

You just assume that we will.
And you know what?

Instead of trying
to make things right

with everybody else,
people that you don't even know,

how about you start trying
with those that you do?

God.

You don't have to leave.

Nobody likes a third wheel.

I'm not on a date,
I told you.

He doesn't even know
who Sondheim is.

- Eleanor just thought--
- Oh.

I know exactly what
Eleanor thought.

That's why I came.

I don't want her trying to
talk you into leaving for real.

We're separated, Roy.

Yeah, but we're gonna get
back together, aren't...

aren't we?

Get back together?

Well, you know
what I mean, Gideon.

Come on, I--
It's like I've been saying.

I'm willing to do the work,
however long as it takes.

It is not about the work.

Oh, relationships are
always about the work.

When you admitted

that you were not that attracted
to who I am inside,

you destroyed
the safe space between us.

And you can't
get that back with work.

- It's gone.
- We can create a new space.

I... I miss you.

Babe, I miss us.

What you miss doesn't
exist anymore.

And I miss it too.

Do you, um, wanna take this
into the bedroom?

If you do.

As long as you don't
mind the repeat.

I'll be right there.

A tip just came in about Zoya
and Julien lying

to promote her party.

Once Scott posts that,
Julien will be destroyed.

I don't think he's seen it yet.

If I got in, I could
craft the post the right way
and help her.

I can get you in,
but they'll know.

So if I post,
we're both out.

And if I don't, Julien is.

I say we burn ourselves.

If you don't mind
an abrupt end to your date.

Let's do this.

Texting you
the two-step password

- in three... two... one.

Kate, you coming?
- Uh, just a sec!

This just in.

Little Z and sis JC
caught in a big lie.

But only 'cause of
a bigger faux pas

on the part of moi.

Even I have bad days.

And bad intel.

Consider the tip that J was ever
on Daddy DJ's side

officially cancelled.

I know you'll forgive me.

But give us both
a second chance, won't you?

What's better than a takedown?

A comeback.

You wanna join me?

I'd check that first.

You're kidding. You and Jor-Jor?

We couldn't let you ruin her.

You can create conflict
among your players all day,

but doing that to Julien
has ramifications that you,

quite simply,
will never understand.

Blaming a young girl for
the things a grown man has done

is part of why abuse persists.

I thought you liked me.

I do... but...

This isn't about us.
This is bigger than us.

This isn't about stopping abuse.

This is about power,
and you want it back.

Well, guess what?

Me and Gossip Girl?

Gone forever.

I'm sorry.

I put way too much pressure
on you tonight, Mom.

- I'm so sorry.
- It's okay.

You did put pressure on me,
but I want to thank you.

Are you okay?
Did you eat too much kugel?

No, I'm serious.

You pushed me
out of my comfort zone.

You know,
it's been such a long time

since I felt confident
in my work, and...

I think it just took someone
saying that I'm not ready

to know that I actually am.

And right now,
what I'm going to do is

- I'm going to let
everyone know...
- Oh, boy.

...that my mother is back to
being a badass businesswoman.

- Without my help, of course.
- Yes.

Aki, what's this
Gossip Girl post about you?

What did I miss?

- You haven't missed anything.
Baby.

Baby, you've blown up.

- What? Mom.
- I don't know what that means.

"Hashtag ThirstEntrapment."

-"That body is the real felony."
- No, thank you.

-"I want Aki to put me
in handcuffs."
- Oh, gosh!

Flattering. But ultimately
people's projections.

I'm just going to enjoy
this moment while I'm on top.

Well, beware.

The ride down
can be a little rough.

I'll see you inside?

- Yeah, I'll see you inside.
- Yeah.

What is it? What's wrong?

Um... I tried to help Julien.

And I got caught.

Caught doing what?

I just got a call.

The school is pulling
the scholarship.

And come January, we have to
pay for full tuition, or...

Yeah. That's what I thought.

I'm so sorry.

Come here.

So basically,
I'm standing there,

and she's blaming me
for this disaster of a party.

I mean, can you believe
the nerve of Zoya to say that?

So, just to be clear, you didn't
come here to return the dress.

You came here
for emotional support?

Both, I guess? I just...

I wanted to talk
and see what you think.

Okay. Then yeah...

I do believe that Zoya said that
because it's true.

Example number one, Julien.

I asked if I could borrow this.

And I asked you to not to say
it was my mom's.

But you couldn't even
do that for me.

I had to.
I was being humiliated.

You mean you almost looked bad?

Meanwhile, you take for granted

everyone who bends over
backwards for you.

But what else should I expect?

I mean, helping you has always
been a one-way street.

Okay, you're seriously
overreacting.

I am reacting.

But maybe you don't remember
what that looks like.

Because ever since you became
whatever it is you are now,

you've made sure the rest of us
revolve around you.

Don't you think
this isn't the time

to be saying all of this to me?

I'm kind of going through a lot.

Yes, and it's unfathomable.

But it does not mean
that you can treat

the people who care about you
like an afterthought.

I've been through hell
this year, too.

Or have you forgotten?

- Audrey, you're right--
But I'm okay.

Because I faced it.

What happened with Davis,
it's not a hiccup.

And whether you like it or not,
you're a part of it.

So you can either
run away from it,

or you can deal with it.

But you cannot do both
at the same time.

♪ ("LONESOME TEARS"
BY BECK PLAYING) ♪

So...

How'd those defensive
strategies go?

Did you win the war?

Or maybe you realized

it wasn't a war worth winning
in the first place.

Because sometimes,
the greatest enemy is yourself.

♪ Lonesome tears... ♪

Hey, I'm proud of you.

It's not easy
stepping out of Julien's shadow.

You never told me
what prank you pulled off.

You know, actually,
it was all Max.

He called Isaiah's parents
and told them

that he found
steroids in his locker

and said it'd be best
if he got pulled out of school.

- What?
- I mean, it's harsh, but...

he did try to get me arrested.

I guess I have Max
to thank too. I mean...

I would've never been able
to get my mom into that dinner

- without him, so...
- Yeah, it's funny.

I always looked at Max
as the devil on our shoulder.

But... maybe we were just
looking the wrong way.

Dad?

We need to talk.

He's gone.

He said
you didn't want him here.

And that I shouldn't.

He broke up with me,
packed his bags, and left.

But you do want him here...

right?

No.

Not at all.

And that's one
battle we all must fight alone.

Very alone.

And in this battle,
there will be some who feel

they've already lost.

And those who are inspired

to not give up without a fight.

- Hi.
- It's almost midnight.

Yeah, which is when you wake up.

We reserved rooms
at four different hotels.

And you get to choose
which one we hit first.

I don't think you understand.

I want nothing to do with you.

I've been your dealer,
your sex toy, your therapist,

your agent, and lawyer.

But one thing that I've never
been to you is your friend.

Because if I were...

You would notice how...

how much it goddamn hurts
every time you use me

to make yourselves feel
and seem and look better.

But that's it.
No more middle-Max.

Don't call me, don't sext me,

and definitely don't
wave me over at school.

Goodbye, good luck,
and good riddance.

'Cause I'm done.

And, of course,
those who just give up.

But rest assured.

You're never really alone.

Not while I'm around.

XOXO...

Gossip Girl.