Come on. We have to get out of here.
What's going on? There's a body.
A body? Whose? I can't tell you that.
Do what you need to do. Don't tell anyone you talked to me.
Arthur's stuck out front. They're stopping all the cars from the event.
Give me the phone.
Why don't you let me help you? I know a lot of people here.
Just give me a name.
You ask a lot of questions. Maybe you should give me your name.
Oh, here's a lovely young woman who will tell you everything that she knows.
Which is nothing.
Hi.
Hey, Arthur...
Excuse me. Tell the pilot I'm gonna need another moment please. Thank you.
You dug up good dirt. We just have to sift through it again.
You know the history, I'm a fresh set of eyes, the answer is on this table.
Wait, what? Ivy says I need to turn on the TV.
We're told a man has been found dead...
...outside an event where the real estate community was gathering...
...to honor their man of the year, Bartholomew Bass.
The name of the deceased is being withheld until family members can be notified.
Sorry.
Hello?
Yes, this is Mrs. Bass.
What?
You've reached William. Please leave a message.
It's me. You know how when Bart Bass was around it wasn't safe to come to the city?
Well, it's safe now. Call me.
Shockwaves ran through this crowd moments ago as the news spread...
...that the deceased was none other than Bart Bass himself...
...the man they had gathered to honor.
This comes on the heels of a series of bizarre events earlier tonight.
First, a false report that a Bass Industries jet had been downed.
Then Bass's son caused a disturbance requiring him to be removed by security.
This is Chuck Bass's limo, but he's not with me.
Where is he? I don't know.
I haven't heard from him since I dropped him off.
Mr. Bass often finds his own way home from events.
All clear.
Chuck Bass is considered a person of interest in this case...
...as he's wanted for questioning, although we have no information on his whereabouts.
Now, being a person of interest does not mean he's a suspect at this point.
What it means is that police feel he'll have information on this case.
By the time I got to the party, Chuck was gone. I didn't even see him.
So you missed the outburst where he accused his father of trying to kill him.
I don't know anything about that.
Do you? She's not talking to you. She's a minor.
Anyone want coffee?
Look, Chuck likes drama, okay? He was probably wasted.
I'm sure it was nothing. Usual father and son stuff.
What do you know of his relationship with Blair waldorf?
Blair's relationship to Chuck is none of your business.
Besides, it's very complicated. With many ups and downs.
Would take long time to explain. Chuck Bass is missing.
Lf she's with him, she could be in trouble. What kind of trouble?
Aiding and abetting. Maybe worse.
Aiding and abetting what?
You don't think that Chuck had something to do with what happened to Bart.
You mind if I check if her bed was slept in? Yes, I mind.
You're not searching with no warrant. I think this conversation is over.
I understand you recently went to jail yourself, Mr. Archibald.
Hate to see you back there.
So I'm sorry, nobody's gonna be saying another word without a lawyer present.
A lawyer who isn't me.
But this is outrageous. It's not like Blair and Chuck killed the man.
Oh, no. What?
Oh.
Who is it? Room service.
I have terrible news. Bart's dead.
What are you doing here?
I don't know if you've heard but a lot of people are looking for you.
Come on out. Uncle Jack's here to help.
Hey.
You're still in Manhattan. And you're here.
I spent all night reading and realized I can't leave until I know if what you wrote is true.
It is. Every single word of it.
Do you understand how I feel now? No.
Actually, I'm more confused than ever.
Which is the real you? The one that wrote this or the one in Vanity Fair?
"Both" is not an acceptable answer.
So I still had a tracking device on your limo from back in the day when I hated you.
I thought it was odd your driver made a midnight trip to a romantic inn in wyndham.
Anyway...
Did you kill him or not?
If you didn't, running sure makes it look like you did.
Chuck did nothing wrong. That's not entirely true.
I didn't help him. Who shoved who first, who got hit, I don't even know.
It was self-defense. Bart tried to kill you on that plane.
I saved myself. Then I fought back...
I don't feel guilty but it doesn't mean that I'm not.
Anyways, Bart made it clear he owns Captain Donnelly.
A nice, deserted island with no extradition treaties.
We don't need money, we can live off the land.
As much as I'd love to see you spear fishing in a coconut bikini...
...I, uh, had another thought.
Were there security cameras on that roof?
Bart turned them off. He was going to kill you.
So who saw you up there? Him and Blair.
I won't say a word.
Even if they torture me, I won't speak.
I had a different kind of torture in mind: Marriage.
Spousal privilege means that a wife cannot be forced to testify against her husband.
Not like this, Blair. Why not?
We are in love and one way or another we both achieved our goals.
And every trembling bone in my tired and scared body wants to marry you.
It's twisted, but it's very you.
Jack is right.
Chuck and Blair hold hands.
Chuck and Blair go to the movies.
You said you never wanted us to be boring.
Well, we definitely aren't that now.
I was a stupid child when I said those things.
Life with you could never be boring.
Blair Cornelia waldorf, will you marry me?
Yes. Yes, I will.
Oh, william, hello.
Lily. I am so sorry. My deepest condolences for Bart's passing.
Yes, I'm still trying to process the news. It's all very shocking and upsetting.
Without Rufus and your mother, I thought you could use the support.
Police are looking for Chuck, press is on your heels and you've got a funeral to plan.
Oh, God, funeral. Well, good news is we can do the same thing we did last time Bart died.
Honestly, I would be grateful to have you by my side.
I don't know how I'll get through this alone.
Well, let's start by getting you upstairs, and get you some of that tea you love so much.
Okay, you need to explain everything from the beginning.
The very, very beginning.
Yeah, uh, all right, well...
I'd been going to school with you guys for a while but that night was the first night...
...that I'd been to one of your parties.
Come, Mr. DJ Song pon de replay
Come, Mr. DJ Won't you turn the music up
All the gyal pon the dance floor Wantin'some more what
Come, Mr. DJ Won't you turn the music up
Hey, Matt. No, my name's actually...
Good game against Trinity last week, huh? Game?
Hey, no, I'm... I'm not who you think I am.
Watch it.
Hey.
But I didn't care if I wasn't supposed to be there. Once I got inside, I wasn't leaving.
Because that's when I saw you.
I'd seen you before at school and the steps of the Met. But never like this.
Why are you by yourself? Don't you ever go to parties?
I... Yeah, sure, yeah, l... Yeah, I went to, like, birthdays, as a kid, well, my own. I...
I have a cousin who's Jewish and her Bat Mitzvah was rocking.
Oh, you were joking. Yeah, I was.
No... I mean, I was... Yeah, I was too, I was joking.
No, I wasn't. L... Her Bat Mitzvah was... It sucked, it was Hello Kitty-themed.
I love Hello Kitty. So do I.
I was joking again. You probably should get out more.
You see what happens when I do. And this is so bad?
O.M.G., Kati just puked on her Prada!
Is is taking pictures with her cell phone. We have to go wish her happy barf-day!
I wish I remembered any of that but I don't. Probably had too much champagne.
Or thought I was a lacrosse player named Matt.
No, I didn't realize that.
But that's good news. It's great news.
Yeah, just have the papers sent over. Thanks.
Was that about the search warrant? It was about The Spectator.
I mean, now that Bart's dead, my name's the only one on the loan.
Lf I can pay off what I owe, it'll be all mine. That's amazing.
If we figure out the Gossip Girl expos�, you have the perfect story to make it happen.
Just wish I felt like celebrating.
Chuck's not calling. He doesn't want to get me in trouble but I need to know he's okay.
He's with Blair, he's okay. She won't let anything bad happen to him.
Of course we have to get married in a courthouse.
Maybe we should get out of here.
Relax. We're just two crazy kids, dying to tie the knot.
If anyone recognizes you then that knot will become a noose.
I got the license.
Back-dated, of course, lest someone suspect your union...
...was motivated by something other than your tender feelings.
Justice of the Peace is waiting.
Okay.
Let's go. Let's do this. Blair, you don't have to.
I want to. I know this isn't your dream wedding.
Last night's dress. No flowers. The cake from the donut shop down the street?
I already had my princess wedding. There were enough peonies to last a lifetime.
Maybe you don't need flowers, but your mother, Cyrus, Serena...
You should be surrounded by people you love.
You love me. I love the both of you.
It's not worth the risk of bringing everyone here.
You might be okay with it, not sure I wanna start the rest of our lives this way.
Chuck.
Don't worry, Daphne. I'm heading to Dan's. I know you need the final chapter today.
Hey. You Georgina Sparks?
Depends on who's asking. You KGB?
Heh. JXB. Jack Xavier Bass.
Chuck's Uncle Jack. Don't believe I've had the pleasure.
Blair says when it comes to a scheme, you're second to none.
She doesn't exaggerate. Then what are you waiting on, Sparks?
Let's see if the woman lives up to the name.
Oh. Thank you for letting me lean on you today.
I would simply be lost.
Ivy, right?
I would hope, on a day like today, you would be able to give me some measure of peace.
Oh, if there's one thing you're not getting today, it's peace.
And now that william's here, we can tell you together.
They say success is nothing without someone to share it.
I have no idea what game this young woman is playing.
I don't believe I've even seen you since, um, CeCe's wake.
What?
We've worked together for months.
He's in love with me.
I have william's texts on my phone.
My children know how to make it look like someone sent them a text when they haven't.
So I'm sure you know the same tricks.
He helped transfer CeCe's money to me. You can ask Lola.
Well, Lola's out of the country doing a film in Budapest so she's not available.
I'll go get the doorman.
What are you doing?
I'm getting exactly what I wanted. To be with Lily.
The love of my life, mother of my children, and I thank you.
I truly thank you for the role you played in making it possible.
I'll tell everyone. I'll tell the media. Yeah.
The media? I don't think so.
You're a Lifetime movie called Nobody Gives a Damn: The lvy Dickens Story.
I don't know what you have to complain about. You got Lola's money.
Now go back to Florida, run along and be the queen of the swamp people.
You're the devil! Don't make me have to call the police.
I loved you, william, with all my heart, I did.
Ivy and Serena's daddy-doctor? Didn't see that one coming.
Oh. What do you two want? You.
Don't be mad. I came back because I want to understand.
No, I'm not mad, I just...
Have you ever wanted something so badly, but you know you're not gonna get it?
No, that's right. I forgot who I'm talking to. Of course you haven't. But that was...
...my whole life.
And the moment you walked away from me, I knew...
...there was no way I could ever pull you out of your world into mine.
But I couldn't give up.
The school trip to the Intrepid Museum?
Yeah. I overheard two girls talking about you.
In your white dress, getting wet.
And, um...
One girl thought that you would be a laughingstock.
You know, and that everyone would be talking about you.
But then her friend said, "That's the point."
You're no one until you're talked about.
So you came home, told all of this to Jenny, and that was the beginning of Gossip Girl?
So you've had the power to reveal her identity this entire time?
Come. We have a mission.
We? We who? What mission?
Do you two seriously not have any idea why I'm here?
What have you been doing for the last 12 hours?
Gossip Girl's known you all since ninth grade...
...but it's doubtful someone older would care about freshmen.
She's the same age or younger. That's what we figured.
You went to different colleges. She couldn't follow all of you.
It didn't matter. She built up her network of sources.
She could've been anywhere in the world.
Like Sarah Lawrence, where Eric van der woodsen goes?
Or maybe London, where Jenny Humphrey lives?
I thought of that. Eric, maybe.
Gossip Girl was brutal on Jenny, no one would do that to themselves.
Are you kidding? Battling Blair, the fashion line. Even you had a crush on her.
Little J was my idol in 7th grade.
But I get your point. Is there anyone Gossip Girl ever went easy on?
Someone she cared about? That could be a clue.
The only selfless thing she ever did was shut down after Chuck and Blair's accident.
Although she did lead Dan and Blair to Juliet after Serena was drugged...
...that was the right thing.
Wasn't there stuff she knew but didn't post until Serena warred with her at graduation?
Maybe Gossip Girl was really our guardian angel.
We hear he's on his way to turn himself in.
Who's up for a little stakeout at the big house?
Well, so much for that theory. Yeah.
Come on. Let's go.
Take your time. I mean, whatever. Let's go.
Did you just see what I saw?
What are the chances that Serena, Dan, Nate, and Georgina Sparks...
...all decided to check out the warhol exhibit together?
Zero. Come on, Allie.
Hey, Mom. Chuck.
I'm sorry, I couldn't call. You really scared us.
So glad you're safe. A little confused as to why we're all here.
Saying goodbye before you turn yourself in?
Why does everyone look like they're at a funeral?
When you're here for a wedding.
A woman like Blair deserves to be married with style, surrounded by friends and family.
No Bass man would let himself be stopped by a little tri-state A.P.B.
Okay, enough with the small talk. We all have ajob to do.
Blair and Chuck, stay out of sight. Then we meet at Bethesda Fountain and get married.
And rings, we need rings. You, you, ring. And Miss Georgina.
And afterwards, Mister Dan, on flowers.
Chuck and Blair are getting married? This is the biggest Gossip Girl story ever.
B, the dress is perfection.
A lifelong relationship with Elie Saab does have its perks.
My mother did well.
Hey, have you seen Dan? I'm a little nervous...
...last time he was in charge of flowers we got Damien Dalgaard's purple tulips.
Well, speaking of, is Dan here as your date?
After he published his hate piece, I'm surprised you're talking to him.
He had his reasons. I don't know, I'm still trying to figure it out.
It's not like Chuck didn't do his share of terrible things to you.
Ancient history. Besides, Chuck is one of us...
...whereas Dan, despite years of trying, never will be.
What does "one of us" mean after all this time?
He's friends with our friends. We've both dated him.
His father married my mother. His new apartment is in my building.
S, we all hoped that Humble Humphrey would overcome his Brooklyn roots...
...to join higher social strata.
It's the American dream, but let's face it, in his case, the dream has died.
Just give him one more chance. You don't know the whole story.
I know what I need to know, and that is...
...Serena van der woodsen will never end up with a powerless striver.
Where are you going? The fountain is that way.
I might be late. Something I got to take care of.
Like what? If this is about the final chapter...
...you better not be giving it to Vanity Fair. I'm not giving it to Vanity Fair.
What? Wait, where are you going? Stop it. Oh.
Should I ask what happened on that roof? The less you know, the better.
Oh. For once I guess it's good that I'm out of the loop.
Chuck. Hey, sorry to interrupt your last fling but I got the rings.
Choice between Byzantine cross and Egyptian snake.
I assume like attracted like and you went with the snake.
You know me well, nephew.
Nate. This is for you. It's my final chapter.
You mean, my final chapter. And it's not for you.
Wait. This is about Gossip Girl. It's yours to publish in The Spectator.
You gave up your search to help Serena. Now you have answers.
Dan, this is incredible.
I have to find Sage. She can run this down to the office.
Thanks, man. I mean, this could change my life.
Mine too. Hopefully.
Should've known better than to back a horse from Dumbo.
Don't let anyone stop you or ask questions. Go to my computer and start typing.
Post paragraph by paragraph if you need to. Got it.
What is taking Gossip Girl so long? I don't know.
If Gossip Girl doesn't care about our tip, I bet the police will.
The police? What?
Chuck's a fugitive from the law, if it's not on GG at least it'll be on the news.
Hi, I have information on the location of Chuck Bass.
To quote Siddartha, "we are not going in circles, we are going upward.
The path is a spiral. We have already climbed many..."
Cyrus. I think that is enough.
Perhaps we could skip to the "I do" part.
Do you, Chuck, take Blair to be your lawfully wedded wife?
Three words. Eight letters. Blair.
Do you take Chuck to be your husband? One word. Three letters. Yes.
By the power vested in me by the state I pronounce you man and wife.
You may kiss the bride.
Chuck Bass.
You need to come with us.
You too, Ms. Waldorf. I'm with you.
Right on cue, Gossip Girl. It's not Gossip Girl.
It's The Spectator.
I'm shocked.
I thought it was Dorota.
What?
Seriously?
No way.
Oh, you have got to be kidding me.
That little bitch.
Hey, Upper East Siders. Gossip Girl here.
And I have the biggest news ever.
Serena. You're back from boarding school.
"Yeah, hi, Blair, so I gotta go."
Come on, Bell, can you just try a little harder?
If I'm being honest, Rachel, I don't think you can pull off high school.
Thanks a lot. Sorry.
Come on, you are always on that thing. This audition's really important to me.
Plus the book is a bestseller and it has a built-in movie audience.
Dan Humphrey is a really good writer. O.M.G.
You are not going to believe who Gossip Girl is.
Wait. Gossip Girl is real?
The Upper East Side was like something from Fitzgerald or Thackeray.
Teenagers acting like adults. Adults acting like teenagers.
Guarding secrets. Spreading gossip. With the trappings of truly opulent wealth.
Membership in this community was so elite you couldn't buy your way in.
It was a birthright. A birthright I didn't have...
...and my greatest achievements would never earn me.
All I had to compare to this world was what I'd read in books.
But that gave me the idea. If I wasn't born into this world...
...maybe I could write myself into it.
I'd overhead enough conversations to mimic the language of the Constance girls.
But every writer needs his muse.
And it wasn't until that photo of Serena in the white dress...
...that I knew I had something strong enough to actually create a legend.
And launch a website. Within weeks...
...I was getting dozens of emails with stories about Upper East Siders.
So I posted them anonymously. And then...
...I got more. Oh, my God.
Before long, it was a monster. Everyone was sending tips.
Glad Gossip Girl got her balls back.
And when Serena came back from boarding school, I wrote my first post about me.
Lonely Boy. The outsider. The underdog.
I might have been a joke, but at least people were talking about me.
This is a hell of a thing you pulled off, kid. I'm in awe.
I hacked it, stole it from him. That makes me more awesome.
No, you stole it after I shut it down. When you started it back up, I just stole it again.
Should've known you were on the surveillance tape Diana sent...
...you were the only one not with us.
You're the only one who owns a hoodie. The one I felt stupid about was graduation.
I asked Gossip Girl to meet me, and then Dan showed up.
Son. Dad.
I figured you'd be here waiting for Chuck and Blair. We need to talk.
I should drink.
Me too. A vodka on the rocks.
Big glass, not too many rocks. Three olives.
Dan, I cannot believe you are responsible for this poison.
The damage to your friends, your family, your sister.
Jenny wanted to get on Gossip Girl.
She's known for years. If there were things she didn't want posted, she just had to ask.
You told the world about her losing her virginity.
No. She sent that tip in herself. She wanted to get out of New York.
She didn't feel she had the strength to leave on her own.
She knew if Blair found out the truth, she wouldn't have a choice.
Her leaving town was the best thing that ever happened to Jenny.
Yeah, I mean, Dad, I know...
...I've screwed up. Plenty of times.
But I've always tried to do the right thing. Like you taught me.
Tell me everything.
Dan was as hard on himself as he was any of us.
He wouldn't have had anything to post if everyone hadn't sent tips.
I never sent in one tip. Saint Nate.
What's the worst thing Gossip Girl wrote about you?
If anyone should be mad, it should be me. Well, me and Blair.
We're here. You're free.
Cyrus is finishing up at the police station but we refused to talk.
Since there's no evidence Chuck was even on that roof...
No witness. Except his wife.
They had no choice but to let us go. Bart's death will be ruled an accident.
Thank you. Mm. It's actually for her.
Miss Blair, I so worried about you and Mister Chuck.
And brain exploding from Lonely Boy news.
I need vodka. We all need lots of vodka, Dorota.
And champagne.
My mother and Lily are at Citarella now getting food.
We're going to have a wedding reception.
And don't even think you will be invited, Humphrey.
We read while we were waiting.
You have a lot of explaining. What do you want to know?
What do you look so amused for?
It's just that I felt the same way until I realized that I'm fine with it.
Fine? He stopped posting. After our accident.
Shut down the site. I mean, we always knew it was one of us, right?
I always thought it was Dorota.
I actually thought it was Eric, and then I thought it was Rufus.
My dad? Come on. It could've been me.
I always thought it was Nate. Anyone think it was me?
My money was on the blond broad in London.
Why do you all think this is funny? Gossip Girl ruined our lives.
Is your life really ruined?
If you think about it, we're all on track to do what we want.
But he schemed and lied and spread horrible stories.
Blair, I think you're mad because Dan was the one pulling the strings all along.
This whole time I had more power than you.
But what he did with that power was write a love letter, not just to me but to all of us.
He made me realize that I don't want to run away. You guys are my family...
...and I belong here.
And so does Dan.
So I guess that means it's all over now.
That we can all grow up and move on. Yeah.
Gossip Girl's dead.
Good to see you again.
Mr. Archibald, what do you say to speculation you'll be running for mayor?
New York is the greatest city in the world, who wouldn't want to?
You'd be the youngest in the city's history. Only if I win.
I haven't said if I'm running. Polls already have you in front.
I promise I'll answer any questions tomorrow, but right now...
...there's somewhere I have to be.
Thank you, Mr. Henry. You very good boy, help tidy up for party.
Look who's here. Daddy.
There he is, there's my grandson. Henry. Give me that boy. Come here. Come on.
How are you? The place looks great.
It was all Blair. Thank you.
No, I told you that Tuesday is not soon enough.
I need the samples in the showroom by Monday.
Okay, I have to go. I have guests.
Do you have any idea how many times I've wondered if we'd make it to this day...
...and now, here we are. No doubt thanks to your parenting.
Last minute inspiration.
How is she? Great. Not nervous at all.
I am. I need a drink.
You may be rid of Dan Humphrey, but you'll never be rid of me.
There will always be someone on the outside, wanting to get in.
Who am I now? That's one secret I'll never tell.
XOXO. Gossip Girl.