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We have to see this through to the end.

This is the end, Chuck.

I didn't know you were applying to the Tisch writing program.

I'm kinda not telling anyone.

That doesn't give you the right to tell me

- who I can and can't see. - With Carter, yes, it does.

I just got another call from my P.I. about your dad.

He has his exact location, just a 3-hour plane ride away.

Do you know where Nate is?

Um, no, I don't see him right now.

If you find him, can you just please tell him

to call me back as soon as he can?

Serena left with Carter.

Uh, Cece. Hi, it's Rufus. I don't know where

you and Lily are, but I know it's not Canyon Ranch.

Hello? Dad? Serena.

On the Upper East Side,

new days don't always bring new beginnings,

but they almost always bring new surprises.

Oh, God. Waffles.

You don't like waffles?

It's not a matter of like.

It's... it's I'm a Humphrey, so syrup is a food group.

Yeah, how are you not, like, 500 pounds?

Nice shirt, by the way.

Oh. Yeah, sorry. I, uh, it looked really comfy to sleep in.

Oh, yeah, it's Serena's favorite as well.

So you still haven't heard from her?

Nope.

Radio silence since she left with Carter.

I'm not gonna be the first one to call her, you know?

Yeah, well, hey, thanks for letting me crash here last night.

I'm sorry you had to sleep on the couch.

I have no idea how it got so late.

Well, time flies when you're having

a Wii tennis death match, Humphrey.

Oh, did you call your dad, by the way?

Uh, yeah, but I said that I was staying at Sawyer's,

so if anyone asks, you're an insecure brunette

who has an unnatural love for designer handbags.

Um, hey, are we still on for the Tim Burton exhibit at Moma?

Absolutely.

Oh, it's Serena. "Just landed. So sorry.

Call you when I'm home."

You know what? I think I'm gonna...

- I think I'm gonna shower and just go over there. - Um, are you sure?

I mean, she said she was gonna call you.

You don't... you don't wanna push, right?

Yeah, I think... just... if we talk, it should be in person.

- Rain check on Moma? - Sure.

Okay. Mm.

You ready?

To explain to Rufus the real reason I've been lying to him?

No. But I know I have to.

Well, it's Rufus. He'll understand.

Yeah, let's hope.

You know, it's hard enough to tell him,

but now with your father involved...

William and Rufus do not exactly get along.

Mm, nothing like a grunge-era love triangle.

Yes, well, complete with an unplanned pregnancy,

a trip to a French sanatorium, my mother

and a whole lot of flannel. It was ugly in more ways than one.

Well, it'll be okay, mom. I'm here for you.

Oh.

It's a lot easier to sneak up on someone

when you're not eight months pregnant

and they're not standing in front of a full-length mirror.

Are the caterers all set up downstairs?

Uh, yes. Everything is set up.

Miss Blair, I not so sure this party your best idea.

What if we go feed ducks in park, just the two of us?

Dorota, why did I go to the trouble

of putting together an elegant brunch and inviting

a dozen of Manhattan's most eligible bachelors?

So world can know miss Blair's single again,

- and Chuck Bass thing of past. - Mm-hmm.

But miss Blair not yet grieve properly.

To rush back into dating...

will show everyone that Chuck Bass has no hold over me.

Dorota, you really need to stop buying your prenatal vitamins over the Internet.

For this I postpone honeymoon.

Will you toss out that box of junk?

I never want to see it again.

Lily?

Hello, Rufus.

Will, what the hell are you doing here?

I'm here to see Lily. Is she home?

If she was, you still wouldn't be welcome.

You need to leave now.

I'm afraid I can't do that.

Yeah, I know about this summer.

You've done enough damage to this family, on all fronts.

This summer.

She, uh, she hasn't told you?

Told me what?

I think we should wait for Lily.

We a all have a lot to talk about.

There is an outlet by the bed, and I will be in in a minute.

You look like hell.

Small price to pay to feel like heaven.

Where's Archibald?

Don't tell me you two finally closed the deal.

I have no idea what you're talking about, Chuck.

Please. You've been panting at his loafers

ever since Serena went M.I.A. with Carter.

Was it as you always imagined?

Late night?

You two engaged in a sweaty Wii duel...

your bodies touch...

he looks at you like he's never looked at you before.

Oh, you're an ass, Chuck. Besides, Serena's back.

Oh, well, maybe now you'll actually have a chance.

Don't worry.

The odds of me remembering this conversation are slim.

Wait. What do you mean, I'll stand a chance now?

Archibald's never gonna cross the line. He's a good guy.

He would cling to Serena's golden locks

- until she pushes him away. - Yeah, but why would she do that?

- I mean, he's been totally patient and understanding. - You and I know that,

but if she were to think Nate had, in fact, betrayed her,

she would drive him into your waiting arms in no time.

Why are you telling me all this?

Because... if I want my friend back,

this would be done easier with Serena out of the picture.

Now all you need is something to make her suspicious.

Lily told me that she renovated this place again.

It's come a long way since we first moved in.

There have been a lot of improvements since you left,

which is why you won't be staying.

Lily.

Oh. Rufus, hello.

Mmm. Oh.

Oh, God. William.

Dad?

Serena.

Paging Serena Van Der Woodsen.

After a lifetime in the daddy waiting room,

it looks like the doctor is finally in.

William, what's going on?

I was just about to ask you that, Lily.

Rufus, um, it wasn't my mother who was sick.

It was me.

And that's why William and I were together last summer.

Uh, he wasn't treating Cece.

He was treating me.

Mom said that's why you wouldn't see me when I came looking for you.

I wanted to see you, but as her doctor,

I couldn't tell you why I was there, and I... I didn't wanna lie.

How are you feeling now?

Good. I'm feeling good.

And I just had my 6-month checkup,

and, uh, we'll get the results soon.

Yeah, well, the one bright spot is that Lily's illness is very treatable.

We're just waiting on the last round of test results,

but, uh, I'm highly optimistic that it hasn't returned.

Hmm. Lily, I'm so sorry you've been, uh, going through this... alone.

I would just like to move forward as if everything is normal.

And, uh, just please keep this between us.

And there will be no mention of the "c" word in this house.

And I am gonna go freshen up.

Mmm.

Lily, you... you and I still need to talk.

Yeah.

Uh, my family and I need some time alone.

Um...

Sure.

Listen, I, uh, know that this is a lot for you to take in.

Can I convince you to go somewhere and talk?

If Eric's around, I would love for him to join us.

He's in Andover with the debate team.

But, um, let me just change.

- Where... where should I meet you? - I'm at 60 Thompson.

You okay?

Yeah.

After all he's done for my mom,

I at least owe him a conversation.

"We regret to inform you

that due to the high volume of qualified applicants,

the dramatic writing program

at the Tisch school of the arts..."

We, uh, have decided to crush your dreams with this form letter.

Apparently, there was... there's only one spot

for transfer students, and I didn't get it, so...

This is really terrible.

No, Vanessa, it's, uh, it's okay.

I mean, it sucks, yeah, but I'll survive.

No, it's not that.

It's just...

it was me.

I, um, I got the spot.

- What? - I should have told you I was applying

for dramatic writing as well as film and TV.

I just... I honestly didn't think I had a shot.

It was only after I wrote that short that I started thinking

how great would it be if we both got in?

- Wait. So... so you got the spot? - I would have never applied

if I'd had known they were only taking one transfer from N.Y.U.