Mr. Inspektor explains that young Pilot died on a sailing trip somewhat recently. Lily just about passes out from how horrible this ordeal continues to be, and Rufus pats her back sweetly like he's not the sole cause of it all. He actually has the zoot-suiting balls to go, "If we had known, we... Wouldn't have even bothered you." Lily quietly reaches for her gun as Mr. Inspektor explains that his wife has gone slightly nutty and doesn't want to tell anybody, kind of like the opposite of Who's Afraid Of Virginia Woolf?, but like any good man he has disregarded this wish and told her secret in private, without her knowing. He pulls out a news clipping from his rucksack with the hilariously long and literal headline Boston Teen Drowns While On Vacation With Friends. Asked and answered! Lily randomly asks if he was a happy kid, and the answer is yes. Like what are you going to say?
"No, he was kind of a dick actually. I'm not glad that riptide pulled him out into the harbor? But I can't say we were overwhelmed by bouquets and casseroles from neighborhood well-wishers. He was fine. He had a lot of really irritating habits that we always just sort of blamed on... Well, on you guys. That's so funny! Anyway, this has been great."
Blair meets her elevator and Chuck is standing there, holding peonies. Her favorite. He doesn't leave the elevator, just holds them out past the door. She takes them, and stares at them. "I'm sorry. I screwed up." Blair can't meet his eyes at first; she can barely move at all. "It's too late, Chuck. I have stood by you through all of this, but I can't watch you self-destruct any longer." Chuck swears Jack set him up, holding the elevator door open with one elbow, pleading with his entire body. "There's no one to blame but yourself. I believed in you. Your father believed in you. You... Are the only one who didn't." It's a story she's telling herself, too; it's always been a story she was telling herself. Fitting all those broken edges and rough angles into the shape of it, no matter what he did. What did he say? Time to let go of the illusions? That's today.
"All I wanted to do was... Just be there? But today when you called me your wife..." -- he feels bad, knowing that was the breaking point -- "...You made it sound like the ugliest word in the world." He steps forward, watching her face, wanting to reach out and touch it, begging for her. She breathes, and pushes him back across the line. "I'm sorry, but I'm done." He steps back, and the doors close: she throws the peonies at his feet, and he stares at nothing.