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[Leery's Fresh Fish - Gretchen is behind the bar talking on the phone. It sounds like a personal call.] Gretchen: (on the phone as Gail walks up) Okay, I'll ask her… Okay, Kiera, I gotta go. I'll talk to ya. (she hangs up) Sorry, she's a talker. Gail: Where is table nine's cabornay. I asked you for it 10 minutes ago. Gretchen: Oh! Friday night frenzy. We've already gone through 10 bottles of the Cape Red reserve. Which means you're having an amazing night. Gail: Which means nothing if we can't put the orders on the tables. You know, maybe if you weren't taking personal calls, you'd have time to get the other case. (she walks off. Dawson approaches with a case of wine) Dawson: (YES! He finally cut his hair!) Hey. Took me awhile to find it. Gretchen: Great. Ah, thank you. (she grabs a bottle, wipes it down, then hands it to a waitress) Table nine ASAP, thanks. (to Dawson) Okay, so please tell me that your mother is this edgy at home, too. That it's not just something about me that gets her knickers in a twist. Dawson: I know, it's called hormones. In case you haven't noticed, she's seriously close to popping out number two. Gretchen: Right, so it's not like it has anything to do with, well, us. Dawson: No, are you kidding? My mom loves you. Gretchen: Yeah, me as Pacey's sister and her ever trusted barkeep, maybe. Me as Mrs. Robinson… Dawson: Oh, come on. Three years does not make you Mrs. Robinson. Gretchen: So that incredibly hostile vibe I just felt, not about us? Because we're good. We're good together. Dawson: I like to think so. Gretchen: Right. Solid. So, I was thinking. Maybe it's time that you and I progress to the next stage. You know, after a few weeks coupling it's time that we go out amongst others and meet the friends. Dawson: As in your friends? Gretchen: Yeah, aren't you a little curious to meet my friends? Dawson: Yeah. Someday. Gretchen: How's tomorrow? Two of my best pals from college are swinging through to see this band and I told them that if it was okay with you, that we'd go. Dawson: Tomorrow? Gretchen: Okay, hey, I know that meet the friends night can be incredibly scary for the new guy… Dawson: You actually refer to me as the new guy? Gretchen: Oh, not me. Them. But that's why you need to meet them, so that they can get to know you. And then you can invariably wow and impress them. Dawson: And if I only variably wow and impress? Gretchen: Oh, well then I dump you. (they laugh) Be yourself. They'll love you. (they move into kiss when they finally notice Gail standing at the end of the bar with a look on her face. They move away and get back to work. Opening credits - and the same old ones, I might add. They changed them mid way through Season 3. Well, we're more than mid way through Season 4!! So where's the new credits!? *sigh*) [Capeside Yacht Club - Drue is in his mother's office.] Mrs. Valentine: I give you a lot of leeway around here, Drue. You want that to continue, you will do as I say. Drue: You ever notice the pushier you get, the more you resemble a Disney villainous? (Joey walks up, Drue walks out) Mrs. Valentine: You want something, Miss Potter? Joey: Uh… no, actually. I'm good. I just stopped by to let you know that I'm here. Mrs. Valentine: This wouldn't, by any change, be about that quaint, upcoming senior trip? The one where you have any hope in hell of going you're going to need a Friday and Saturday off. Joey: I… really rather come back another time, maybe catch you in a rare moment of open minded generosity. Mrs. Valentine: This is it, Princess. Grab it while you can. Joey: (confused) You'd actually consider giving me the time off? Mrs. Valentine: Giving? No, trading, perhaps. There is this date tonight that Drue is going on with Anna Evans… Joey: The same Doctor Evans, president of the club's board? Mrs. Valentine: Anna is his daughter. You probably wouldn't know her. She's your age but she goes to a much better school. Joey: She's rich and important so you're having Drue take her out. Mrs. Valentine: Precisely. And I want you and that boyfriend of yours to go with them. You two are the perfect couple. Joey: Thank you. Mrs. Valentine: It's important that Anna have a nice time tonight. If she does, the days off are yours. If not, you'll be working Friday and Saturday shifts for the rest of the year. Joey: When should we be ready? [Mr. Brooks' House - him and Dawson are sitting around a table watching some scene on a laptop from their documentary. Mr. Brooks now seems to be in a wheelchair. Grams moves about preparing his pills.] Brooks: How come u chose that clip instead of the Tuesday interview? (I missed his entire sentence, but Natalie helped me with it. I swear, he talks like his mouth is full. You Aussie's who will be watching Season 4 soon will chuckle when you finally hear his voice. You'll agree I'm right.) Dawson: Because it's more concise here. Brooks: Oh, whatever you like best. They're both fine. Grams: You two have been at that all morning. Why don't you take a break? Dawson: I actually have lunch plans, so as much as I'd hate to stop… Grams: I have to go get another bottle of pills. I'll be right back. (she leaves the room. Dawson stands to leave.) Brooks: (stopping Dawson) Before you go kid, there's something I want to ask you. Dawson: Yeah, what's up? Brooks: I can't get to the store to get my pills. Evelyn's been taking me and I hate it. Dawson: Yeah, whatever I can do to help. Brooks: (pulls out a form) Here. Sign these. It's just lawyer talk. Legally, it's gobbledygook. Dawson: Designating what exactly? Brooks: Well, it designates you as my gopher. Gives you the right to go get my medicines for me if you want. Dawson: I'm flattered you'd ask. Brooks: Hurry up and sign them before Evelyn gets back. I don't want to hurt her feelings. (Dawson signs them. Grams walks in as Mr. Brooks is pushing them into his pocket. She doesn't notice. Dawson gets up to leave again.) Dawson: Be back in about an hour. Grams: Have a good time, Dawson. (Dawson leaves.) Nursing agency called today. Said they haven't received a check yet for next month. (Grams hands him some pills to take.) Brooks: Well I remember sending it. Damn post office is enough to make anyone sick. (Mr. Brooks pockets the pills and drinks his water. Grams doesn't notice.) [Pacey and Gretchen's Place - Pacey is sitting on the couch reading a magazine when Gretchen walks in. She's wearing a sweater that lets her stomach show.] Pacey: (looking at Gretchen's sweater) Oh, no, no, no. Gretchen: Are you offering a fashion opinion here, Pace? Cause you'll have to excuse me if I find your credibility in that department some what lacking. Pacey: I'm offering a brother's opinion, okay? And as a brother I can tell you that THAT is not a going out of the house outfit. It's really the bottom layer of something that could BECOME a going out of the house outfit, but not until you put on a sweater or something. Gretchen: This is a sweater. Pacey: No it's not. A sweater is a big, baggy, shapeless thing that hides the human form. This specifically designed for sisters about to go out on dates. Gretchen: This isn't even a date. It's a group activity. Kiera and Jessica are gonna pick me up any second. What are you still doing here, anyway? Pacey: Well, I was just getting mentally prepared for yet another night of being the perfect boyfriend. It's a thankless job. Long hours, very few rewards. Not that I'm in it for the rewards of course. Gretchen: No. Of course not. True love waits. Pacey: And waits and waits… Gretchen: Is something up? Pacey: No. Gretchen: Cause if something were up… Pacey: But nothing's up. Gretchen: Well, if something were up and you wanted to talk about it… Pacey: Then I would. I absolutely would. But I'm not going to, cause guess what's up? Gretchen: Something. Pacey: Nothing. Gretchen: Mmm. (honk from outside) You are so saved by the horn. (she goes to leave) Pacey: Have fun working the boulevard. [The House that Jack Built - Toby approaches the house and pauses. Just then, Jack jogs up.] Toby: I should have known that you're the type that jogs. Jack: What type is that exactly? Toby: The country club family type. You probably play a mean game of tennis, right? Jack: Golf, actually. Toby, what are you doing here? Toby: I've come to proposition you. Relax, it's merely a phrase. You see, I'm doing this thing, tutoring kids from the Boston inner-city reading council. We're desperate for anybody who can read. Jack: That makes me feel special. Toby: Come on, check your attitude at the door and let's get serious for a minute. I mean, Jen told me that you like working with kids. Well, here's some kids who need you to teach them. Are you interested or not? It's that simple. Jack: I'll tell you what I'm not interested in is a repeat of the soccer incident. Toby: Hey, everybody at the council knows I'm gay. Nobody cares. It's not an issue. Jack: I don't know. I don't think I want to get into something like that right now. Toby: Well, if you change your mind, we tutor in the library at Jordon Junior High. Weekend nights after 7. (Jack goes into his house) [Capeside Docks - Pacey and Joey are standing on the dock, waiting to be picked up for their double date. It's night time.] Pacey: I know that you work for Satan's hand maiden and all, but does that really have to involve double dating with her evil spawn? Joey: You want me on our Senior trip, don't you? Pacey: Of course. You know me, I want you on a boat, ski resort, parking lot… I'm not choosy. Joey: Look, Pace… We're not here to have a good time, okay? Pacey: I wouldn't even dream of it. Joey: And this Anna person, whoever she is, she's the one having the good time. And no matter how high she registers on the over-privileged bitch-o-meter, just promise you'll be nice. Pacey: When am I ever not nice? (they hug and smoochie. Anna drives up in front of them and her and Drue get out. Drue already looks annoyed.) Anna: I don't understand why people are always honking their horns. Like I don't know they're behind me? Drue: Gee, could it be because you're camped out in the middle of the intersection, rethinking your eye makeup? Anna: Well, it could have been smudged. (asking Joey) It isn't smudged? Drue: Relax. Potter here knows about as much about makeup as I do. Besides, (missed rest of sentence.) Joey: Oh, poor me. Anna: Don't listen to him. The natural look is so in. I totally read about it in 'Elle'. (to Pacey, thrusting her hand out) You must be Joey. Nice to meet you, Anna. (Pacey just smiles and shakes her hand) Pacey: Hi. (Joey looks amused) Joey: You're not Joey. I'm Joey. (she shakes Anna's hand) Nice to meet you, Anna. Drue: (annoyed) Pacey guy. Joey girl. I told you a thousand times in the car. Anna: Who's Potter? Drue: All right. So much for playful chitchat. Let's get this disaster on the road. (they move to the car) Pacey: (opening Anna's door for her) Let me get that for you. Anna: Thanks. Pacey: (after Anna and Drue get in, Pacey looks over the roof of the car at Joey) I'm being nice. Joey: (she smiles) Mmm-hmm. [Mr. Brooks' house - Dawson and Brooks are again working on their movie. They are watching a scene.] Dawson: I think that section's pretty much done. Brooks: It's all done. 93 minutes of the life in filmic time of A.I. Brooks. Dawson: I was thinking a little work on the Columbia years could help it move along a little faster. Brooks: Lock the picture, do your credits and run it for an audience. Dawson: You don't think a tweak here will make it better? Brooks: Could be better, could be worse, could be just different. The best thing to do now is let it go. Dawson: Thanks for tonight, anyway. All right, let's get you into the living room for some of that music you love to blare. (he pushes him in his wheelchair towards the living room) Brooks: Hey, when are you going to tell me more about your girl? Dawson: Gretchen? The one you referred to as the local ditz? Brooks: Ahh, that was said with great affection. (Dawson laughs) Dawson: She's uh… she's pretty terrific. We're taking it easy. Brooks: Don't take it too easy and become my age, ya hear me? Dawson: I hear ya. Brooks: Still young enough to fall in and out of love a few more times before you get it right. Dawson: That doesn't sound like a lot of fun. Brooks: It isn't. It is. And it isn't. It's worth it every damn time. Dawson: Someone's on a prophetic roll this evening. Brooks: Pancreatic cancer would make a prophet out of anybody. Dawson: I guess I'll head out, unless there's anything else you want me to do. Brooks: Yeah, I uh, hard for me to get out of this chair. Give me a hand, will ya? Dawson: Yeah, sure. (Dawson helps him up, holding on to Mr. Brooks. Mr. Brooks takes this opportunity to hug Dawson. Dawson hugs him back and Mr. Brooks looks like he's about to cry. Dawson sits him in his chair.) There ya go. Brooks: Yeah. The pictures not half bad. Not just because it's about me. Dawson: We should make another one sometimes. Brooks: Anytime, kid. Anytime. (Dawson leaves) [Leery Residence - Dawson opens his front door and Gretchen, Kiera and Jessica walk in. Gretchen gives Dawson a hug and a kiss.] Dawson: There you are. Hey. I thought you forgot about me. Gretchen: Sorry! We just sorta started talking and we totally lost track of time. Dawson, this is Kiera and Jessica, my two suite mates freshman year. Kiera: Which means we're friends basically due to random computer assignment. (they laugh) Jessica: Great house. Rental? Dawson: Uh, no this is my parent's house. (Gail comes downstairs) Speaking of who, there's one of them now. Mom, this is Kiera and Jessica. Gail: Hello. Kiera: Nice to meet you. Dawson: (to Gretchen) Are we going to make it? Gretchen: Uh, yeah. The show doesn't start till nine or so. We have more than enough time to get there. Dawson: Great. Gail: Uh, what show are you going to? Dawson: Some club up in Bingham Bay. I'll be back late. I'll see you in the morning. Gail: Wait a second, Dawson. I'm not sure I like the idea of you going to a club. I mean, do they serve alcohol there? Dawson: We serve alcohol in the restaurant. It doesn't bother you when I'm there, so why should this be a problem? Gail: Well, you're my son and I worry about you, that's why. And, since when do you go clubbing? Dawson: We're not dropping in on Studio 54. We're having dinner and seeing a band. Gail: So, I would feel better if I at least know that you're going to be home by a certain time. Say by 1. Dawson: That sounds like a curfew, which I've never had before. (to the girls) You know, can I just meet you guys outside? (they walk out) If you're trying to embarrass me, consider it a job very well done. I'm completely humiliated. Gail: I am trying to protect you. Dawson: From what?! The dangers of having a good time with my girlfriend? Come on! Gail: No, the dangers of getting hurt by a woman whom, as perfect a person as she seems right now, might actually be in a different place in her life. Dawson: Mom, it's not like that with Gretchen. Gail: Honey, I'm not so sure. Dawson: Well I am. And you know what? It really doesn't matter what you think because it's my life and it's my relationship. If you want to express a little last minute maternal control, you're gonna have to wait for the next one to come along because I really don't want that from you right now. (he walks out) [Miniature Golf Course - Anna is up and Joey, Pacey and Drue are standing next to her waiting. Drue looks impatient.] Drue: Just. Hit. The ball already! At this rate, we're going to be here all night. Joey: Well, it's a date. We're supposed to be here all night. Take your time, Anna. Pacey: You know what, let me give you a hand with that. (he goes and stops the windmill from turning and blocking her hole) Anna, can I give you a friendly word of advice? Anna: Thanks. Pacey: It's not really about power. It's all finesse. So just loosen up on your grip and swing through. Drue: (pulling out his cell and dialing a number. To Joey,) You know what, just because you skeeves have nothing better to do, doesn't mean I plan on spending my entire night on the socially challenged. I got a date later with a honey I want to be with. (Joey pulls the phone out of his hand and pockets it) What exactly is your problem with mobile technology? Joey: It's irritating like you. You, are on a date. And unless you want a repeat of the bodily damage I did to you in the storage room, I'd start being nice to her. Drue: I get it. You'd like me to be a little more like Pacey. Joey: Well, now that you mention it, it definitely wouldn't hurt. Drue: He does seem to be enjoying himself, doesn't he? But then, why wouldn't he be? Anna: Oh my God! I did it! I did it! (she hugs Pacey) Drue: Nice work you two. Very nice. [Jordan Junior High - Toby is helping a girl read. Jack walks in.] Toby: Well well. Look who's slumming. Little Jack sprat. Jack: I did not come down here to be your whipping boy, Toby. So check the attitude at the door please and let's get serious for a second. Toby: All that and sass too. Maybe you are one of the tribe after all. Jack: All right, so tell me how this tutoring thing works exactly. Toby: You read with them. Encourage them to sound out a word and help them if you can. Mostly just be nice to them. Jack: I can do that. Toby: I know. That's why I asked you down here. [Gretchen's Car - As she drives, Dawson sits behind her, Kiera next to him, and Jessica in the front seat.] Kiera: After the impromptu kitchen counter event, which by the way, do not recommend if you've left funny sharp implements laying around… Jessica: And the chill factor! Kiera: Definitely! Remember, that tile is very cold. Well, in the living room, heading to the bedroom, and the next thing I know, round two! The guy needed like NO recovery time! (to Dawson) Oh, is this too much for you? Dawson: No. It's fascinating. Gretchen: Kiera's love life is always a little fascinating. (they laugh) Kiera: Oh God, you guys remember this song? (they laugh) Gretchen: (to Dawson) There was this guy on our floor, total Dionne Farris freak! And he used to play this on his keyboard to try and impress us. Do you know it? (Jessica and Kiera start singing) Dawson: Vaguely, yeah. (Gretchen starts to sing, too. The girls are all laughing and having a good time. Dawson smiles, but looks uncomfortable.) [Miniature Golf Course - Anna and Joey are sitting inside talking.] Anna: This whole myth that certain girls can wear red lipstick is a total lie. And it only makes people with yellowing skin tones feel bad about themselves. I'm so mean. Pacey: Who's mean? Joey: We're just discussing the beauty industry and how it manipulates and contorts our perception of ourselves to serve the capitalistic economy. Drue: You see what we've been missing, Pacey? Intellectual conversation. Perhaps Anna here can grace us with her opinion of that whole Electoral College controversy. Joey: Drue! Lay off. Anna: No, it's okay. I think people should be able to go to whatever college they want to. I mean, as long as their parents can afford it, what's the big deal? Drue: Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you the marveling idiotic mental feats of Anna Evans. Warning! Do not try this at home. Worth more than 2 brain cells. Anna: You're such a jerk. Drue: You're the one who ordered your daddy to arrange this whole night for you. Are you happy now? See, unlike your nose job, I can't be bought. Pacey: Okay. With that little happy anecdote, I think this sick and twisted evening is now over. Drue: It's sweet, isn't it? The way he always rises in defenses of damsels in distress? Especially blonder ones. Pacey: (to Joey) Are we in agreement here that punching him in the face is now completely under the appropriate zone? Drue: Before you do, answer me one question, Witter. Guy to guy, okay? How come beautiful girls who are dumb as a box of rocks, will only put out if you tell them they're smart. But the ones who actually are smart, won't perform sexual favors until you tell them they're beautiful? Anna: This is all my fault. Joey: No, it's not. Nothing is your fault. Anna: Yes it is. I can't believe I was so stupid. I feel like such an idiot. (to Drue) Ugh! I can't believe I slept with you. (she walks off. Joey looks surprised.) Pacey: I gotta admit, I didn't see that one coming. [Bingham Bay - Gretchen's car pools up to the club - which looks like a coffee shop. Everyone gets out, but since Dawson is on the side of the car that Gretchen is, this gives them a moment alone before Jessica and Kiera join them.] Gretchen: How ya doing? Dawson: Well, it's been an interested evening so far. I've been humiliated by my mother, I've learned more about Kiera than I ever wanted to, and uh… honestly, I've never felt so 17 my entire life. Gretchen: My God, are you really 17? What am I doing with you? I'm kidding! Look, Kiera and Jessica and I are just catching up. It'll be over soon. So the worst of the night is behind you. Bouncer: Okay, let me see your ID. (Gretchen shows him hers) All right, drink safe and designate a driver. Dawson: That would be me. I'm not drinking. Bouncer: Are you under 21? Dawson: Yeah. Bouncer: Okay, let me see your left hand. (he stamps a big red "Under 21" on it) Dawson: You have no idea how perfectly this encapsulates my life right now. [Miniature Golf Course - Pacey goes out to look for Anna. She is standing against a railing looking out over who knows what.] Pacey: Please tell me that you're not shedding so much as one tear over Drue Valentine. The man is a world class moron. Anna: Yeah well, if that's the case, shouldn't we be perfect for each other? Pacey: You know how some people are good at books? I'm not at all good at books. Kinda like you and I. We just have to figure out what our thing is, than become good at it. Anna: I know what I'm good at. Men. Pacey: Well, I suppose it's a good thing that you've already figured that out. But there has to be something else you're good at. Anna: Not really. It's always been the easiest thing for me. With Drue… I wanted him to like me for more than my looks. Pacey: We don't know that he doesn't. Anna: Yeah, but… Now we'll never know. I blew it. I fell into bed too easily. If I hadn't, do you think he might have liked me? Pacey: I can't answer that. But I can answer you this. I only just met you and I can already tell that there are a lot of nice things about you, besides the way you look. And if Drue Valentine can't see that, than that's his loss, not yours. [Club - Gretchen, Dawson and Jessica sit at a table. It's Jessica's turn to drone on about her sex life.] Jessica: Okay, so not only did he have another girl, but he had another apartment across town that she's living in. Gretchen: Bastard. Dawson: That's terrible. Jessica: One more to my loser list, which means I edge past you with 7. Kiera: (sitting down) Ahh, but I'm still the leader with nine. Dawson: What, do you guys keep a running count of all the losers you've dated? Kiera: Well, only the ones we've slept with. Jessica: Yeah, if we counted the ones we also dated, we'd be in the triple digits by now. (they laugh. Dawson laughs, but you can tell he's thinking. He's thinking his girlfriend has slept with 6 guys and he's still a virgin.) Gretchen: Don't worry, Dawson. You're way too nice of a guy to end up on my loser list. Kiera: Uh, wait. How often have I heard that before? (to Dawson) Look, for all of Gretchen's strong points, she's not the best judge of men. But I'm sure that doesn't include you. You seem nice. Dawson: Why does everybody keep saying that? I'm not really that nice. Gretchen: Well, Dawson, I think she just means you're not the kind of guy who would take me to a concert, meet another girl in line, than dump me and leave me to find my own ride back to school. Dawson: This actually happened to you? Gretchen: Oh yeah. Kiera: Loser number two. Jessica: He's probably no number six, either. Gretchen: Okay, you know what? Let's not do this. I'm really not drunk enough to sit here and go through the entire list of my life's most embarrassing choices. Jessica: Come on, doesn't he know about Lucky? Gretchen: Jess… Dawson: Lucky? Which loser is he? Kiera: Lucky is a leprechaun that Gretch had tattooed on her hip to impress loser number 5. He was a totally rocker. Gretchen: But, at least it's there to remind me to never ever date a musician again, no matter how hot or sexy he might be. But that's why I'm so happy to have Dawson. At least I know he won't shred my heart. (An announcer announces the band. It's one singer playing the piano. Everyone sits back to listen.) [Jordan Junior High - Jack is sitting with a boy who is trying to read.] Will: (reading) And then they took the… Ugh! I don't like this story! Jack: Well, we can read another one. You have to have something ready for class, right? Will: There's nothing good in here. Jack: You know, I used to have the same problem. School stories bored me. I mean, where'd they come up with this stuff. You know, I bet you you and I, we could make up a better story. Have you ever done that? You just sit around in your room and think up your own stories? Will: Sometimes, I guess. Jack: Yeah? Okay, Will, tell me the last story you thought of. Will: I had this idea about aliens taking me to the moon. Jack: See, that's perfect. I love that. That's great. Okay, that's what we're going to do. You're going to tell me a story and I'm going to write it down and then Monday, you're gonna tell it to your class. Will: Can I do that? Jack: Yeah. Sure. I mean, the assignment was to read A story. It can be whatever you want. Except there's one rule. You can only use words that you can spell. Deal? Will: Okay. Jack: (going to write) Okay. Give me a title. Will: (Jack writing) Beam me to the moon. A story about a spaceship… Jack: Hold on, how do you spell beam? Will: B-E-E-M? Jack: Close. Close. Very close. (handing Will a dictionary) Look it up, buddy. (Will does) Will: B-E-A-M. Oh yeah. And spaceship. S-P-A-C-E-S-H-I-P. Is that right? Jack: Absolutely. And that's a tough one to spell. I'm very impressed. Keep going. [Miniature Golf Course - Drue is picking up on some honeys.] Drue: Anytime, you come to the Yacht Club, I'll take you out on one of my boats. (Joey walks up) Joey: Drue, I think it's time we talk about the baby. I think you need to take responsibility and marry me. (the girls make a face and walk off) Drue: You know, everyone here thinks you're so sweet, but I know better. You're really a minion from the deep, sent here to make my life a living hell. Joey: Hmm. That would probably be too good for you. You can try to explain to me how you can sleep with her and then treat her like that. Have you no capacity for human kindness? Drue: Very little. Joey: How does someone like you end up so… Drue: Damaged? Joey: Completely. Drue: Just lucky, I guess. Joey: You have this whole witty Drue routine you do. But it's just a front for some really scared kid who's desperate for people to love him and desperately trying to keep any sort of intimacy away. Drue: How insightful. Joey: It doesn't take a PhD to interpret your behavior. Classic first grade. And you know what? Keep acting like this and your worst fear is going to come true. You're going to walk through life alone. Drue: (making a face, then letting up) I'm not really good with girls. I'm actually incredibly bad with them. Joey: How come? Drue: My guess? Spending my formative years in all boys institutions. Pretty much all I know how to do is pick on women, or sleep with them. We were never around much longer to do anything else. Joey: You're doing something else right now. You're being honest and real. You should work on that. Drue: (referring to Pacey and Anna in the distance) They look kinda cute together, don't they? They have that warm wondrous glow of two people who've had sex. Not with each other, of course, err, you know… you get my drift. Whoops, I forgot. That's a subject you know absolutely nothing about. Anna: (walking up) I can't believe you spent the whole summer on a boat. My dad could totally use someone like you. He's always looking for help when we're lake sailing. No way. Pacey: (he's grabbed Joey's hand and kissed it, then pressed it to his heart. Joey pulls his hand down and kisses his hand back) Well, you just haven't met the right person yet. [Jordan Junior High - Jack and Will are packing up to leave.] Jack: All right. Next weekend have another one ready. Good job, buddy! (Will greets his mom, then turns back to smile at Jack before he leaves.) Toby: That's the first time I've seen Will excited about coming back. Jack: Yeah, well, he's a good kid. He just needed to get interested in something. Toby: And you got him there. That must feel good. Jack: Feels great, actually. I'm all wired from it! Toby: Hey, I'm meeting some friends for coffee around the corner. Why don't you come? Jack: Umm… Toby: I promise not to keep you out too late. Jack: Okay, yeah. Just for a little bit. [Bingham Bay - Gretchen, Dawson, Kiera and Jessica are leaving the club.] Jessica: Wow. I do not want to get in the car and drive back yet. Gretchen: I know! It went so fast. I feel like we barely talked. Kiera: I know what this group needs. Some French fries and some Black and Tan's! (an alcoholic beverage) All Three Girls: Dex's! Gretchen: Oh, you'll love Dex's! It's one of our favorite places. Dawson: Uh, I don't think I can get in. Jessica: Oh, they never used to card, they probably still don’t. (Dawson holds up his fist with the "Under 21" stamped on it. Kiera and Jessica giggle and point. Gretchen looks disappointed.) Dawson: You guys go. Gretchen: Without you? Dawson: Yeah, just cause I can't get in doesn't mean the evening should end for everybody. So you guys go, have a great time, and I'll take a cab back. Gretchen: No, no, don't be ridiculous. We've been drinking. You take the car, we'll get the cab. Dawson: Okay. Gretchen: (handing him the keys) God, I have the best boyfriend. I'll call you tomorrow. Dawson: Okay. Kiera: Bye Dawson! Jessica: It was great to meet you. Dawson: Bye. (the girls head off.) [Dock - Anna and Drue have dropped Pacey and Joey off at the spot they picked them up from. They all stand outside on the dock saying their goodbyes.] Anna: This is it. Sorry about that whole left turn from the right lane thing. Drue: You know what? These lanes aren't even marked right on this part of Market St. Anna: It was nice meeting you, Joey. Joey: You too. Anna: Oh, I almost forgot, I feel really weird keeping this. (handing Pacey a stuffed bear.) Pacey: It was your quarter. Anna: Well, I think Joey would like it. (she hands it to Joey) Joey: (taking it) Thank you. Anna: Good night. Joey: Good night. Pacey: Good night. Drue: (stopping Anna from leaving) If you ever want to go out again sometime, you don't have to get my mother to coheres me, you know. Anna: I won't. I promise. Drue: Thanks for the letting me off the hook for not calling. Most girls would consider that completely unforgivable. Anna: Well, I don't, but I'm easy. (Drue laughs) Drue: That's cute. Now you're suddenly funny. Anna: Cute, likable, or cute annoying ditz? Drue: No, likeably. Definitely. (Drue leans down and kisses her.) [Mr. Brooks' House - Grams and Brooks sit in front of the fire playing Scrabble.] Grams: If I only had an 'S' I could have Bingoed. You alright, Arthur? Brooks: Just a little tired. Grams: Why don't we stop then. I should be getting home anyway. What? Brooks: I'm glad that Leery kid stole my boat. Grams: Oh, we've met before. (someone's name) brought you to the church bizarre and you purchased two of my apple pies after complaining bitterly that they were highly overpriced. Brooks: They were peach and worth every penny. Grams: Oh, a compliment. (Thank you, Shannon) Ten years late, but nice to have all the same. (she finishes cleaning up the Scrabble and goes to put it away. She finds a tin open with a lot of pills inside. He knows she's found them.) Brooks: I have to stay alert if I'm going to play Scrabble with you. Grams: This is not funny, Arthur! You've been holding your medication for weeks. Arthur! Brooks: Please. I knew you'd understand. Grams: How could I possibly understand something like this? Brooks: Because you know living without dignity is not living. Grams: This is in God's hands, Arthur. There is a natural course of events. Brooks: As long as I can think for myself, I determine them. I mean, this doesn't belong in God's hands or in yours. It belongs in mine. But with all your faith, do you really want any less for yourself? (Grams kisses him on the cheek and stands to leave. He kisses her hand.) Goodnight. Grams: Good night, Arthur. [Coffee Shop - Toby and Jack walk in. Two guys sitting at a table wave and motion to them. Toby waves then moves to the counter to get some coffee.] Toby: So pick your poison. Regular or decaf? (Jack is constantly staring over Toby's shoulder at the guys at the table) Jack: Can I talk to you? You didn't tell me we were meeting another couple. Toby: I didn't think it was important. Jack: Yeah, it kind of is, Toby. It's Saturday night, late, you want me to meet your friends. I'm beginning to think this is more than just coffee to you. Is it? Toby: Actually, I'd really like it if it were. Jack: Tutoring thing, did you start that because of me? Toby: It's possible that maybe it's part of the reason. Well, a big part. I thought it was something we could do together. Jack: So everything you said about being friends, it's just a set up to be with me? Toby: Jen said that if I wanted to get to know you, I should try being your friend. So I'm trying. That's all. Jack: Friends, yeah, that's fine. But I want to make something clear that there's not going to be anything more. Ever. Toby: Why not? Jack: Toby, we don't click. And even if you wanted to change that, you couldn't. I mean, that's just the way it is. I don't know if this is going to make you feel any better, but… I really did wish we had something. I don't know if this is such a good idea for us to do this tutoring thing together. Toby: Jack, you're great at it. You've gotta keep going. I'll find something else. Jack: Yeah, forget I said that. That's crazy. There's no reason for either one of us to quit. As long as you have no problem with us just being… Toby: No, that's fine. Jack: See you on Saturday. (Jack walks out) [Leery Residence - Dawson walks in the front door and finds Gail sitting on the couch falling asleep.] Dawson: You waiting up for me? Gail: I'm a mother. That's what we do. Did you have a good time? Dawson: Uh, no. No, I didn't, actually. I fear I'll end up number 7 on the loser list. Gail: And what does that mean? Dawson: It means that, as much as I hate to admit it, I think you were right about Gretchen. Gail: No honey, I'm not. I was wrong. And I've been sitting here all night long, regretting what I said to you earlier. Like it or not, I'm going to have to let my first baby go. Dawson: Well, I probably will get hurt. Gretchen's just got a lot more life experience than I do. Gail: All of her experiences make her the person that she is. Dawson: I know. Gail: Someone who is clearly crazy about you. That's why it's important to just see where it goes and not be afraid to put your heart at risk. That's the only way you'll ever find love again. (someone knocks at the door. Dawson answers it. It's Gretchen.) Gretchen: I hope it's not too late. Dawson: No. Come on in. Gretchen: (to Gail) Hi. Gail: Hi Gretchen. And goodnight. I think I should go up to bed. Dawson: Good night mom. Gail: Good night, honey. (Dawson goes into the living room. To Gretchen,) Gretchen, I don't know what happened tonight, but I hope we both agree that Dawson will never be number 7 on any list. (she walks up stairs. Gretchen joins Dawson in the living room.) Gretchen: If it makes you feel any better, as soon as I got to Dex's, I felt bad and I had the cab bring me here instead. Dawson: Actually, it does. Gretchen: And the good part was that I got the uncensored new guy evaluation and they were invariably wowed and impressed. Dawson: The age didn't bother them? Gretchen: No, and even if it did, I don't really care what they think about your age. I mean, it doesn't bother me. Dawson: It bothers me. The things I want to do with you, take you to a real club, or order a bottle of wine at dinner, or go to a bar with your friends. I don't want to be some guy who holds you back from what you want to do. Gretchen: I'm doing exactly what I want to do. I'm with you. Dawson: Earlier tonight you said I would never be the kind of guy who would shred your heart. You're right, I would never intentionally hurt you, but… I can't be the nice guy you date after a bad relationship because there's no risk involved. I need to know that I made some sort of impression. Gretchen: It's already done. Dawson: Really? Gretchen: Oh yeah. (they kiss) Dawson: So when do I get to see Lucky? Gretchen: We'll see. [Pacey's Place - Joey and Pacey are talking about the night's events.] Joey: So, in his own Drue like way, he was freaked out because she liked him back. Pacey: Well that kinda freaks me out, too, though. Why on earth would she give him another chance? She seemed like a perfectly reasonable girl. It kinda makes you wonder. Joey: Sleeping with somebody you just met is totally reasonable. Pacey: Well, maybe it's a little rash, but to be perfectly honest, two people do something they both want to do, that's completely natural. I don't exactly think that's crazy. Joey: Unlike what we're doing? Pacey: What are you talking about? Joey: The thing that we don't talk about, Pace. We have a problem. Pacey: Yes, we do. I mean, it used to be this little problem that we could easily ignore, but by doing that all we really did is make it bigger. And now unfortunately it's so damn big it's beginning to obscure my view of you. Joey: So basically you're saying that if I don't sleep with you soon we're going to break up and it's going to be all my fault? Pacey: No. No, not at all. I'm agreeing with you. I'm saying that we have a problem and this is something that we need to talk about. I'm not saying that in anyway it's your fault, somehow… Joey: Cause it's not. I mean we talked about this, Pacey. And you were fine with waiting. Pacey: I have been fine with waiting. I have been too scared to sleep with you too soon. I don't want to do anything that is going to jeopardize the more amazing relationship that I've ever had. Jo, I am happy that you and I took the time to really fall in love with each other. But we're here now, Jo. This is 8 months and counting. So, I just… I want… I need for you to know that if our relationship is not going to be progressing on to that next level, it's not because of me. Joey: Pacey… I want you. I really do. Pacey: I need to know that. Joey: Know it. I don't really know what's… wrong, but… I just keep holding back. I'm sorry, but I'm scared. Pacey: Good! Do you think I'm not scared? I'm terrified, Jo! Joey: You are? Pacey: Yeah! Joey: So then, can we just be scared together? (they hug) [Brooks' House - Dawson knocks on the front door and walks in.] Dawson: Mr. Brooks? Mr. Brooks? (he finds Mr. Brooks laying on the floor, not moving. End credits.) |
