*Cut to Dawson's
room: Joey and Dawson are sitting on his bed watching a movie. It
ends.*
Dawson: So. What'd
you think?
Joey: That was the
director's cut, right? 'Cause it seemed a lot bloodier.
Dawson: No, I
meant with you and me. We did it.
Joey: Did what?
Dawson: First
official movie night, post-breakup. I'd say it went rather well.
Joey: Yeah...well,
congrats. I should probably go.
Dawson: Where are
you going...Jo?
Joey: Well,
Dawson, we watched a movie...
Dawson: Hold on a
second I have some pictures I want you to look at.
Joey: You're
really okay with all this.
Dawson: What? You
and me?
Joey: Yeah...
Dawson: Yeah. I'm
just so happy we're past all that relationship trauma.
Joey: Good. Me
too.
Dawson: Great!
So...*motions to stack of papers with pictures on them he's
holding* the big dilemma, now that you're officially helping me
in the movie, is who is going to be cast as Sammy. Joey...you're
a...distinct, unattainable original.
Joey: Dawson,
maybe you should progress beyond the notion that the character,
Sammy, is me. I mean, why don't you look at it as finding an
actress who can bring their own interpretation into the role.
*Dawson acts like
he's not sure about that.*
Joey: I'm kind
of....I'm amazed at how together you are about us.
Dawson: Time to
learn to let go. Plus, you let me go *Joey's face falls* so I
mean, granted, at first, it was really hard for me to accept but
I mean, you moved on. You're with Jack. You let go. So, in turn,
I let go of you.
Joey: Well, uh,
since we're all letting go of each other...I really should go.
Um....um....yeah...um, I'm really tired and you always have a lot
to do...
Dawson: I'll see
you tomorrow, Joey.
Joey:
Yeah....um....goodnight.
Dawson: Goodnight.
*She hesitates at
the doorway and turns around to look back at him. He's glancing
over the papers for the role of Sammy. She looks slightly hurt by
this.*
*Cut to Joey in
her art class. They're drawing a nude girl.*
Teacher: Try and
invoke a feeling that you have for the subject. Remember, this is
your work so personalize it. If you see the world in
triangles...then go with it.
*He walks behind
Joey and glances at her sketch.*
Teacher: Excellent
work, Joey. You're coming along nicely.
Joey: Thanks.
*Dawson enters the
room and walks up to Joey. She looks very surprised when she sees
him.*
Dawson:
Joey...hey.
*Joey looks around
wildly.*
Joey: Dawson, what
are you doing here?
Dawson: I had to
do some research at the college library but I wanted to give you
my revised draft...hot of the presses.
Joey: Thanks but
I'm in class.
*Dawson moves to
look at her drawing, then he looks at the model.*
Joey: Dawson...
Dawson: She's
n-naked.
Joey: Yeah, okay,
peep show's over now get out or you're going to get me in
trouble.
Teacher: I'm sorry
but this class is closed to wide-eyed visitors, I'm going to have
to ask you to leave.
Dawson: Sorry...
*When he turns to
leave he runs into an easel. He finally gets out the door. We cut
to a picture of the face of the model, who is DEVON (Rachel Leigh
Cook)*
*Cut to Pacey in
Andie's room reading a magazine.*
Pacey: Hey it says
right here that I can have the butt I always wanted in three
weeks.
Andie: Pacey, I've
seen your butt you have nothing to worry about.
*Pacey moves
towards the full-length mirror and starts looking at his own
butt.*
Pacey: You know,
it's no wonder we have such an obsession with the posterior. It's
impossible to get a good sense of one's own butt, you know?
*Andie comes out
of the bathroom attached to her bedroom.*
Andie: Pacey? Are
you checking out your own butt in the mirror?
Pacey: Me? No...
*He quickly goes
back over to the bed and picks up the magazine again while Andie
goes back into the bathroom and takes out her pills and takes
them. A few seconds pass and Pacey gets up to see what Andie's
doing and by then she's done.*
Pacey: I do agree
with you though. This butt *grabs his* belongs in the Hall of
Fame, what do you say?
Andie: Mmm. Nice
try.
*Andie sits down
on her bed while Pacey goes into the bathroom to get a tissue. He
spots a medicine bottle in her trash. He picks it up, and it's
the zanX medicine she had when Pacey saw her in the drug store.
He leaves the bathroom with a confused look on his face. Cut to
Dawson in the college library. From behind the shelf behind
Dawson, we see Devon.*
Devon: See
anything you like?
*Dawson spins
around.*
Dawson: Oh my
God....you're the--
Devon: Model. My
name's Devon.
Dawson: Hi.
Um...Dawson. You must think I'm a total perv.
Devon: Actually, I
was leaning more towards deviant. My psych profesor would say you
were, um, suffering from some sort of latened desire. The need
for someone to watch you...watching.
Dawson:
Well...sorry to disappoint ya. I was just dropping something off
for a friend. It was just an unluck--
Devon: Well,
psych's not my major, anyway.
*She walks away
but Dawson persists.*
Dawson: How do you
do that? Model naked? It's kind of uncomfortable...
Devon: Well,
actually I'm a drama major so I look at it as kind of an acting
exercise. Plus, it helps and the money doesn't suck.
Dawson: So you're
an actress?
Devon: Mm-hm.
Dawson: That's
interesting...I'm, uh, directing a movie.
Devon: Oh, I
didn't know they had a film school here!
Dawson: They
don't. I'm, uh, still in high school.
Devon: And you're
trying to make your first film. That's cute. Good luck.
Dawson: It's my
second film, actually. My first film won the Junior division in
the Boston Film Festival. And they gave me the funds to make my
second effort.
Devon: *not that
enthused* Impressive.
Dawson: You know
what? I'm actually still casting. There's one part I haven't
casted yet...it's one of the leads. We, um, start filming in 2
days. It's kind of a current situation, but, um, I'd love it if
you'd read it.
Devon: And it's
funded by the Boston Film Festival?
Dawson: Yeah,
look, um, I understand your skepticism but...give it a read. The
part of Sammy. My address and phone number are on the front. I'd
love to hear what you think.
Devon: Be careful,
Dawson. Stronger men have been crushed by what I think.
*She walks off.
Dawson stares after her. Cut to Jen's house. Grams walks in with
another boy carrying groceries.*
Jen: Ah, Grams!
You're a God to me. We're in desperate need of snacks for
rehearsal.
Grams: Oh,
Jennifer! This is Tyson Hicks. He was kind enough to help me with
my groceries.
Ty: Uh, it's Ty,
actually. It's great to meet you.
Jen: Nice to meet
you, too, Ty.
Ty: So your
grandmother tells me that you're working on a movie.
Jen:
Yeah...yeah...we're just gearing up to start.
Grams: Jennifer,
Tyson has expressed an interest in helping out with the picture.
Aren't you a little short-staffed?
Jen: Yeah, yeah,
um, do you have any experience working on a film set before?
Ty: Well, um, no,
but I've worked on a bunch of theater productions, and I'm pretty
good with my hands and a fast learner.
Jen: Yeah, that
sounds great. We can use all the help we can get, Ty. Even Grams
has been doing craft service so...
Ty: Great. Well,
you can use me for anything.
Jen: Excellent.
*Cut to Dawson's
room. Pacey and Dawson are moving posters to different locations
around his room.*
Dawson: So you
found a bottle of prescription pills...so what, Pacey? Take a
look in my parent's medicine cabinet. It's a veritible pharmacy.
Pacey: Yeah but
this is zanX, Dawson. Not exactly your typical Saturday night
muscle relaxant. It's for severe anxiety. You've never noticed
Andie being any more high-strung lately, have you?
Dawson: Uh, no,
actually I've been too busy watching her bounce off the walls.
Pacey, if you're worried why don't you ask her about it?
Pacey: Because,
man. I don't want to make the situation any worse. She's already
under enough stress as it is with her family. The way I figure
it, if she wants to open up to me, then she will. But it's also
not really in my nature to just sit by while the girl suffers. I
mean, I want to help but...
Dawson: She's
operating under a lot of stress though, Pacey. The only thing
that you can really do is make sure the time spent with you is as
stress-free as possible. You know, help her have fun.
Pacey: Yeah...
*Pacey turns to
see what Dawson is doing and he's taking the E.T. poster down.*
Pacey: Dawson,
what are you doing, man? We just put the E.T. poster up. Why are
you taking it down?
Dawson: Yeah, but
there...it's not in the shot. Over here, it'll be in the perfect
position.
Pacey: You know, I
understand that we have budgetary restraints but don't you think
telling your life story in your own bedroom is a little perverse?
Even for you?
*Dawson gives him
a look. Cut to Dawson outside, later in the evening setting up a
cardboard TV. Devon walks up.*
Devon: Hey there!
Dawson: Hey! How
are ya?
Devon: Good. I
read your script.
Dawson: You did.
Great...and what did, what did you think?
Devon: I didn't
love it.
Dawson:
*disappointed* Really?
Devon: I mean, all
the angst and the over-analyzing and the hesitancy to act
on...anything. I mean, I really had to search my psyche and call
back my adolescence.
Dawson: Ah, a few
whole years ago.
Devon: Dawson,
there is a vast difference between us. Anyway, the script's a
little heavy-handed and overly rubose.
Dawson: What your
saying is you're not interested.
Devon: What I'm
saying, Dawson, is that I managed to muddle through the $20 words
and psychospeak and get to the core of the Sammy character.
Dawson: I think
what I'm saying is I'm not interested. The more and more I think
about it...you're not right for the part. You're too...small.
Devon: So what
you're saying is because I had an opinion of your script, you're
not going to let me read for the part? Here's the cold, hard
truth, Dawson. If you can't take a little constructive criticism.
You're never going to make it. Good luck in high school. I'm
sorry I wasted my time.
*She starts to
walk off*
Dawson: Wait a
minute! Wait a minute, Devon! I'm sorry. Maybe you're right.
Maybe I overreacted. I mean, you came all the way down here, the
least you should get to do is audition, right? We can read Scene
5...I think it starts on page--
Devon: Actually, I
was thinking we could do Scene 15, more towards the middle.
Dawson: *kind of
taken aback/surprised* Okay...
Devon: K, just,
uh, give me a minute...
Dawson: Sure...
*Devon looks over
the script and acts like she's really focusing. She then walks
over towards Dawson like she's ready.*
Dawson: Okay. *in
character* Sammy, if you could only see yourself through my eyes.
Devon: You know,
for the longest time, I thought that was what I wanted. For the
boy across the creek, my best friend, to see me as beautiful.
*Dawson stares at
her studying her acting, obviously pleased.*
Devon: (cont.) But
this is just...*brings hands to lips* cosmetic enhancement and
hairspray. I'm still the same old Samantha. The girl who resides
on the wrong side of the creek. And if you look closely, Wade,
you'll see. It's just me. *out of character* Is that kind of what
you had in mind?
Dawson: That was
kind of...perfect.
*Devon smiles. Cut
to the S.S. Icehouse the next day. Jack walks by Joey behind the
counter.*
Joey: *to Jack*
Hey, um, I've got to get out of here early because I promised
Dawson that I'd help him with tomorrow's shoot.
Jack: *smiles*
Okay, um, do you think he'll have us working all day?
Joey: Us?
Jack: Yeah,
yeah...Jen said that they were understaffed and she asked me to
help out and Bess said she'd cover my shift so...
Joey: Oh. *pauses*
And how does Dawson feel about this?
*Jack just shrugs
and walks off leaving Joey confused. She grabs a tray and heads
off to one of the tables where Devon is sitting at.*
Joey: Can I get
you something to drink?
*Devon just stares
at her, observing her.*
Joey: Um, are you
ready to order?
Devon: *mocking
her* Are you ready to order?
*Joey is
completely weirded out.*
Joey: Is
everything okay?
Devon: Yeah, um,
I'll have a hamburger, fries, and a Diet Coke.
*As Joey writes
down the order, Devon observes how she writes and starts
mimicking her movements.*
Joey: Um, okay.
I'll be right back with your drink.
*Joey pulls a
piece of hair to tuck it behind her ear and Devon does the same.
Joey is completely perplexed at this by now. She walks back over
to the counter by Jack.*
Joey: Um, Jack,
uh, could you go help that girl out there? She's really weirding
me out.
*Cut to Devon
making some actions with her hand in deep concentration. Jack
comes out with her drink.*
Jack: Here you go.
Devon: Thank you.
Jack: You're
welcome.
*He starts to walk
away but she stops him.*
Devon: Um, excuse
me. Do you know that waitress over there?
*She motions to
Joey*
Jack: Uh, you
could say that.
Devon: Would you
mind telling me everything you know about her?
*Jack's face
falls, perplexed by Devon's curiosity. Cut to Andie's house in
the backyard. Andie is sitting on a porch swing studying when
Pacey enters.*
Pacey: Hey McPhee!
Andie: Hey!
Pacey: How's it
hangin', girl?
Andie: *sighs*
I've been reading this paragraph for the last 20 minutes. I can't
concentrate. I have a ton of homework.
Pacey: Um, listen,
I've been wrestling with whether or not to confront you about
this. Um, I think I'm going to just get it out in the open. Do
you want to talk to me about the pill bottle I saw in your
bathroom the other day?
Andie: It's my
mother's.
Pacey: If you
don't want to talk about it, that's fine, Andie, but don't lie to
me.
Andie: I started
taking it right after Tim died. It helped to even out my mood
swings.
Pacey: Why'd you
feel like you had to hide it from me?
Andie: I don't
know. I guess I was afraid of how you'd react but it doesn't
matter now, anyway. You know, my doctor's not going to refill my
prescription. She said she wants me to try therapy for my stress
but thinking about that makes me just more stressed out so...
Pacey: Well, maybe
therapy isn't such a bad idea. It couldn't hurt.
Andie: Look,
Pacey. I can take care of myself. Don't look so worried! I'm
okay.
Pacey: But if you
weren't okay, you would tell me right?
Andie: Yeah!
*Cut to Dawson at
rehearsal with Devon, Chris, and Jen.*
Dawson: Okay the
scene will open up with a you two on the bed. Sammy you will be
on the left and Wade, you will be on the right. Whatever's
comfortable. It's really casual. *to Jen* Hey! Um, how are ya?
Abby's late again so I want you to read the part of Kim. Enter
from the door here.
Jen:
Um...yeah...okay...yeah...what page are you guys starting from?
Dawson: 17. K, are
you guys ready? And action.
*Everyone is in
their roles. Jen (aka Kim) walks in.*
Jen: Hey guys!
Chris (aka Wade):
Hey!
Devon (aka Sammy):
I thought it was video night.
Chris (aka Wade):
Well, it is. Kim doesn't really know anyone in Creekside so I
just invited her to join us.
Devon (aka Sammy):
Isn't watching movies a little, oh, mundane for someone from the
big city?
Jen (aka Kim):
Listen...if I'm intruding...
Chris (aka Wade):
*gets up and puts arm around Jen* No, no, not at all. The more
the merrier.
Dawson: No. Wait a
minute, wait a minute. Go backwards. Chris the way you're saying
it now it sounds like you're trying to get them into a menage a
trois. I mean, you're interested in Kim, but Sammy's just your
friend. I mean, she's your best friend but just your friend. I
mean, the choices are subtle but they're very specific.
Chris: But Dawson,
it's obvious that Sammy's into me. Am I just supposed to ignore
that?
Dawson: Yeah. I
mean, no, actually. You're not ignoring it. You're just not aware
of it yet.
*Chris still seems
confused.*
Jen: Um, Dawson!
Come here for a second.
*They go over to
the side.*
Dawson: *sighs* I
know I casted a jock but he's got the inside of a warthog.
Jen: I know, okay,
maybe you should let up a little.
*Dawson spots
Joey, who's been watching this whole time.*
Dawson: Joey!
*Devon gets up and
walks towards her, too.*
Dawson: Joey, come
here. There's someone I want you to meet. Devon, this is Joey.
Joey, Devon.
Joey: Yeah...you
came into the Icehouse yesterday.
Devon: Yeah. Now
you know why I was acting so peculiar. I was studying you. It's
just, Dawson told me the character was based off you...
Dawson: You
recognize Devon from art class?
Joey: Oh, yeah.
The clothes threw me at first but you know...
Dawson: Um, I've
got to talk to Chris for a bit, but you two can talk, get to know
each other and you can study her manners.
*Dawson walks off
towards Chris.*
Devon: So anyways,
I was going for a new method approach to Sammy and I was
wondering if you had any character insights for me. I have a
couple dozen questions I want to ask you.
Joey: A few dozen?
Devon: Well, I
think that Sammy and Wade are soulmates who will be forever
connected by an overpowering, transcendent love...what do you
think?
*Joey just stands
there staring at her awkwardly, speechless.*
