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In this episode:
Senior year begins and Pacey finds out that he failed three of his junior year classes. Jen gets dumped by Henry and worse yet, she gets the news from Jack. Pacey panics about his future and tries to hide his failure from Joey. Joey, meanwhile, is worried about how to pay for the ivy league college she hopes to get into, and gets busy wrangling a job at the town's yacht club.
Pacey's big sister Gretchen comes back to Capeside and sets Pacey straight and brightens Dawson's day as well.
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Dawson
Joey Pacey Jen Andie Jack |
James Van Der Beek Katie Holmes Joshua Jackson Michelle Williams Meredith Monroe Kerr Smith |
Grams
Bessie Mitch Gail Gretchen Drue |
Mary Beth Peil Nina Repeta John Wesely Shipp Mary-Margaret Humes Sasha Alexander Mark Matkevich |
Original Airdate: October 11, 2000
Our rating:
[Opening scene: Pacey and Joey are walking on campus and about to enter
the school. They are holding hands and in very good moods]
Pacey: You know, they want to see me in the guidance office after school.
Joey: So?
Pacey: So, do they want to see you in the guidance office after school?
Joey: No.
Pacey: No. See, that right there is a bad sign. It means they're singling
me out already.
Joey: Aw, don't worry, sweetie. They probably want to extend a hand and
let you know that they're there to help you fulfill your destiny as the
world's greatest gas station attendant.
Pacey: Oh, that's cute.
Joey: What, suddenly teasing's out of the question?
Pacey: Oh, no, tease away, you little hussy. But you do raise an
interesting point. I think we should talk about it, now that we're back to
school.
Joey: Talk about what, exactly?
Pacey: Well, uh, mutual wants and needs.
Joey: Did you actually just say that out loud?
Pacey: Like you said, we're a couple now, Potter. And, as a couple, I
think there's a couple things we need to discuss.
Joey: Such as?
[Cuts to Pacey and Joey now in the hallway in the school walking towards a
classroom]
Pacey: Kissing in public.
Joey: Maybe.
Pacey: Maybe?
Joey: Well, if it's of the spontaneous variety.
Pacey: Good lord, woman, you really are a fickle mistress, you know that?
I mean, without kissing, what do we really have left?
Joey: Precious little. We should probably break up.
Pacey: Yeah, well, we had a good run, huh?
[Joey turns around in the hall, right in front of the classroom door and
kisses Pacey. Dawson walks up and needs to get in the classroom they are
in front of kissing.]
Dawson: Mm-hmm. Excuse me.
[Dawson is not pleased. Cuts to opening credits]
[Joey and Andie are walking and talking about working]
Andie: Wow, senior year, then before you know it college.
Joey: Well, if I don't find a job soon, the only thing I have to look
forward to is C.C.C. Capeside Community College.
Andie: Oh. Hey, well, there's always C.Y.C.
Joey: What's that?
Andie: Capeside Yacht Club. My father was just telling me they're looking
for a waitress.
Joey: You're high.
Andie: Ha! Joey, come on, it's the ice house with cute rich boys and way
bigger tips.
Joey: Yeah, and something tells me that the beautiful people would
probably frown upon the applicant whose family name is synonymous with
scandal.
Andie: So make like you're one of them.
Joey: Yeah, right. Ok, here's what you do, if you think the interview's
starting to go south, you drop a name.
Joey: Whose?
Andie: Hmm, well, I would say you could use mine, but, heh, these days
McPhee is synonymous with gay, crazy, and dysfunctional. Hey, how about
the Rosses? They're on the board. Charles, Kate, and son Owen. Oh, my god,
he is so gorgeous, so our age, and so eligible. Oh, and so perfect for me
if i actually cared about those things.
Joey: Ah, but you digress.
Andie: Ok, so, anyway, Joey, where else are you gonna make that kind of
money?
Joey: Well, you know, there is always that strip club on the edge of town.
[Cuts to Dawson heading into the music store when Gretchen stops him. She
is standing right outside the music store at the reality office looking at
houses on their window]
Gretchen: Dawson Leery.
Dawson: Gretchen, hey, what are you doing?
Gretchen: Oh, scouting out some new digs.
Dawson: Mm-hmm.
Gretchen: Until my brother finds a suitable-- and I finger-quote
"partner"-- he's best off living by his lonesome. So looks like I'm gonna
be shacking up with my other equally irritating yet decidedly less anal
brother.
Dawson: That's great. Good luck with that.
[Dawson walks into the store and Grethchen follows]
Gretchen: Listen, this is, of course, none of my business, but I can't
tell you how much it breaks my heart to see once inseparable best friends
so estranged. If there's anything that I can do...[Dawson gives a look of
disinterest] Clearly something you'd rather not talk about. Sorry. My bad.
Dawson: Well, it's ok.
Gretchen: Oh, my god.
Dawson: What?
Gretchen: Dawson, this is the most offensive collection of music I've ever
seen.
Dawson: Precisely. Which is why I'm trading them in.
Gretchen: Yeah, but, Dawson, Vanilla Ice? What were you thinking?
Dawson: I don't know. I was 10! Who has good taste in music
10?
Gretchen: By the time I was 10, I could rattle off the name of every band
on the sub-pop label, and I was telling anybody who would listen that a
guy named Kurt Cobain was about to change the face of music as we knew it.
Dawson: And by the time I was 10, I could rattle off the name of every
cinematographer Steven Spielberg ever worked with. Which somehow isn't
that impressive, is it?
Gretchen: Ok, what else do we have here? Ok, the Grateful Dead. Now,
why--why are you returning this?
Dawson: My parents got me that CD. I just... Wasn't a big fan.
Gretchen: Ok, ok. I can't believe I am standing in front of a teenage guy
whose parents have better taste in music than he does. Shame on you,
Dawson. Shame on you.
[Cut to Jen and Jack in a bedroom. Jen is on her computer and Jack has
just walked into the room with some drinks]
Jack: You gotta be kidding me. That's like the umpteenth time today you've
checked your e-mail.
Jen: You lie. [Jack hands Jen a drink] Thank you.
Jack: I don't know... Every time I went by the computer lab today, I saw
the same bosomy blonde behind the same blueberry Imac.
Jen: All right, all right. I admit it, you're right. Jack, I think it's
clear that Henry has forsaken me for another.
Jack: Give the poor guy some time to get acclimated.
Jen: I don't know, I mean, it's weird. It's--it's becoming a thing.
Jack: What do you mean, a thing?
Jen: A thing, an alarming trend.
Jen: I mean, all summer long there were phone calls, e-mails, I.M.'ing
each other to the point of exhaustion, but now when I go online he's never
there, and when i call he's strangely unavailable. I mean, I'm starting to
feel like I did something wrong.
Jen: Is it possible that I'm not a very good cyber-sex partner?
Jack: I'm sure you're a very generous and giving cyber-lover, Jen.
Computer: You've got mail!
Jen: Who wrote you?
Jack: Um... No one.
[Cut to Joey at the yacht club interviewing for a job with the very snooty
Mrs. Valentine]
Mrs. Valentine: Now, what exactly is an Ice House?
Joey: It's a restaurant. Um, well, it burned down last year.
Mrs. Valentine: Oh, how unfortunate. Sounds like a charming little joint.
Joey: Well, daddy, you know, he thought it was a good idea for me to get
out there and mingle with the little people.
Mrs. Valentine: And exactly what does daddy do, dear?
Joey: Pharmaceuticals. Daddy made his fortune in the pharmaceutical world.
Mrs. Valentine: Oh, well, then, why is it, I wonder, that I don't see the
Potter name on our roster?
Joey: I guess we're just not much of the joining kind.
Mrs. Valentine: Where do you summer, then?
Joey: I spent my summer sailing, actually.
Mrs. Valentine: Oh, well, that sounds lovely. I have to ask: Were you a
deck hand or a stowaway?
Joey: Excuse me, but, um, before I submit to another second of your thinly
veiled bitchery, do you need a waitress or not?
Mrs. Valentine: Hmm. Yes, now that I recall, that position's already been
filled.
Joey: Terrific.
[Joey gets her things and begins to walk out the door]
Joey: Oh, by the way, I'll be sure to tell the Rosses that you said hello.
Mrs. Valentine: Excuse me. You know the Rosses?
Joey: Charlie, Kate, and Owen? Oh, from way back. How do you think I heard
about this position? They're on the board here, aren't they?
Mrs. Valentine: Oh, Miss Potter, I think perhaps... You and I got off on
the wrong foot. Please.
[Cuts to Pacey walking into his guidance counselors office to find Mitch
there]
Pacey: Hey there, Mitch...Ster leery. What are you doing here?
Mitch: OH, just, uh, filling in until they find a new guidance counselor.
Pacey: What'd they do with the old guidance counselor?
Mitch: Right. You mean the one who referred to you fondly as, and I quote,
"one of the most aggressively mediocre students ever to galumph his way
through the halls at Capeside High." Poor man was heard muttering your
name as he stumbled off into early retirement.
Pacey: Poor guy.
Pacey: So, why does this bring me here?
Mitch: Ok, so, here's the deal. They have dumped some of the special
scheduling cases into my lap.
Pacey: What's so special about me? Apart from the obvious, of course.
Mitch: Well, for starters, you seem to lack a certain amount of
classification at the moment.
Pacey: And you seem to lack a certain amount of clarity at the moment.
Mitch: What happened to you this summer?
Pacey: Nothing. I went sailing.
Mitch: Right. But, um, well, from the look of things, you should have been
somewhere else.
Pacey: And where is that exactly?
Mitch: Right here.
Pacey: Here?
Mitch: You should have been in summer school, Pacey.
Pacey: That sounds like a terrible way to spend the summer.
Mitch: Tell me something. Before you took off, did you happen to, oh, look
at your report card?
Pacey: I took off a couple of days after school let out.
Mitch: Well, you know, had you looked, you might have noticed that you
flunked science, history, and English. Three biggies, Pacey.
Pacey: Well, that sucks.
Mitch: Look, Pacey, I don't, uh, really know how to do this, exactly. I've
had the distinct pleasure of watching you grow up. You certainly are one
of the most endearing pests I've ever met. But I'm not your teacher, ok?
I'm not your guidance counselor. I'm just your friend. So, help me out
here, ok? I mean, cut the glibness and just listen to me for a second?
You're in deep trouble here.
Pacey: So what can I do about it?
Mitch: You can take these classes over.
Pacey: When?
Mitch: Every day, after school.
Pacey: Well, I was gonna get a job. I kind of need the money, you know?
Mitch: No, I don't think you're understanding me, Pacey. You're gonna have
to work your ass off this year.
Pacey: And what if I can't do it?
Mitch: No, you can. You just focus.
Pacey: But what if I actually can't?
Mitch: Well, then, come this May, you're gonna watch your friends graduate
without you, start their lives without you. They'll be heading off for
higher education, and you'll be gearing up for another year at Capeside
High. How's that sound, Pacey?
[Cut to Gretchen taking Pacey to a beach house she has found for them to
live in together]
Gretchen: What do you think?
Pacey: I think I hate it.
Gretchen: Well, I think it's charming.
Pacey: Charming? It's like something out of Better Homes & Crap.
Gretchen: Ok, you see crap, I see potential.
Pacey: Well, no, I see potential, too. I see the potential for rats to
gnaw at our extremities while we sleep.
Gretchen: It needs but a fresh coat of paint and a woman's touch.
Pacey: Mm-hmm. And all we need to do is get the word out that the local
crack den has shut down.
Gretchen: Why are you being such a nay-sayer? [they enter the house]
Pacey: Because it becomes me.
Gretchen: Ok, face facts, Pacey. We don't have a lot of money. So that
killer condo that you had your eye on is pretty much out of the question.
But this place, while lacking in many creature comforts, is totally within
our budgetary limitations. And you know what that means?
Pacey: Well, I'm guessing it means we get to split the utilities with the
cock roaches.
Gretchen: No. It means we are going to turn this place into a home, Pacey.
I promise.
Pacey: Yeah, and until then, we just have to get used to brushing our
teeth with brown water.
Gretchen: Ok, you seem to have a particularly nasty case of "first day at
school." Does senior status not bring you any joy whatsoever?
Pacey: You know, it's funny you should mention that, 'cause it turns out,
I'm not exactly a senior.
Gretchen: Oh, yeah? Then what exactly are you?
Pacey: Well, I'm screwed. I'm totally screwed.
Gretchen: Ok, elaborate.
Pacey: Well... It seems as though I managed to fail 3 classes last year.
Yeah. 3. You know, so now I gotta retake those 3 classes and pass all of
this year's classes if I wanna have any hope of graduating.
Gretchen: Ok. Um...
You do it. You know, y-you work really hard this year, and you do it. It's
not that big of a deal. What does Joey think? [Pacey gives her a look, she
realizes he has not told her] You haven't told her? Why?
Pacey: Because Joey is smart, but Pacey is an idiot, and I'm trying not to
make her any more aware of that fact than she already is.
Gretchen: You are not an idiot, Pacey. And something tells me that Joey's
feelings for you are not contingent on your GPA. Listen, I can stand here
and tell you that everything's gonna be ok, but it's gonna sound a lot
better coming from her. So tell her, ok?
[Cuts to Joey in the Yacht Club serving food in the dining room. A young
man sitting at one of her tables tries to get her attention]
Owen Ross: Excuse me. Excuse me?
Joey: May I help you?
Owen Ross: That's up for debate actually.
Joey: Well, as you can see I don't really have a lot of time for verbal
ping-pong.
Owen Ross: Half an hour ago, I dropped down on one knee and begged you for
an iced tea and a club sandwich.
Joey: You're right. I am so sorry.
Owen Ross: Don't worry about it, I know how it is.
Joey: Well, I doubt that.
Owen Ross: Let me guess. The boyfriend bailed when the stick turned blue,
leaving his rusted-out Camaro up on blocks on your lawn, forcing you to
drop out of school and rely on your not-so-reliable alkie mom to watch the
little carpet monkey while you wait tables on your high horse. None of
which is my problem, hon. This is seriously going to cut into your
gratuity.
Owen Ross: [Laughs] oh, come on! Where's your sense of humor? I was
kidding. Well, not kidding actually. More like, uh, conducting an
experiment. My father, who is a world-class cretin, says stuff like that
to the help all the time. And I always think, "what an idiot!" You know? I
mean, they're just gonna go back in the kitchen and spit in his food. Or
worse even.
Joey: Fancy that. Would you excuse me while I go check on your order?
Owen Ross: You would, wouldn't you?
Joey: Would what?
Owen Ross: Spit in my food.
Joey: Or worse even.
Owen Ross: See I knew it! You strike me as very much in touch with your
dark side. Thank you for your candor.
Joey: Oh, my pleasure.
Owen Ross: First day on the job, huh?
Joey: Yes.
Owen Ross: And, uh, how much do you hate them already?
Joey: Who?
Owen Ross: The superficial snobs laying down huge sums for the privilege
of frolicking in the presence of other members of their tribe. Creeps.
Joey: Wow. Cue the violins. You know, nothing tugs the heartstrings like
the anguished cry of a poor little rich boy. Would you sign, please?
Owen Ross: Sure.
[He signs the ticket and hands it back to Joey. Joey looks at the ticket
and sees that his name is Owen Ross, the son of the family she supposedly
knew to get this job, her face turns pale]
Owen Ross: Something wrong?
Joey: Your order will be right up.
[Cut to Dawson sitting on his bed listening to his portable CD player.
Mitch enters his room]
Dawson: Hey.
Mitch: Do I detect something vaguely of my generation?
Dawson: Yeah. I've been giving that Grateful Dead album you and mom gave
me a second chance. I don't get it. I still don't have the slightest
inclination to drop acid or start using hemp products or incorporate
anything remotely tie-dyed into my wardrobe.
Mitch: Well, Dawson... The Dead were a phenomenon to be experienced live.
Thousands of nomadic fans, the endless jams... That's never gonna come
through those headphones.
Dawson: Do you ever just get the feeling that you and mom are maybe a
little cooler than I am?
Mitch: It's a burden, but we cope.
Dawson: Good to know.
Mitch: I saw Pacey at school today.
Dawson: Oh, yeah? Me, too.
Mitch: I had to sit down with him about his schedule this year.
Dawson: Uh-huh.
Mitch: He's in trouble, Dawson.
Dawson: And that concerns me how?
Mitch: Well, look, I know that Pacey isn't your favorite person right now,
but trust me, you're not always going to feel like that.
Dawson: I don't know, dad. I can maybe see this one standing the test of
time.
Mitch: Hear me out. Pacey has gotten himself in some real academic
trouble. Without the support of his friends, he might not graduate high
school.
Dawson: Well, what do you expect me to do about it?
Mitch: I don't know. But I've always taken pride in the fact my son is
someone his friends can turn to when they need him.
Dawson: Ok, dad, I... I realize this might seem a little hyper-dramatic
from the cool, calm perspective of an adult, but this is my world, ok? My
life. My quote-unquote best friend pursued a relationship with a girl that
I've loved in one way or another for as long as I can remember. And that
hurts so much that sometimes I can't sit still.
Dawson: Now, I think I've done a pretty good job of trying to move
forward, but that doesn't mean that Pacey gets to go on reaping the
benefits of my friendship. All right? He's on his own. I can't help him.
Mitch: Well, maybe you know someone who can.
[Cuts to Jack and Andie talking in Andie's room]
Andie: You're kidding me. He wants to break up with her?
Jack: Well, he said he wants to take a break.
Andie: After all that? After doggedly pursuing her for an entire school
year, after scores of grand romantic gestures, after behavior that clearly
licensed professionals would call stalking, he wants to take a break?
Jack: Yeah, well, look. He's at a new school, girls are flirting with him,
and he's confused. Henry's a great guy but, you know, he's 16.
Andie: Guys are maddening creatures.
Jack: Heh! Tell me about it.
Andie: So what did you tell him?
Jack: I said I'd talk to her.
Andie: Hmm, no. Jack, I don't think that's a good idea. In fact, it
borders on the terrible.
Jack: Why?
Andie: Because whatever is between Jen and Henry is firmly and clearly
between Jen and Henry. And besides, if a guy was gonna break up with
me--god! I would hope that he would be big enough to do it on his own
instead of sending an intermediary in.
[Cuts to Joey and Pacey sitting on the boat eating pizza, it's dark out]
Joey: So glad we could make reservations. You know, personally I find the
food leaves a little something to be desired, but...Gotta love the
atmosphere.
Joey: [Song playing on radio] So, how was your day, honey?
Pacey: Oh, it was just swell.
Joey: I think you're just a little grumpy because we're not in the middle
of the Atlantic anymore.
Pacey: Hey, look, I could have this baby packed up and ready to go in
about 15 minutes. You just gotta give me the word. I guarantee all this
school stuff will still be here when we get back. Root beer?
Joey: No thanks.
Joey: Our summer at sea was an exceptionally lovely then, but this is now.
It's our senior year. Do you have any idea what that means?
Pacey: Well, if I had a car I guess I could park it in the senior lot.
That'd be pretty cool.
Joey: Read my lips, Pace. One more year. Then no more classes, no more
books--
Pacey: no more Dawson's dirty looks?
Joey: Ahem. So what was that whole guidance counselor office thing about
anyway?
Pacey: You know what? Can we just for tonight pretend like we're one of
those couples that can consume a meal in blissfully dysfunctional silence?
Joey: Ok. [Pacey hands her a drink] Thanks. Well, do you wanna hear about
my new job?
Pacey: What new job?
Joey: You're looking at Capeside Yacht Club's newest serving wench.
Pacey: Congratulations.
Joey: Don't sound too excited for me there, Pacey.
Pacey: Well, I didn't know you were so fixated on getting a job.
Joey: Well, yeah. I mean, you of all people should know how badly I need
to make the extra money. I mean, without it, I'm doomed to roam the
streets of Capeside for eternity, which is unacceptable. , I'm-- I'm not
ending up some townie.
Pacey: [Chuckles] when did you become a snob, Ms. Potter?
Joey: What are you talking about?
Pacey: Well, what's wrong with being a townie?
Joey: Well, nothing--
Pacey: No, honestly. If someone lives in the same place their whole life,
that somehow makes them a bad person?
Joey: No, of course not.
Pacey: What if I was to become a townie? You're not that kind of perrson.
Pacey: Whoa! I didn't ask what type of person I was, I said, what if I
became a townie? Would that somehow make me less desirable to you? [Joey
doesn't answer] Guess that's my answer.
Joey: What's going on with you?
Pacey: Nothing.
Joey: So why are you trying to pick a fight with me all of a sudden?
Pacey: I'm not trying to pick a fight with you.
Joey: Yes, you are. I mean, something is going on with you, and you
obviously don't want to talk about it, which is fine, ok? I understand
that. But, I mean, please don't sit here and-- and try to pick some random
fight with me just to make yourself feel better.
[Both have looks of disgust on their faces and continue eating in silence.
Break to commercial]
[Cut to Dawson sitting in a class at school. The teacher is calling out
names as students are entering for roll call. The seat next to Dawson is
still empty.]
Teacher: Wagner? Girl: Here. Wilson? Boy: Present. Witter? Witter? Young?
Girl: Here.
[Dawson looks disappointed when he realizes Pacey is not coming to class]
[Cut to Joey at the Yacht Club. She is serving drinks and food out on the
porch overlooking the lawn area. They same young man from before is
sitting out there]
Joey: Can I get you anything else?
Owen Ross: OK, Weird girl, what gives?
Joey: What do you mean?
Owen Ross: First of all, you haven't let my iced tea get past the halfway
mark all afternoon, second, you've been smiling and hovering like some
kind of mental patient, and worst of all, you totally dropped that whole
snappy sarcasm thing you had working for you yesterday.
Joey: I'm just trying to do my job.
Owen Ross: Yeah, well, at least yesterday you were entertaining. Today,
you're just creeping me out.
Owen Ross: Hey, sit down for a second.
Joey: Why?
Owen Ross: I want you to see something. [He has her look out at the people
talking on the lawn]
Joey: What am I looking at? [He points to a man standing on the lawn
chatting with a couple]
Owen Ross: Ok, what do you see?
Joey: A guy in a polo shirt trading stock tips with Mr. And Mrs. Dull
normal?
Owen Ross: Pretty boring, huh?
Joey: Sure.
Owen Ross: What if I told you that polo shirt guy has thrice weekly motel
room meetings with Mrs. Dull Normal?
Joey: Really?
Owen Ross: Mm-hmm.
Joey: Does Mr. Dull normal know?
Owen Ross: Of course not. He's too busy acting out his own mid-life crisis
with the poor man's Pamela Anderson over there.[The woman has huge
breasts]
Joey: Are those real?
Owen Ross: Hardly. Her silicon valley is the work of that gentleman over
yonder, Capeside's own Dr. Liposuction, who is a creep of the highest
degree. And that one? She is the worst of them all. [He is now referring
to the woman who hired Joey, Mrs. Valentine] Once upon a time, she was
married to one of the beautiful people, this, uh, New York City rainmaker
who-- well, as these things tend to go-- eventually traded her in for a
younger model. Divorce followed quickly thereafter, which came as a real
nasty shock to the system, because the poor gal got nice and used to the
money. So, she packed up the kid and got herself a job where she could be
around the fortune 500 set all day long. And now she's the next best
thing... Rich by association.
Joey: Wow.
Joey: No wonder she's such a bitch. How do you know all this stuff?
Owen Ross: Hang around this place long enough, you absorb a lot of useless
information. It's so funny. These people... All the money in the world and
not an ounce of class.
[Cuts to the docks at night where Jack is leaning against the dock
railing. Jen walks up.]
Jen: [Crickets chirping] What's happening, gorgeous?
Jack: Hey.
Jen: So, you rang, I ran. What's up?
Jack: I don't know. Sit and talk to me.
Jen: Here?!
Jack: Yeah, why not?
Jen: It's just-- it's kinda romantic, don't you think[laughing]? Jack, are
you thinking about a crossover episode? Because if so, now's bad timing.
I's a taken woman.
Jack: Any word from Henry?
Jen: No. No, but, you know, I was thinking about what you said the other
day, and you're right. I'm just gonna give him some time, let him settle
in, then we'll talk and things will be fine.
Jack: Yeah. You know, let me ask you something. W-what if, uh, what if
things went the other way?
Jen: What other way?
Jack: You know, what if you guys talked and things weren't fine?
Jen: And why would that be?
Jack: Well, I'm just saying, you know, have you thought about the
possibility of things not working out?
Jen: Where's this stuff coming from?
Jack: Heh! Nowhere. Forget it. I'm sorry, forget it. Tell you what, let's
get some dinner. All right? Come on.
Jen: Jack? Have you talked to Henry?
Jack: Yes.
Jen: [Clears throat] all right, what the hell's going on?
Jack: Look, I'm just worried about you, Jen.
Jen: He asked you to talk to me, didn't he?
Jack: No, n-no, he
Jen: Jack, is Henry breaking up with me?
Jack: I--I don't-- you know
Jen: he's lying to you, and you're lying to me.
Jack: No, Jen, come on.
Jen: Just leave me alone.
[Jen walks away angry]
[Cut to Joey at her house. The doorbell rings and Joey answers it]
Joey: [Drings] I got it!
Dawson: Hey.
Joey: Hey.
Dawson: It's not too late, I hope.
Joey: Oh, not at all, of course not. Come on in.
Dawson: Ok. I--I wanted to return these.
Joey: You're kidding me, right?
Dawson: No. No, I--I was going through my, uh, CD collection, trying to
weed out some of the more embarrassing reminders of my callow youth, and I
came across your Counting Crows collection.
Joey: Dawson, you borrowed those, like, 3 years ago.
Dawson: Yeah, I know. I apologize for my appalling lack of etiquette. Uh,
um? Uh...No. I, uh... So I should go.
Joey: Why?
Dawson: Because it's none of my business.
Joey: What is it?
Dawson: Pacey.
Joey: Ok, you're gonna have to start making some sense here, Dawson.
Dawson: You know, just-- just talk to Pacey, ok?
Joey: About?
Dawson: About school. He's in trouble.
Joey: What are you talking about?
Dawson: Well, he didn't show up for school today. And if he's not careful,
he's gonna flunk out.
Dawson: And I can't for the life of me figure out why I should even care
about this, but... I'm here, and if there's anyone who can help him out
it's you, so
Joey: Well, no offense, Dawson, but if Pacey was in such dire straits,
don't you think I would know about it?
Dawson: No, I don't.
Joey: Why?
Dawson: Don't you get it, Jo?
Dawson: When you love someone, you want her to be proud of you, you want
her to think there's nothing in the world that you're incapable of. And
the thought of disappointing her is-- it's crippling.[Long pause as the
look at each other then Joey looks down]
Dawson: Good night.
[Pause and then Dawson leaves. Joey has a baffled look on her face]
[Cut to Pacey's new beach house, Joey shows up there]
Gretchen: There he is. Try not to bruise him.
Pacey: Hey, there's my girl.
Joey: [very upset]Why weren't you in school today? Why are you suddenly in
danger of flunking out?
Joey: Why do I have to hear about it from Dawson? Why does Dawson know
more about your life right now than I do, Pacey?
Pacey: Well, because apparently Leery senior has a very big mouth. And,
oh, how I bet junior loved being on the receiving end of that news.
Joey: Can we just stick to the point, please?
Pacey: No, honestly, I'm sure he loved hearing that, you know? Now he's
salivating. The guy gets to swoop in on his soul-mate with a big fat "I
told you so."
Joey: Are you delusional? Dawson has zero to do with this, Pacey.
Pacey: Yeah, sure.
Joey: Do you have any idea how insulting it is to know that I come up last
on your list of people to contact in case of an emergency?
Pacey: Jo, this is not that big a deal, you know? I'm handling it.
Joey: And how does cutting school translate into ,"handling it," Pacey?
Why does this even surprise me?
Pacey: What exactly is that supposed to mean?
Joey: Exactly what I said. This is how you deal with everything. You run
away. You take the easy way out every time.
Pacey: Well, I guess that's why I'm such a loser.
Joey: You know, you're not a loser, Pacey. I didn't spend my summer with a
loser, you know, building what I thought was an incredible foundation for
a relationship. I thought that we were a great team. It turns out I guess
I couldn't have been more wrong.
[Joey leaves upset and Pacey is not very happy either. Cut to commercial]
[Cut to the beach house. Pacey is laying down on the couch and Gretchen
approaches]
Gretchen: I want you to get up, take a shower, button up your best bowling
shirt, and go and apologize to that girlfriend of yours.
Pacey: Do you think maybe you could just leave me alone?
Gretchen: Pacey, this girl is a keeper and I cannot in good conscience
allow you to blow it because you're scared.
Pacey: What are you talking about? I'm not scared!
Gretchen: Like a little girl.
Pacey: Oh, what do you know?
Gretchen: And if you're not careful, you are gonna sabotage this
relationship before it has a chance to become something.
Pacey: I'm gonna sabotage it, huh? Hmm. Methinks you've been watching to
much Oprah.
Gretchen: I am serious, Pacey.
Pacey: Well, what do you expect? You know, I've had to listen in stereo
all my life to my brother and my father telling me how stupid I am. How
can I help not feeling like a moron sometimes?
Gretchen: You're right, they're jerks. Both of them, you know. But get
over it already. I mean, Dad and Doug have so many problems between them
you should just throw them a huge pity party. And they're not your
problem.
Pacey: Oh, please tell me, great oracle of Capeside, who is?
Gretchen: Your problem is Dawson. Don't tell me you don't hear him. You
know, whispering in your ear, telling you that you're not good enough. But
he's just a ghost, Pace. She picked you, and now you have to deal with it.
[Cut to Joey entering Mrs. Valentine's office at the Yacht Club]
Joey: You wanted to see me?
Mrs. Valentine: Have a seat, Ms. Potter. I was going over yesterday's
receipts, and I noticed that a couple of them were signed by Owen Ross.
Joey: Right.
Mrs. Valentine: Thought you said you were a good friend of the family?
Joey: I am.
Mrs. Valentine: Well, if you're such a good friend, wouldn't you know he
and his family are in Paris until after the first of the year?
Joey: But that doesn't make any sense.
Mrs. Valentine: No, it doesn't.
Joey: Mrs. Valentine, he was here. I served him.
Joey: He was very rude.
Mrs. Valentine: Yeah. I'm not sure this is going to work out, Ms. Potter.
[The young man Joey thinks is Owen Ross enters the room]
Drue Valentine: Actually, Mom, the Ross kid was here.
Mrs. Valentine: Drue, honey, I'm right in the middle of something here.
Drue Valentine: Gotcha, mom, but, uh, maybe you didn't hear what I said.
Owen Ross... He, uh, was here. Saw him, own 2 eyes. And I saw Joey here
waiting on him, and I think you might want to commend her for the way she
handled him because that guy, he can be real high maintenance.
[Cuts to Drue on a boat washing it off. Joey approaches him]
Joey: What just happened in there?
Drue Valentine: Hey, could you watch your tone, please? I think I just
saved your job.
Joey: Who the hell are you?
Drue Valentine: Drue. Drue Valentine.
Joey: Mrs. Valentine... That's your mom?
Drue Valentine: Hey, you pick up quick.
Joey: But you said all that horrible stuff about her.
Drue Valentine: Which doesn't make it any less true.
Joey: You lied to me.
Drue Valentine: Correction. I was playing with you.
Joey: Why?
Drue Valentine: It was fun. My mom told me about the new girl, the one who
was a friend of the Rosses.
Drue Valentine: I took one look at you and knew that you lied your way
into the job. Which I totally dig about you, by the way.
Joey: You're a freak.
Drue Valentine: Ok, all right, so I'm not who I said I was. Big deal. I'm
actually a lot more fun.
[Cut to Dawson and Joey talking on the dock]
Dawson: It's ok to be hurt, Jen.
Jen: I'm not hurt, Dawson. It's just that only real boyfriend that I ever
had enlisted the help of my best friend to dump me, and... You know, I'm--
and I'm just angry.
Dawson: Take it from somebody who spent the better part of last spring
angry at the world.
Dawson: [Sighs] it's not worth it. I mean, it might numb the pain a little
bit, but it's basically just a distraction.
Dawson: [Exhales deeply] I don't know. Point is, if you do it right, Jen,
loving someone's gonna hurt. And the sooner you let yourself feel that,
the sooner you'll be able to love again.
Jen: Dawson, I really don't need one of your sappy self-help seminars
right now.
Dawson: Just trying to repay a favor.
Jen: Oh, what?
Dawson: You've been sage to my simpleton more times than I care to count.
Jen: God, why didn't just throw me into oncoming traffic?
Dawson: You know, because you helped me through the worst of times. I've
really learned a lot from you, Jen.
Jen: Really? Like how to downward spiral your way into adulthood?
Dawson: [Laughing] no! No, you didn't. You're the one who taught me that
love can suck. Things change, passions fade, partners come and go. But
that through it all, one thing remains sacred, and that's friendship.
Dawson: It's true because... I mean... God, without you guys this summer,
this would have been a huge black hole of depression for me.
Jen: Do you have to be so damned earnest? It's disgusting really. I mean,
it makes me wanna drown you in the creek.
Dawson: Oh, it's part of my charm. Funny thing about friends. Sometimes
they bring you the worst of news, but it's always best of intentions.
[Jacks appraoches them on the dock]
Dawson: Jack.
Jack: Hey.
Dawson: Thank god. Take her off my hands for a while?
Jack: Sure.
Dawson: I'll see you around.
[Dawson leaves them alone]
Jack: Hey.
Jen: [Laughs] all right, I--I think I owe you a fairly huge apology.
Jack: Ok, that was supposed to be my line.
Jen: You're sorry, I'm sorry, somebody's always sorry. I mean,
relationships are just one big sorry after another, culminating in a big
final messy sorry.
Jack: Sounds like someone's drowning herself in an economy-sized vat of
self-pity.
Jen: Come on, Jack. Aren't the recently dumped allowed to wallow just a
bit?
Jack: I'm really sorry, Jen.
Jen: Me, too. I'm... Sorry for killing the messenger. I just didn't need
you to be one to give me the bad news. I needed you to be my shoulder.
Jack: Come here. [Jack pulls her in for a hug]Better late than never?
[Cut to Joey sitting on the dock at night by the boats. Pacey
approaches.]
Pacey: Hey, there's my girl. You're not liking me so much right now, are
you?
Joey: Not so much, no.
Pacey: So, you know, I'm talking to my sister, and she says to me, "that's
actually not such a bad idea to discuss your problems with your
girlfriend."
Joey: Nice to know someone in the Witter family can boast a brain cell or
two.
Pacey: You're not gonna make this easy on me, are you? Ok. So where do I
start?
Joey: Wherever you want.
Pacey: Well, I should probably just start first by saying that you,
Josephine Potter, have just wrecked me. In the best possible way, you have
absolutely wrecked me. Because, you see, I fell in love with you knowing
that there was never any possibility of being with you, knowing full well
that a sizeable chunk of your heart would... Always be wrapped up in our
friend Dawson. And that much was actually ok with me, right up until the
point that you chose me.
Pacey: Cause then you just turned everything on its head. Then I got
everything that I wanted, and from that day forward I've just been a
wreck. Why? Because... Now all I can do is just wait for the other shoe to
drop. You know, just wait for you to realize what a big mistake you've
made. Wait for you to realize that I'm just gonna be a big disappointment.
And just wait for you to realize that-- that Dawson is the guy that you
want to be with.
Joey: Pacey, what does Dawson have to do with you screwing up at school?
Pacey: Well, nothing and everything. Dawson Leery would...Never have
screwed up like I did, Jo. It just wouldn't have happened. You know that.
Joey: You're right. Do you know what else Dawson would never do? He would
never inspire me to run away with him for the summer. It just wouldn't
happen, and you know that. We had a magic summer, Pacey. I mean, we shared
something that I'm gonna remember for the rest of my life. I mean, don't
you see? We're creating our own history here. A history that has nothing
to do with Dawson.
Pacey: That's a nice way of looking at it.
Joey: Yeah. But, you know, this is-- this is where it gets rough.
Pacey: What do you mean?
Joey: We spent 3 months on the sea, but... We didn't even come close to
weathering the storm. We ran away. We made our own reality and... It was
so wonderful.
Pacey: But it couldn't last forever.
Joey: Nor should it.
Pacey: Heh.
Joey: Pacey, it isn't about a romantic 3-month cruise. It's gonna be the
details that define us. You know, like... The moments.
Pacey: Ok. Joey...I am... Really scared. Um... I think that I screwed up
and I'm gonna flunk out of high school.
Pacey: So I need your help um...Really badly.
Joey: That's all you needed to say, Pace.
Pacey: Heh! Oh, easy for you to say.
Joey: Oh, but, whatever it takes, we're gonna fix it. You know, I mean,
everything's gonna be ok.
Pacey: How can you be sure?
Joey: I'm not going anywhere without you.
[They share a nice long kiss]
Pacey: Potter?
Joey: Yeah?
Pacey: How come you're so much smarter than I am?
Joey: I'm not that much smarter, Pace. You just happen to be a little
emotionally retarded.
Pacey: Is that it?
Joey: Yeah!
Pacey: Oh, that's such a load off my mind. Let's go make out some more.
[Pacey grabs Joey's hand and pulls her up. Cut to them walking up the
pier]
Joey: Sounds romantic.
Pacey: Well, you're far too cynical for my romantic overtures.
Joey: Doesn't mean you don't earn points for trying.
Pacey: Oh, come on. You love me.
Joey: And you bug me.
[Ends with them walking and embracing]
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