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Episode 219, "Rest in Peace"
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CAST
James Van Der Beek....Dawson Leery----------Evelyn "Grams" Ryan...Mary Beth Peil
Kaite
Holmes..........Joey Potter---------- Gareth Williams.......Mike Potter
Joshua Jackson........Pacey Witter----------Gail Leery............Mary-Margaret Humes
Michelle Williams.....Jen Lindley-----------Mitch Leery...........John Wesely Shipp
Meredith Monroe.......Andie McPhee----------Abby Morgan...........Monica Keena
Kerr Smith............Jack McPhee
This episode
was written by Mike White and directed by David Semel. It
orignally aired on
May 5, 1999 and was rated TV-14.
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(Outside
Dawson's house -- Joey and Dawson are walking back from the
wedding.)
Joey: (laughing) Dawson...
(He laughs and they kiss, heading towards the ladder.)
Joey: 'K, are you sure this is a good idea?
Dawson: Jo, don't analyze this, okay?
(They kiss again.)
Joey: Right, don't analyze.
Dawson: We don't need to discuss this.
(They kiss again at the foot of the ladder, this time longer and
more passionately.)
Dawson: K? Let's go upstairs.
Joey: (smiles) Okay.
(She starts climbing the ladder and Dawson stares up after her
smiling. Cut to Joey climbing through his window and Dawson
following, kissing and giggling the whole way, oblivious to Jen
sitting on the bed. Dawson starts kissing Joey's neck and she
notices her.)
Dawson: Jen?
Joey: What's wrong?
Jen: (mumbling..almost deliriously) Abby...and I were on the dock
and ....and we were up there ...and we...we were drinking ...and
she ...fell back and hit her head ...and she ...she drowned.
(pauses) Abby's dead.
(Joey is shocked, as well as Dawson, and she goes and sits next
to Jen on the bed and puts her arm around her as Jen starts
crying.)
(OPENING
CREDITS)
(Cut to Joey looking through an old photo album of pictures of
her with her mother. She has a tear rolling down her face. Her
dad walks out.)
Mr.Potter: (looking at the pictures) Seems like a lifetime ago.
Your mother loved that dress. I told her to take it back, too
expensive. She went out and bought two of em just like it just
despite me.
(Joey cracks a small smile.)
Mr.Potter: That was your mother. Why are you looking at this?
Joey: This girl at my school died on Saturday night. She drowned.
Mr.Potter: Joey, that's terrible. Were you two close?
Joey: No, not particularly. She was sort of a nightmare. But
it's, uh, sort of got me thinking...remembering.
Mr.Potter: Joey, we, uh, never really talked about your mother or
her death...
Joey: (obviously avoiding) Well, uh, it's getting late and I have
to be getting to school so...
(She gets up and takes her cup back into the kitchen and grabs
her bag. Cut to Capeside High. Jen's walking through the hallway
to her locker and everybody's staring at her. Cut to a group of
kids sitting in a circle around a counselor. Pacey, Andie, Jack,
and Jen are included.)
Counselor: Hi, my name is Elizabeth, and I'm a grief counselor.
I'm here to facilitate a discussion about Abby. I know you've all
be dealt a heavy blow, but by sharing your feelings with each
other, it could aid in the long, and difficult, process we call
grieving.
(Pacey's biting his nails, obviously unconcerned about the whole
thing as Andie stares around the room and Jack just looks bored.)
Girl: I'd like to make an announcement. The Girls' Service League
is distributing yellow arm bands that we're wearing in Abby's
memory. If anyone would like an arm band, please meet me in the
cafeteria at lunchtime.
(Jen just laughs unbelievably at the concern. Jack scratches his
nose.)
Counselor: Jennifer. I was told that you were a close friend of
Abigail's. Would you like to talk about some of the feelings your
experiencing?
Jen: No.
Counselor: That's perfectly okay. I understand. Andie? Did you
know Abigail?
Andie: Yeah, I did.
Counselor: Can you talk about your feelings?
Andie: Well, um...I guess I'm feeling shocked. I mean she was so
incredibly alive and she had such a great spirit. It's-it's
really a tragedy.
(Jen is disgusted by these fake feelings of concern so she grabs
her things and storms out.)
Counselor: Jennifer?
(Cut to the cafeteria. Dawson is watching the girl hand out the
yellow arm bands.)
Girl: Thank you so much for honoring Abby's memory.
(Joey comes over.)
Joey: Hey.
Dawson: (smiles) Hey.
Joey: Listen, I know we have a lot to talk about concerning the
other night but..
Dawson: Listen, Joey, could we just not ...go there...right now?
Because I mean there's ...a lot going on and we can analyze this
to death later just...
Joey: Right. (Joey kind of looks around and scoots in closer.)
Dawson, the truth is, I never really liked Abby.
Dawson: Ditto.
Joey: I actually despised her.
Dawson: It's weird. I mean, Abby was weird, that she died was
weird, the way she died was weird. I can't even imagine what the
funeral's going to be like.
Joey: I'm not going.
Dawson: You're not?
Joey: The last funeral I went to was my mom's. I mean, I haven't
even gone to her gravesite. I think going to Abby's funeral would
just open this Pandora's Box of emotions that, frankly, I'd
rather keep sealed tight.
Dawson: (tentatively) Joey...your mother died three years ago. If
you have these feelings you haven't dealt with, how long were you
planning on waiting?
Joey: I don't know. I guess I'm just...there's a part of me
that's still holding on. That little girl inside is just waiting
for her return. You know, that her death was just some cosmic
error and eventually, God will realize he made a terrible mistake
and he'll send her back to me like he did my dad. And ...(smiles)
I'll have my mom again. (looks at Dawson) I know it sounds
ridiculous.
Dawson: No, no, it's-no. But, I mean, that's a child's false
hope. Eventually, you're going to have to let it go.
Joey: Yeah, but I don't want to let it go. (pauses) You don't
know what it's like, Dawson.
(Cut to Jen, in the bathroom, splashing water on her
makeup-stained face. Andie enters.)
Andie: Um, Jen? I've been looking all over for you. You just
stormed out of class. Are you okay?
Jen: If dealing with Abby's death isn't hard enough, but to watch
everybody parade around like Abby was their best friend, it's
sickening. Aside from me, Abby didn't have a single friend in
Capeside.
Andie: That's because she was a--(stops herself)
Jen: A bitch! Come on, Andie, say it! Abby was a bitch.
Andie: Well, I wouldn't go that far...
Jen: Yeah, well, you would've three days ago, but now that she's
dead you wax poetic about her great spirit. It's so insincere!
Andie: Well, I don't think it's appropriate to maline her
character after she's gone!
Jen: It isn't malining if it's true! Believe me, it would have
been easier for everybody if Abby had just been this wonderful
person with this virtuous qualities but she wasn't! She was mean!
And the least we can do is acknowledge who she really was.
(Jen exits out the bathroom, Andie follows.)
Andie: Jen, listen, I know this must be hard for you.
Jen: And I am so sick and tired of people treating me like I'm
some kind of celebrity just because I happened to be at the scene
of the crime. It's funny. Abby spent her entire life shattering
our fragile egos and that's why people disliked her so intensely.
Leave it to Abby. Even in her death she's still exposing
hypocrisy.
Andie: Well, I feel bad but I always tried to reach out to her
and everytime she rejected me.
Jen: She rejected you?! If you hadn't rejected her at the
wedding, none of this ever would have happened!
Andie: What?
Jen: You kicked us out of the wedding, Andie. That's why we were
at the docks in the first place.
Andie: (slowly) Don't say that.
Jen: I'm sorry, okay? I can't--I've got to go home.
(She leaves down the hall. Cut to Dawson coming in his front
door, he spots his mom coming down the stairs.)
Dawson: Hey!
Gail: Hi honey! So...how was school?
Dawson: Weird. Everybody's playing the beautiful mourners but
underneath there's this weird sense they're all munchkins finally
freed from the spell of the wicked witch of the east. (Kristin's
note: Wasn't it the wicked witch of the west?)
Gail: Well, honey, I know you're dealing with a lot right now,
but I have some news I need to share with you.
Dawson: You sound serious.
Gail: No, no, no, it's not bad news. It's good news. Remember the
piece I did on the teenage girls?
Dawson: Yeah.
Gail: Well, I won the Peil Vision Award for Excellence for News
Broadcasting.
(Dawson hugs her.)
Dawson: That's incredible, Mom! Congratulations!
Gail: Oh, but that's not the news. The news is that because of
the award, I've been offered a job as network correspondent. It's
a lot of money, it's high profile, it's...in Philadelphia.
(Dawson's face drops.)
Dawson: Oh. Are you going to take it?
Gail: Well, professionally, it's a huge leap for me. It's what
I've always worked for.
Dawson: But I don't want to move to Philadelphia...
Gail: Oh, I completely understand that. You're halfway through
high school. No, I do not want to uproot you. If I took the job,
I assume your father would move back in and I would come home as
often as I could...
Dawson: S-So what about you and Dad? Are you guys just throwing
in the towel?
Gail: Well, that's the last thing I want, but I'm hitting my head
up against the wall here, honey. Your father doesn't seem to have
any interest in making things work. So if I walk away from this
career opportunity, and I lose this marriage, what do I have?
Dawson: You still have me.
(She smiles. Cut to Grams walking in to Jen's room where Jen's
lying on her bed wrapped in a blanket.)
Grams: Jennifer, I'm worried about you.
Jen: Don't be. I'm just tired.
Grams: You know, I can't say I was particularly fond of your
friend, Abby. I always had the distinct impression that she was
mocking me.
(Jen smiles.)
Grams: She was, wasn't she?
Jen: Don't take it personally, Grams. Abby was mocking everyone.
Grams: But she was your friend. It's so hard to understand why
God would take someone so young...with so much left to learn, so
much left to live. It really tests one's faith.
Jen: Yeah, well, maybe I didn't have any faith to begin with.
Grams: Well, rest assured, God may work in mysterious ways but He
has a plan.
Jen: Well, if God had a plan for Abby, she certainly wasn't
following it.
Grams: God has a plan for everybody, including Abby. Including
you.
Jen: Grams, I really don't want to have a religious discussion
right now.
Grams: It's times like this that--
Jen: Grams, please! Okay?
Grams: Alright, but...I'm here for you. Whenever you need me.
(Cut to Pacey and Andie in a deli-like restaurant.)
Pacey: I can't believe Jen would accuse you of being responsible.
She was drunk, she fell, she drowned. End of story. It was
nobody's fault, least of all, yours.
Andie: Yeah, but ...I was so mean to her.
Pacey: Oh, come on, you've got to be kidding me! (to cashier)
Thanks! (to Andie) Abby Morgan was one of the most hideous
creatures to ever haunt the streets of Capeside and you bent over
backwards to befriend her. You really shouldn't be taking this
that hard, Andie.
Andie: Don't tell me how I should be feeling. If I'm upset, then
I'm upset. If I feel guilty, then I feel guilty. I think those
are perfectly valid feelings.
Pacey: You're right, I'm sorry. I just don't like seeing you like
this, okay?
(Two women walk by their table. Once they're out of earshot...)
Andie: Oh, God, Pacey. Don't look now, but Abby's mother just
walked in.
(Abby's mother turns and spots Andie and walks towards her.)
Abby's mother: Don't I know you?
Andie: Yes, Mrs. Morgan, I'm Andie McPhee. You drove me home
once.
Abby's mother: Oh, that's right. You're a friend of Abby's. She
talked a lot about you.
(Andie looks at Pacey, confused.)
Andie: She did? Oh, Mrs. Morgan, I am so sorry about what
happened.
Abby's mother: Will you be coming to the funeral?
Andie: Oh, of course...of course I will.
Abby's mother: You know, no one's offered to give a eulogy...and
I'm not really familiar with any of her other school friends, you
will be saying a few words about her, won't you?
Andie: What?
Abby's mother: Since she was so fond of you.
Andie: Sure...sure...
Abby's mother: Thank you.
(She walks away. Andie looks at Pacey, worried.)
Andie: A eulogy?
(She stressfully rests her head on her hand on the table. Cut to
Pacey and Andie walking in the rain to Abby's house.)
Pacey: You don't have to deliver this eulogy. Just lay low.
Pretend Abby's mother you're too upset.
Andie: No. I have to find a way to honor Abby's memory both
truthfully and respectively. Her family deserves that much. I'll
always remember the nice things people said at my brother's
funeral.
(They reach the house, it's nice.)
Pacey: You okay?
Andie: It just occured to me that I've never even seen her house.
It's so pretty.
Pacey: Yeah, I know. I was halfway expecting this gothic castle,
you know? The gargoyles leering down on you from the spires...
(They enter the house. It's nice, lots of flowers.)
Pacey: Okay, this is morbid. Explain to me again what this is
going to accomplish besides making you even more freaked out?
Andie: I just want to see her room...you know? Where she brushed
her hair, (pauses) and planned her future.
Pacey: Why?
Andie: Look, we'll just say our condulgences and slip into her
room.
(Cut to Jen drinking liquor on the docks where there's a bunch of
flowers and a cross. She takes a bouquet and throws it over the
side of the docks. Cut to Andie and Pacey entering Abby's room.)
Pacey: Hey, what if Abby's mother saw us come in here together?
She probably thinks I'm trying to get lucky in the middle of her
daughter's memorial.
Andie: Oh, this is really strange. It's almost like the room is
waiting for her to come back...
Pacey: This is really creepy, Andie. Can we go now, please?
Andie: (grabs a book) Wait a minute...this is her diary. The real
thoughts of any girl is all in the confines of her personal
diary.
Pacey: (takes it) You know what? People's privacy deserves to be
respected, even in death.
Andie: (takes it back) This isn't for my curiosity, Pacey. This
is for Abby. I want to be able to give her a eulogy that does
justice to her character.
(Andie's sitting on the bed. Pacey comes and sits next to her.)
Andie: (flipping through the book) Hmmm. (picks one) "Dear
Diary, Another unbelievably annoying day here on Walton's
Mountain. That slut Jen Lindley literally stole my new boyfriend
and right out from under my nose. (looks at Pacey) She's a
bleach-blonde hoes-bag." She was probably just having a bad
day.
Pacey: Sure...
Andie: (flips and finds another one) Okay.."Dear Diary, My
mother is driving me insane. I hate her so much I must be
adopted. There's no way I could share the same genes with that
dried-up old wench."
Pacey: I'm sure it's just another bad day, right?
Andie: (nods) Yeah. (finds another) Okay. "Dear Diary, That
new girl Andie is such a (mad) psycho! How many ways can you tell
a person you don't like them..." What?! "She just won't
take a hint! God! And that boyfriend of hers is a--"
(Pacey grabs it away.)
Pacey: You know what? I don't want to know. I don't want to hear
it. Out the door now. Please.
(Cut to Mitch in a
classroom. Dawson walks in.)
Mitch: Dawson, hey!
Dawson: Hey.
Mitch: I was just thinking about you...
(Dawson sits down depressingly on the desk.)
Mitch: You know, when I was young my first few experiences with
death were...shocking. And as I get older, it doesn't get any
easier but...it does kind of make you put your life into
perspective. Makes you want to grab on to the people you love and
never let go.
Dawson: And on that note...um, Mom was offered a job as a network
correspondent in Philadelphia.
(Mitch gets up and walks around the desk.)
Dawson: Don't you have anything to say?
Mitch: Um, I'll call her and congratulate her.
Dawson: That's it? You're going to call up, say congratulations,
and just let her walk out of your life. (Dawson gets up angrily)
Grab on to those you love, huh?
(He leaves the room. Cut to Jack and Joey at an empty Icehouse.)
Jack: So, uh, Joey?
Joey: Yeah?
Jack: I've tried biting my tongue, but, uh, the $64,000 question
has to be asked...(speaking into the mop handle) What's up with
you and Dawson?
Joey: (smiles) Nothing.
Jack: Oh, yeah, "nothing". You two shared a pretty
conspicuous not-a-nothing kiss the other night. Come on...
Joey: Yeah, well, we're putting it on hold. We have enough to
deal with without adding our complicated relationship to the mix
so...
Jack: Alright, alright. I'll buy that...I'll buy that. So...how
are you feeling otherwise?
Joey: Um...okay. I've obviously had a lot on my mind lately
but...how are you feeling about this whole thing?
Jack: Alright, I know this sounds a little morbid but...I keep
thinking about how Abby and I kissed at Dawson's birthday party
which means I'm probably the last person she ever kissed.
Joey: At least she went out with a bang!
(Jack laughs. Joey laughs and covers her face with her hands.)
Joey: I can't believe I just said that.
Jack: I can't either.
(They're cracking up. Cut to Dawson editing his movie.)
(Onscreen)
Kim (Abby): Look, I am sorry if I threatened you and your safety
net. And contrary to popular belief, I am not trying to ruin your
life and I am trying so hard not to--
(There's a knock at the door, offscreen. It's Pacey.)
Dawson: Hey.
Pacey: Hey, man. Working late, huh?
Dawson: Yeah.
Pacey: Your mom told me I could find you here.
Dawson: So what's up?
Pacey: I don't know, really. Mrs. Morgan asked Andie to give a
eulogy indulging Abby's virtues.
Dawson: How do you speak glowingly about a girl who rode to
school on a broomstick.
Pacey: It's just so frustrating, Dawson. I've been trying so hard
to set everything straight for Andie, but I've got no control
over these things.
Dawson: I know what you mean. That's why I'm here.
Pacey: It must be a sort of surreal experience editing a movie in
which one of your leading ladies is no longer.
(Dawson presses play.)
(onscreen)
Kim (Abby): Look, contrary to popular belief, I did not come here
to ruin your life and I am trying so hard not to do that...
(Abby starts smiling, then laughing.)
Abby: I'm sorry but she has food in her teeth.
(offscreen. Pacey and Dawson laugh. Cut to Jen walking into the
kitchen at her house and Grams is cooking.)
Grams: Perfect timing. Dinner's almost ready.
(Jen walks over and leans over the pan. Grams gets a whif.)
Grams: Jennifer, have you been drinking again?
Jen: Not only have I been drinking, but I am drunk out of my
mind.
Grams: Jennifer, don't do this to yourself! Don't mask your grief
with alcohol! I try to feel your pain, this drinking will only
make things worse.
Jen: (smiling) Worse? Come on. Worse than what?
Grams: Think of the good times you shared with Abby, she'd want
you to remember her that way.
Jen: Well then you obviously didn't know Abby too well! She's
probably down there with (missed name), doing tequila shooters
and laughing at all of us!
Grams: You have to believe that Abby is in God's hands. He has a
special place in his kingdom for the children.
Jen: Yeah? God's got a five-bedroom beach condo in Maui for dead
kids?
Grams: Jennifer!
Jen: Okay, Grams, for the last time, there is no God and there is
no heaven and there is no peace and there is no hope. The only
truth that I know is pain. So you can just keep your Sunday
School fables to yourself because they make me puke!
Grams: Does it give you so much pleasure to shock and offend me?!
I am trying to be understanding but you insist on disobeying my
rules and polluting my house with your disrespectful blastering.
Jen: I guess you're finally sick of me, huh? I guess your
infinite patience and compassion aren't as infinte as we thought.
You know, if I can't just be myself and speak my mind...maybe I
should just move out!
Grams: Jennifer!
(Cut to Joey and her dad eating breakfast.)
Mr.Potter: What are you thinking about?
Joey: I've been trying to remember Mom and... I can't get a clear
picture of her in my head. It was the scariest thing... I mean,
it's like she's slowly fading away and ...do you know what I
mean?
Mr.Potter: (nods) Joey, when I was in prison, I missed your
mother. The loss combined with the guilt was almost too much for
me. But...I look at you, and I know she's still here.
(Joey looks at him, questionably.)
Mr.Potter: You are so like your mother, Joey. She was tough
...and independent ...and funny. (laughs) In the same way you're
funny. She was stubborn. Oh, she was stubborn. If you would tell
her the skies blue, she would say it was green.
(Joey smiles.)
Mr.Potter: She's not gone. She lives on in you. And that comforts
me to know end.
(Cut to Pacey and Andie walking down the beach.)
Andie: Uh, it's only a few hours til the funeral and I have no
idea what I'm going to say.
Pacey: Make something up. Tell them that Abby was a wonderful
person and she'll be deeply missed, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.
Andie: You want me to lie?
Pacey: Well, you could tell the truth. That she was a hideous
abdomination and the world will be much better without her.
Andie: Right and watch her mother have a heart attack and
collapse into the aisle. God, Pacey, what am I going to do?
Pacey: I'll give the speech.
Andie: You'd do that for me?
Pacey: I'd do anything to keep you from having a nervous
breakdown.
Andie: I'm not about to have a nervous breakdown.
Pacey: Well, I'm about to have a nervous breakdown living
vicariously through you, so...
Andie: Really? Listen, Pacey, I know what it's like to love
someone who has the propensity to become mentally-unhinged and I
don't want to be that person to you.
Pacey: Andie, what am I supposed to do? Sit back and watch you
agonize. If you're in distress, how can I help but come to your
rescue?
Andie: Well, if I'm drowning in the ocean, yes, throw me a
lifeline but...don't let our roles become etched in stone. I
mean, me the helpless lunatic and you, the hero on horseback. I
need to take care of myself. I'm going to deliver this speech,
I'll think of somethin'.
Pacey: Okay...
(He kisses her on the top of her head. Cut to Abby's funeral.
Pacey and Andie are sitting in a pew.)
Pacey: Look, it's not too late to duck out of here.
Andie: No, Pacey, I'm going to do this, even if it kills me.
Pacey: Okay, well, maybe we'll just slip you in the coffin with
Abby.
(Andie looks at him.)
Pacey: It was a joke! I'm kidding...
(Joey walks in and takes off her black cardigan over a black
dress. She walks to the pew Dawson's sitting in.)
Dawson: Hey!
(She sits down.)
Dawson: You made it.
(She just smiles)
Joey: Just hold my hand.
(Dawson smiles. Grams walks in and takes a seat next to Jen.)
Jen: It's the (missed word) of Capeside.
Grams: Jennifer, listen, I-I lost a lot of sleep last night and I
do hope that we can avoid ugly scenes like last night in the
future. I wanted to let you know that I forgive you.
Jen: I'm not looking for your forgiveness, Grams. I'm looking for
your understanding. And that's something that you've never been
able to provide.
(The funeral begins.)
Preacher: We are here today, to remember the life of Abigail
Morgan. But before we begin, I'd like to invite those of you,
who'd like to share your memories with Abby, to come forward at
this time.
(Dawson looks around, no one's getting up. Finally, Jen gets up.
She walks up to the stand.)
Jen: My name is Jen Lindley. And I was friends with Abby, as much
as anyone could be because Abby had a toxic personality, in fact
it was almost bordering on radioactive. Abby could be cruel and
Abby could be spiteful, and Abby could certainly be petty. She
spent her days mischieviously stirring up trouble, and creating
calamity, and generally, taking pleasure in other people's pain.
You know, in Sunday School, they teach us that God made Man in
his image. Well, if God made Abby in his own image then what does
that say about God? God has always been such a mystery to me. I
mean, what kind of diety creates a world that is so full of
suffering and so full of pain? I tell you what, Abby taught me a
lot. She taught me how to do a tequilla shooter with one hand
tied behind my back, and she taught me to live life by my own set
of values, and not follow the crowd, in hopes of winning some
phantom popularity contest. But most of all, what's most
important, is Abby taught me the sadistic nature of our God and
as much as that knowledge is disturbing, it's true. And it's
real. And for a world that is so saturated with phoniness and
lies, for that small amount, for that little bit of honesty, I
will always be grateful to her.
(Jen walks down from the pulpit and heads back to her pew, where
her Grams stands up, gives Jen a incredibly angry look and walks
out of the church. Abby's mother looks back at Andie while the
congregation stirs from Jen's comments. Andie stands up and walks
to the pulpit.)
Andie: Um, there are people who give me comfort in my life...who
when the going gets rough, which it unbearably does, I can count
on them for a shoulder to cry on. And they will pick me up when I
fall, and hold me in their arms while I cry and tell me that
everything is going to be alright. I am so thankful for these
people, they are priceless. But there's another group of people,
just as important and just as priceless...they're the people who
challenge me, who push me to my breaking points, and who force me
to muster courage that I never thought I had. Abby Morgan was one
of those people. In her own truth-telling way, she gave me
strength. I'm a much stronger woman because of her. A woman who I
never thought that I could be. She gave me that gift. She was one
of a kind. There's no one like her and she will always hold a
special place in my heart.
(Cut to everybody outside around her coffin. Cut to Andie and
Pacey putting a single yellow flower on her coffin. Cut to the
priest reading from the Bible. Cut to Abby's mother crying. Cut
to Jen placing a yellow flower on her coffin. Cut to everybody
walking away from it. Cut to Dawson and Joey walking alone
through the trees at the graveyard.)
Dawson: I was editing my movie yesterday. And I just kept
watching Abby's footage over and over and over and then it hit me
just how fleeting life is. You know? And I don't want to die with
unlived life on my face. And I don't want to go to my grave
regretting what my life could have been if I'd only taken action
and maybe this is the wrong time to say this to you but Joey ...I
am so happy about what happened between us the other night.
(She just keeps on walking, showing no emotion.)
Dawson: Okay, I could just keep on talking until you say
something but usually the more I talk the more chances I have at
screwing up so--
(She turns and kisses him. She smiles.)
Joey: Of course, I'm happy. (Her expression gets somewhat sadder)
Right now, I have to go someplace.
Dawson: Okay.
Joey: Do you think you could walk me there?
Dawson: (smiles) Absolutely.
Joey: Thanks...
(Cut to Andie and Pacey.)
Pacey: You know, I have to admit. You have had me worried these
last few days, McPhee. But, as usual, you managed to pull it off
with flying colors.
Andie: I think I needed this whole experience, Pacey. It just, it
brought me closer to Tim.
(Andie sees Jen sitting alone over by the coffin.)
Andie: Uh, I'm going to go talk to her.
(Cut to Jen and Andie walks up.)
Jen: Andie, I can not apoligize enough. Abby's death wasn't your
fault. It was mine.
Andie: What?
Jen: I invited her out. I got her drunk. I could have saved her.
Andie: No, Jen, you did everything you could. The water was
rough, the current was too strong.
Jen: I saw her in the water and...she was so scared...
Andie: Jen...don't think about that, okay?
Jen: Because I'm weak, and I couldn't accept the blame, I had to
deflect it onto everybody else. Onto Capeside. Onto you. Onto my
Grams. And that speech! That f-(almost says it but doesn't and
pauses) speech. What was I thinking, huh?
Andie: Well, I'm a people pleaser. And sometimes in order to
succeed in that, you have to be phony. Abby was the exact
opposite. She put her truth above everything. And that's what you
did. It was a memorial for Abby and you were just being truthful
to her spirit.
Jen: Sometimes I don't think it's appropriate to speak your
truth, it's better just to shut up.
Andie: Oh, God, Jen. Abby kept a diary. It was pretty nasty. And
if her mom finds it, she's going to be devastated.
(Cut to Dawson and Joey walking past some more trees. Dawson
hangs back and Joey slowly approaches a spot. Joey starts crying.
It's her mother's grave ["Lillian Josephine Potter"].
Joey sets the flowers down and runs her finger along the etching
of the gravestone. Dawson walks up slowly to her.)
Joey: I just, um, hope wherever she is, she's happy.
Dawson: She's happy. She's looking down on you, and she's very
happy.
(Joey lays her head on Dawson's shoulder. Cut to Jen walking up
the stairs to her porch where there's a bunch of suitcases,
packed, and her Grams is putting more things in them.)
Jen: Grams?
Grams: How could you, Jennifer!
Jen: You packed--up all my stuff.
Grams: I went
to that funeral today to try and give you some support, to
rectify some of the damage in our fragile relationship. Only to
find you heartlessly thumbing your nose at me, in a house of God
no less.
Jen: Grams, that speech wasn't for you, it was for Abby. And I
regret it, I do. And I know that it was wrong and I know that I
offended your beliefs--
Grams: This is not about my beliefs! Or free speech or any other
philosophical nonsense, this is about the truth. And the truth is
you deliberately tried to wound me in that chapel and take out
all your pain and rage at the world on me.
Jen: Grams, Grams, wait!
Grams: You want understanding? How about a little understanding
in return? How about a little compassion for me? Not just about
my beliefs, but for me? Your grandmother, who loves you, who
would do anything for you, who would die for you!
Jen: Wait, Grams! Grandma! Wait a minute!
Grams: You should be living with someone else. Someone who you
respect, and clearly, I am not that person. All that time you
spend rebelling against me is getting you nowhere. So even though
it pains me more than you will ever know, Jennifer. I want you to
move out. Find somewhere else to live!
(Grams shuts the door on Jen and leans against it, crying. Cut to
Jen outside crying. Cut to Andie opening the door to the
Morgan's)
Andie: Mrs. Morgan? Hello? Hello?
(She goes up the stairs. Cut to Andie going into Abby's room. She
opens a dresser drawer and pulls out the notebook and when Andie
looks in the mirror. She sees Abby standing behind her in the
closet wearing a white outfit. Andie spins around revealing
nothing there. Andie closes her eyes, breathing heavy and opens
them again. Cut to ending credits.)