[미드대본] 도슨의 청춘일기 시즌 1 (Dawsons Creek Season 1) 1x06~1x10

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[미드대본] 도슨의 청춘일기 시즌 1 (Dawsons Creek Season 1) 1x06~1x10

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DAWSON'S CREEK
1X06 - BABY
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*Open Dawson's bedroom----Dawson is laying in bed, watching a movie---Its ends, Dawson clicks off the TV/VCR... Pan left to Joey sitting on Dawson's bed also.*

Joey: All Right. Great movie. Thanks a lot. I gotta go.

Dawson: Yo Jo, slow down. What's the rush?

Joey: Hate to cut the festivities short but Bessie is due next week and she needs extra help around the house.

Dawson: Come on, Jo. Bodie can take care of anything Bessie needs. Plus, You can't leave now we've only watched one movie. We've never watched just one movie on movie night.

Joey: Well a first time for everything.

*Cut to Jen sitting on a chair.... to your suprise.*

Jen: A night of first's all around.

Joey: And, What are you talking about?

Jen: Look, I'm talking about the obvious, which I know we've all tried our best to ignore. But it's easy to see that I have intruded on a very personal ritual here, And clearly, my presence is making you uncomfortable. So, I'll tell you what, Joey. You stay and watch another movie. I'll just go.

Dawson: No, wait Jen. You don't have to do that.

Jen: No, Its ok. I mean, you and I have decided to slow things down. So, I am sure that a few hours apart won't kill us. Besides, Grams has kinda been on the war path, meaning, once she see's Joey leave, there is no way she is going to trust you and I alone. So, so I should just go.

Joey: Well don't leave on my account. I mean, I'm not interested in ruining anyone's evening.

Jen: No, no. Its not you at all. Don't, don't take it personally.

Dawson: Great. Settled. Next issue. What to watch next... *He is interrupted by Jen*

Jen: Ok this is no solution, Joey. If we both stay we're going to be stuck in the same uncomfortable position we've been in all night.

Dawson: All right. So let me get this straight. Movie night has been reduced to the following: *Dawson's talking to Jen* You can't stay if she leaves because your grandmother wouldn't permit it. And you can't stay if she stays because its awkward.

Jen: Yeah.

Dawson: *To Joey* And you can't stay if she leaves because you feel like you have driven her away. And you can't stay if she's here because it ruins movie night for you.

Joey: Well put.

Dawson: Well since this is my house. And we assume that I can't go anywhere. According to my calculation that only leaves one option.

Joey and Jen: Night Dawson.

Dawson: Wait a minute.

*Joey says this as she begins to climb out the window*

Joey: I'll see you tomorrow.

*Jen says this as she walks out of Dawson's room*

Jen: Don't stay up too late.

*Dawson's alone now....He lays back on his bed and looks at the TV*

Dawson: Movie night... way too complicated.

*Theme song plays .... Beginning credits.* Bodie: Good morning sweetheart. And How are we feeling this morning?

Bessie: Well, If your nauseous and swollen and irritable also. I'd say we're feeling exactly the same way.

Bodie: Look at the bright side. Your due date's the 22nd. In less than a week this will all be over.

Bessie: A week?! This can not last another week. It's inhumane. I don't sleep anymore, My legs are fat, My back is killing me, I feel like retching 23 hours a day... Did you know the average justation period for the fruit bat is 2 months... 2 months, thats fair, thats reasonable. Why can't I give birth to a fruit bat.

*Joey walks in for breakfast.*

Joey: Because we're about 80% sure you're human.

Bessie: Do you still live here?

Joey: Unfortunately. *To Bodie:* When's your interview?

Bodie: Today. After work. That new French restarant over in Hyannis.

Bessie: You know, If you don't like it here, Joey. No one's stopping you from moving out. Fact, In most states you'd be considered an adult.

Joey: Aw, that's funny. Cause you wouldn't.

Bessie: Bodie....

Bodie: Come on Joey. Your sister isn't feeling very well today how about taking it easy on her, Ok. *Bodie chats with Joey aside* Look, I know the matriarch's been a handful, lately. But she's due next week, once the baby comes, I promise she'll be back to her old self again.

Joey: But thats what I'm afraid of.

*Cut to Jen's room... Grams is cleaning her room and picking up clothes. When she see's a calendar that Jen has put up and says...*

Grams: What, in heavens name is this?

Jen: Its a calendar Grams.

Grams: It's a filthy calendar.

Jen: No, It's an art calendar and before you get apopletic *don't have a stroke* on me. These photographs happen to be hanging in the world's finest art galleries.

Grams: I don't care whose hanging them. In my house we don't ogle naked men.

Jen: No, We pray to 'em', right.

Grams: Oh! Don't you dare compare the two! Oh my lord, Jennifer. What has happened to you? To the little girl I used to know, who I took to Sunday school, when she would come visit me each summer and who once had respect for the church and it's teaching.

Jen: Well she's carefully considered all possible scenarios, detailing a god-like source. And she has found them unconvincing. And ,while she respects those who chose to believe in a higher being, she herself does not. Simply put Grams, she grew up.

Grams: Perhaps.... Perhaps she just thinks she did.

*Cut to parking lot at Tamara's car*

Pacey: I think we should go out this weekend. Just you and me.

Tamara: We usually do, Pacey.

Pacey: No we don't go out, We stay in. We first invent some school related reason why I need to come over to your place on a friday night and then we lock the doors and close the blinds so that none of the townsfolk could possibly see us together. I know that you are having trouble acknowledging the fact that we have a relationship but you have to admit there is 'somethan goin' on here.

Tamara: Yes. There is something.

Pacey: Right. So, Ya know what. I think we should start acting like it. Going out in public, together. It'll be great. Like a real couple.

Tamara: Pacey thats sweet but It's hardly practical.

Pacey: It doesn't have to be in Capeside. We can go, we can go down to Providence. Ok. We'll have dinner. Catch a movie. Nobody there knows us down there. We'll be just like all the rest of the dysfunctional couples out for a good time on a Saturday night.

*Tamara laughs*

Pacey: So, Whats do you say? Will you go out with me Ms. Jacobs?

*cut to boys bathroom.... Dawson and Pacey are using the facilites*

Dawson: She said she'd go to Providence with you?

Pacey: Well she didn't say yes but she didn't say no either. She just, she gave me that "I really want to, Pacey, but I just can't ", look. The way I got this figured, Once I get my learners permit, this woman is going to cave completely.

*Pacey looks in and under the stalls... but not too well.*

Dawson: What are you doing?

Pacey: Well, Ya know, You really, ya can't be to careful with this information.

Dawson: Ya know, I really feel for ya Pace. Spending all your time trying to get Ms. Jacobs out of the bedroom.

Pacey: Listen. This relationship is not all about sex. Ok. I mean, luckily for me some of it is.

*The bell rings.*

Dawson: Well, hey, I better get going. I wouldn't want your girlfriend to think I'm standing her up.

Dawson: Hey, Dude. You gotta be careful too.

Pacey: Don't worry.

Kid smoking in stall *Kenny Leaverton*: *coughing*... Oh..man!

*Cut to outside of school. Dawson walks up to Jen.*

Dawson: Ok, It wasn't easy, but I think I may have finally found an upside to my parents marital woes. Mitch and Gail are off to a couples therapy this weekend and they have left Leery manner in my sole possession.

Jen: ok. Thats nice and everything but...

Dawson: Ok. That's nice but I was hoping for something a little more illicit *Illegal* than that.

Jen: Ok, Listen. There is this really weird Pacey rumor going around school. Have you heard about this?

Dawson: No. What? That he finally handed in a homework assignment in on time?

Jen: Not exactly, And its not just about Pacey. It also involves Ms. Jacobs.

Dawson: What about them?

Jen: Well let's just say that for a student and teacher, They have an exceptionally close relationship. So close, Its considered illegal in about 35 states.

Dawson: Um...Maybe we can still nip this in the bud. Who told you?

Jen: The question should be who didn't tell me, Dawson. Its out there. Its prevelent.

Dawson: We gotta go find Pacey.

Jen: Wait, Dawson. Is it true?... Dawson?

Dawson: I can never lie to you. I told you that before. Just do me a favor. Pretend you never asked me that question.

* Cut to school hallway ... Dawson is looking for Pacey.... Joey walks up to them and says...*

Joey: You guys aren't going to believe what I just heard.

Dawson: Somehow, I think I will.

*You see Pacey walking down the hall.*

Dawson: Hey!

*Pacey is stopped by a girl, she whispers something in his ear. He looks at Dawson in shock.*

*Cut to a school stock room with Dawson and Pacey*

Dawson: Ok. Joey said she heard that Kenny Leaverton was smoking in one of the stalls. Overheard everything.

Pacey: Ah well, that figures, ya know my life's been going a little to well something had to go and balance it out.

Dawson: What, Pacey. It's not that bad.

Pacey: Ya know I really appreciate that effort Dawson but it really is that bad. Ya know what lets be honest it's worse. This is cataclysmic. This is one of those rare mile stone events that separate the first half of your life from everything that follows. Ah, My only consolation is the faint hope that this doesn't reach Tamara. So,ya know , If you would just allow me a moment here for me to symbolically drop my chin into my chest, and let me feel really really sorry for myself. It would be much appreciated.

Dawson: Ok, Pacey. Granted, This doesn't look good but this is in your hands, you could control this now.

Pacey: Its the wrong time for the Obe-wan moment Dawson.

Dawson: No, listen to me. As far as your concerned, the only thing worse than a rumor is a substantiated rumor. If you walk out that dorr hanging you head, doing the whole, whoa is me thing. Its as good as admitting thats its all true. But if you go through thse halls, Like you couldn't care less, Like this is the most rediculous thing you've ever heard. Then, there is a chance that this thing could be dead and buried by 6th period.

Pacey: I... I can do that. I can be cool. Casual. A smile, a little wink, and easy stride through the Home Ec. wing, Ya know, like, like nothing happened. Like I got not a care in the world.

Dawson: Yeah.

Pacey: Absolutely.

*Pacey walks out of the room smiling and nodding to all those looking at him. Dawson leans up against the wall and watches Pacey as he walks down the hallway. With a major "concerned for his friend" look on his face. Pacey keeps walking and turns at a corner. He is alone now. He leans up against a bulletin board and rubs his forehead in frustration.*

*Cut to Tamara's English class*

Tamara: Romeo and Juliet offers, perhaps, the most noteable exploration of the forbidden fruit theme that we will examine this year.

Boy#1: *Twitchel* Not anymore.

*Pacey walks in late to class, the class is laughing*

Tamara: Mr. Witter, you're late.

Boy#2: He's probably resting up from last night.

*The class is laughing again*

Boy#1*Twitchel*: Ok man settle a bet. Real or silcone?

Tamara: Keep the running commentay Mr. Twitchel. And I'll see you after class.

Boy#1*Twitchel*: You promise?

*the class laughs again*

Tamara: All right. Settle down. Now, where were we?

Boy#2: Ahem... Forbidden fruit.

*Cut to pier after school... Pacey is sitting on a bench by himself. Joey walks up.*

Joey: Hey, Jail bait.

Pacey: Feel free to keep on walking. I won't think your rude.

Joey: Look, dispite first impressions, I'm not here to bust on you.

*Pacey exhales deeply*

Joey: I don't know if the rumors are true or exaggerated. Or if this is one of your bizarre attempts to appear more attractive to the senior girls. But I just wanted to say I know what you must be going through, and...

*Pacey laughs*

Pacey: No. I really doubt you know what I'm going through.

Joey: Well let me see. People stare at you when you walk down the hall, we've seen that. They whipser behind your back. You suddenly overhear your name in a conversation of strangers. And pretty soon a justifyable paranioa sets in and wether they are are or not , you are convinced that everyone is talking about you. Imagine if you had done something even worse.

Pacey: Like what?

Joey: Like sharing a house with your pregnant unwed sister and her black boyfriend, while your father serves time on a drug conviction. Imagine that, Pacey. We actually have something in common... Providing gossip for the small-minded townsfolk. And unfortunately for you. You're ,you're tonights top story.

*Pacey sighs*

Pacey: Great. So, what do I do now?

Joey: Same thing I did... You pray like hell for a better story to come along.

*Cut to Jen and Dawson walking home from school.*

Jen: Grams' way of dealing with my point of view. Is to pretending that it doesn't exist. Which, of course, infuriates me. Its causes me to speak emotionally rather than rationally, and I become rude and defensive, and I...I give her even more of a reason to dismiss my viewpoints. Its like were locked in this awful viscious cycle.

Dawson: Well, I don't know. You gotta do something. You just can't ignore her for three years until you go away to college.

Jen: I can't. Oh, There goes plan A. Hmm. There she is, right on schedule. Keeping an ever viligant-eye over my wanton lifestyle. Ok, I'll see you tonight. All right.

Dawson: All right.

Grams: Dinners at 6:00. I'd like you washed up and at the table then. Please.

Jen: Sure.

*Cut to outside Potter house, Bessie is in her truck, which is stuck in a ditch. Here come Joey home from school.*

Joey: Bessie?......Bessie?

Bessie: Joey.....I'm so glad your here.

Joey: Well, what happened? Are you ok?

Bessie: Oh. Its nothing really. I was on my way to the clinic. I guess I had a little mishap.

Joey: The clinic....I didn't know you had an appointment today.

Bessie: Oh, no I don't. In fact, my next appointment isn't until my due date on the 22nd. But my huch is i'll have to reschedule.

Joey: Why?

Bessie: Because I'm fairly certain, I'm in labor.

Joey: Oh my god. We have to move the truck or......

Bessie: Joey, It's under control. But I need to call an ambulance. And since our telephone isn't exactly in working order at this very moment.

Joey: It's not?

Bessie: No... Which means the nearest phone around here belongs to your friend Dawson and I need you to get me there ASAP.

Joey: Well, Dawson's house may be the closest but it's not exactly the most convient. I mean... there's really only... one way to get there from here.

*Cut to the creek... Joey is rowing Bessie and her across to Dawson's house*

Joey: Don't worry Bessie. I'll get us there.

Bessie: At the rate your going Joey, The two of us is going to be the three of us. Come on. give me those. god... your rowing like a girl. Ya know , I'm going to start calling you Josephine. * Bessie starts breathing hard*

Bessie: I thought you were supposed to be some expert oarsman.

Joey: Yeah and I thought you were supposed to give birth next week in a hospital... Oh my god, Bessie the boats leaking.

Bessie: Thats not the boat, Joey.

Joey: Then, what is it?

*Bessie is breathing heavy.*

Dawson: All right. He's not. Ok, well then can you have Pacey call me when he gets back.

Joey: Dawson?

Dawson: Thank you. Joey.....Hey I'm kinda worried about Pacey. I can't seem to find him.

Joey: No time to talk Dawson. My sister is having her baby.

Dawson: Cool.... Congratulations.

Joey: On your lawn.

Dawson: What?!

*cut to Leery living room... Dawson is on the phone.*

Dawson: Ok...Yeah sure but I... I understand. Yeah. Please. I'll hold.

Bessie: What are they saying?

Dawson: Well the good news is the ambulance is on its way. The bad news is its stopping in Duxsbury first.

Bessie: Duxsbury. Thats an hour away.

Dawson: Traffic accident. Major Pile-up. Childbirth is not a high priority today. But they are getting me an ETA in a second.

Bessie: One hospital. With one ambulance and no doctor within 30 miles. Another of the hidden joys of living in the middle of no where.

Dawson: Yes. I'm still here. How long?

Bessie: Did you reach, Bodie? Where's Bodie?

Joey: No, I called the Ice House and they said me caught the bus for Hyannis already.

Dawson: Ok, They're going to get the ambulance here as soon as they can. But they just can't make an guarantees, thats all.

*Bessie grabs the phone.*

Bessie: Listen, you sorry ass civil servant. This is the mother-to-be talking. Maybe I'm not in the tax bracket that guaratees a prompt response to medical distress, but I have a shoe full of amniotic fluid, my pelvis is beating like a rumba band, and I'm in real danger of having my first born child delivered by two high school students. So, why don't you stop making excuses, get off your oversized backside and get us an ambulance before my fetus enters college..*Click... Bessie hangs up* Oh...*mad like*

Joey: Terrific. I'm sure they will be right on their way.

*Cut to Tamara's house... Pacey is sitting out on the deck. Tamara walks up the side of the deck to see Pacey waiting for her.*

Tamara: Lets not have this conversation, Pacey.

Pacey: What conversation?

Tamara: The one where you apologize to me and tend to my wounded heart. All the while explaining why your not to blame for opening up your big mouth.

Pacey: I'm not... I only told Dawson. I didn't know Kenny Leaverton was in the bathroom.

Tamara: Ya know, There was one boundry placed on this relationship, Pacey. Not sex. Not true Intimacy. Only one: You don't talk about it. You don't tell your friends. And you don't brag to your classmates. Although, now I wonder if disgression is just too adult a concept for a boy to grasp.

Pacey: Hey listen. I... I just... I want... I want you to hear my side of the story. Ok. It's not what you think.

Tamara: You can't tell me anything I haven't heard in the teachers lounge. Oh, Yes. Thats right. See, We are already the talk of the faculty. Which means its only a matter of time before the administration gets wind of it. And then the school board and maybe if were really lucky the district attorney.

Pacey: T... Tamara. I'm sorry. I...

Tamara: Ya know, this morning. I think you suggested that we should do more of the things that couple should do. Well, I've got one idea that fits the bill. Lets break up.

*Pacey sniffles and looks toward the sky.*

*Cut to Leery Living room. Bessie is in a chair holding her stomach.*

Bessie: Oh... AAAAh... ow... owww ... Oh... Where's the damn ambulance?

Dawson: It's coming Bessie. It's coming.

Bessie: Oh... Oh.

*Joey grabs Dawson aside.*

Joey: All right. Bodie is not an option. What are we going to do? We're not qualified to perform a birthing right here. We haven't even finished high school biology, yet.

Dawson: Well, There's gotta be someone in this town who knows what to do in this situation. Right?

Bessie: Oh... *softly*

*Cut to Jen's room. She opens a drawer and there is a bible in it. She goes down to confront Grams about it.*

Jen: What is this?

Grams: Standard King James edition. Old and New testament, though, I am partial to the later chapters.

Jen: Ya know, what I'm partial to, Grams. I am partial to people who respect my privacy and the right I have to my own beliefs. And, I know that Atheism is about the least desirable trait that any granddaughter of yours could ever possess, But It's nothing you should take personally. And..It's not just God either. Grams, I don't have a whole lotta faith in man these days.

*Cut to front door of Ryan house.*

*Knocking*

*Joey exhales and says this rather fast.*

Joey: Look, I know you don't like me or approve of my family. And, I know that you could think of at least 80 reasons, why Bessie and Bodie are about the worst sinners. But right now, as we speak, my sister's sitting next door in Dawson's house, Inches away from giving birth and of those 80 reasons, I can't think of any that the baby's actually responsible for. So, If you could remember, that as a nurse, you took an oath to help others in need and well... Ah that would be really nice.

*Joey turns away from Grams. Grams gives her a half surprised and annoyed look.*

*Cut to town... Pacey is walking home and here comes Deputy Doug in his patrol car.*

Pacey: Great.

*Doug gets out of his patrol car.*

Doug: So...Listen to this....I'm over Carlton's getting a hair cut. When the guy next to me starts talking about a rumor that's making the rounds at the high school about some punk kid sleeping with a teacher. And, So I say to myself, well If it involves sex it couldn't be my brother Pacey. Then the guy says, a word is the kid made it all up, that it's all just a lie. And, so, I say to myself "Bingo."

Pacey: Ya know, that... thats really fascinating Dougie.

Doug: Ya know, and all I could think of it and it make me sick mind you, was poor sweet Tamara, must be ripping her apart. Come on, Pacey. Why don't you give me a glimpse of the inter-workings here, huh? What.. was the rational... boredom or just a classic cry for attention?

Pacey: Well actually no, Ya know what? I thought it was up to me to let the this town know that at least one person in our family was having heterosexual sex. And, ya know, just as a matter of curiosity, Did it ever occur to you, just for a brief moment, to defend or support me in this conversation?

*Doug chuckles*

Pacey: Or does the Witter family credo prevent such emotions?

Doug: Oh that's really heavy Pacey. Ah I'm sure the school board will ah be as moved as I am by that. Oh, you haven't heard. huh... Well, Its seems your lies have made it all the way up the food chain. Superintendent Steven's is calling an emergency board meeting to discuss whether charges should be laid against Ms. Jacobs. No doubt your presence will be requested. Ya know, its funny isn't it, Pacey. But... ahh...there are actually people in this town who take you seriously.

Pacey: Yeah and unfortunately... your not one of them.

*Cut to Leery living room.*

Dawson: Look, right now Bodie is on his way to a French restaurant on the other side of the county. And the only thing preventing the birth of his first child from becoming a hazy secondhand story is this little device. So, what do you say ? ...For Bodie?

*Dawson has his camcorder in his hand*

Bessie: All right. But, I want final cut.

*Dawson nods.*

Dawson: Deal.

*In walk Joey and Grams.*

Joey: Bessie?.....I've got someone to help you.

Bessie: Please, Don't tell me you've done what I think you've done.

Dawson: Conflict.. Perfect.

Grams: How far apart are the contractions?

Bessie: God, Joey?

Joey: What? She's a nurse. She can help.

Bessie: She's also borderline racist. Who hates everything about me and my boyfriend and our unborn child.

*Jen walks in now.*

Jen: Is everything OK?

Grams: We're just having an impromptu home birth. Nothing to be concerned about.

Bessie: Really. Because, I've got a few concerns.

Grams: Girls, move that coffee table out of the way. Pulse is strong. Temperatures fine. OK, girls, we're going to move Bessie over into this chair over here. Gently does it. ..... Easy... Easy... Easy... that's it... that's it.

Bessie: Oh... Oh...

Grams: That's it, That's it.

Bessie: I'm against this, ya know.

Grams: OK, Mr. Demille. *to Dawson* You can do something useful and get us some large towels and washcloths. Please.

Dawson: OK.

Grams: That's it. Easy... Easy....Easy. That's it. Calm down. Keep breathing. Easy... That's it. Cushions?

Bessie: Oooh Oooh.

Grams: Thank you, Josephine.

Joey: It's Joey, actually.

Bessie: No, It's Judas, actually.

Grams: Ok... Ok... now as far as you, I'm gonna make you a deal. This is going to be a big day for you. And, as your attending nurse, you may feel an overwhelming outpouring of gratitude towards me when we're done here today. But, I promise. I will not take advantage of your post partem bliss and I will resist any urge to bond with you over this shared experience, of this event, if you will do me just one small favor in return.

Bessie: What's that? *very cocky*

Grams: Shut Up!

Grams: Now, where are those towels?

*Cut to Capeside Townhall*

*Pacey comes up the stairs to see Tamara and someone else sitting there.*

Pacey: Tammy... Listen. I'm so sorr... * interrupted by attorney*

Attorney *Caroline F*: Mr. Witter? We haven't met. I'm Caroline Fields, Ms. Jacobs attorney.

Pacey: Attorney?

Attorney *Caroline Fields*: Under advice from council, She's chosen not to discuss this case with you at the current time.

Pacey: Ca.... What are you talking...? This is about... Tammy... If you could...

Attorney *Caroline Fields*: Mr. Witter... If I must again ask you to refrain from communicating directly with my client. In addition, Should you feel the need to speak with her at any future date, you are instructed to contact me. And, I'll pass along any pertinent information. Is that clear?

Pacey: Ah, Yeah... Caroline?

Attorney *Caroline Fields*: Yes, Mr. Witter.

Pacey: Would you tell your client, I'm sorry.

*Pacey walks away upset. Tamara has a concerned look on her face.*

*Cut to Leery house.... Dawson is filming.*

Bessie: Ooh ooh aaah

Jen: OK. All right. That contraction was exactly 60 seconds apart from the last one.

Grams: OK. your completely dilated, Dear... Time to push now.

Bessie: Push what?

Grams: The baby, Dear.

Bessie: Oh. *Dawson see's the look on Joey's face and walks over and sits down next to her.*

Dawson: She's gonna be OK, Joey.

Joey: Yeah, I know.

*Cut to the school board meeting.*

Superintendent Steven's: This session has been convened and the reason we've asked you to come before us this afternoon, Ms. Jacobs, is that we find ourselves faced with a persistent rumor, a disturbing rumor. Which, undoubtedly, you've heard?

Tamara: Yes, I've heard it.

Superintendent Steven's: Then let me be direct Ms. Jacobs. Pacey Witter is a student of yours, in one of your sophomore English classes.

Tamara: Yes, he is.

Superintendent Steven's: There have been allegations of a sexual relationship between yourself and Mr. Witter. Please forgive my candor, Ms. Jacobs, When I ask, Are these allegations true?

Tamara: Well you see...

*Pacey walks and cuts her off.*

Pacey: No, no, they're not.

Superintendent Steven's: Mr. Witter, You are to wait until your summoned.

Pacey: Ah, Look I don't mean any disrespect here. But, If you'll just give me a second, I'll have you all home for dinner. OK?

Pacey: Look, I know the origin of these rumors has been traced to me. And Ah I guess that would make sense. Cause Look at me here I am a C+ student, who sits in the back of Ms. Jacobs English class everyday, daydreaming about the same thing. About, what it would be like to be... a little bit better looking, a little more sophisticated and about 15 years older. Cause, then and only then, could Ms. Jacobs possibly look at me as anything other than just another one of her students. And, only then, could this rumor stand any chance of being true. Ah, I mean, don't get me wrong, I am flattered with the seriousness that you took these allegations, but ya know personally I'd just chalked them up to adolescent fantasy. I kind of expected you guys to do the same.

Superintendent Steven's: Correct me if I'm wrong Mr. Witter, but for the record, Are you saying you deny the aforementioned allegations?

Pacey: Yeah, for the record, Sir. And, for anywhere else you want to put it. Ms. Jacobs is my English teacher and to my great disappointment absolutely nothing else.

*Cut to Leery living room.*

Bessie: *screaming in pain*

Grams: Yes, Yes... That's it... That's it... Yes, yes

Bessie: God!

*Joey hears and see's how much pain Bessie is in. She cringes when she hears her scream. She gets out of her chair spins around and stands there watching. Waiting.*

Grams: You are doing fine.

Jen: Grams... Grams... I need to talk to you... There's a lot of blood here.

Bessie: What's? .. What's?.... Did she say blood?

Grams: Shh... Just relax, Dear.

Bessie: Are you afraid to tell me something wrong? If something's wrong, I want to know about it.

Grams: No, don't be silly, Dear. Nothing is at all wrong. Now, what Jennifer doesn't know is that a bloody show is a natural part of the birthing process. The last thing that we could have do is worrying yourself... Jennifer, a cool washcloth. Now.

Bessie: Mrs. Ryan, I am doing OK Right?

Dawson: Your doing great Bessie. Everything's great. I... I wouldn't be filming if everything wasn't fine. Right? We're making a movie here. *Joey walks out.* Hey, Mrs. Ryan, smile for the camera.

*Grams swats at Dawson and his camera.*

Grams: Out! You are distracting my patient and I won't have that.

Jen: Grams, Grams... There is a problem. Isn't there? Something's wrong with her.

Grams: Nothing is at all wrong. And, How dare you alarm my patient, by expressing a contrary opinion in her presence.

Jen: Grams, She is losing a lot of blood. I don't know much about this, but I know what a lot of blood looks like.... Grams?

Grams: Oh, Yes. All right. There's more blood than I'd like, but I see no evidence of cervical lacerations or detached placenta or or ahh...

Jen: In English, Grams.

Grams OK, in English, I need your help Jennifer. I need you to set aside your attitude and second guessing and help me get this baby out of her, before, God forbid, she loses anymore blood and complications worsen. Do you think you can do that Jennifer? Do you think you can summons up even the smallest amount of faith in me? Because, if you can I can guarantee there would be no better time for it than right now.

Grams: OK Bessie, breath and push remember, breath and push.

Bessie: Oooooh

Jen: God, Grams she's in pain.

Grams She's doing fine, Jennifer.

Bessie: No, Mrs. Ryan. I need something.

Grams: What do you need, Dear?

Jen: A pill, medicine. She.. needs something for the pain.

Grams: I don't have any medicine. But, I do have one thing that may work better.

Bessie: Please. I'll try anything.

Grams: OK. Then repeat after me... Our Father, Who art in Heaven...

Jen: A sedative. She needs a sedative, Grams, not the Lord's prayer.

Bessie: I'm sorry, Mrs. Ryan. That stuffs not going to work on me.

Grams: No, Dear. Its for your baby.

Grams: Our Father, Who art in Heaven.

Bessie: Our Father, Who art in Heaven.

Grams: Hallowed be Thy Name...

Bessie: Hallowed be Thy Name...

Jen: Thy Kingdom come...

Grams: Come on. you heard her.

Grams: Thy Kingdom come...

Bessie: Thy Kingdom come...

Grams: Push!

*Cut to Leery backyard, facing the creek. Joey is sitting in a chair, looking down at the ground, when Dawson come out of the house.*

Dawson: Hey........ I can't wait to see the look on my moms face when I tell her what happened in the living room.

*Joey wipes tears from under her eye.*

Dawson: Bessie's going to be OK, Joey. As frightening as Mrs. Ryan is in daily life, I think she is incredibly capable when it come to medical emergencies.

Joey: I know, Dawson... FYI. I'm not out here because I'm to worried about Bessie to stay inside. I mean, I'm worried but...

Dawson: What is it?

Joey: Its nothing...It's OK....It's stupid.

Dawson: No, It's not stupid, Joey. Look, I may not always agree with you but your reasons are never stupid.

Joey: All right. A question, Dawson. Who does Bessie remind you of?

Dawson: That's easy. Your mother.

Joey: There are times when the resemblance is merely a passing one, and then... there are others when... Bessie says or does something, and... it's like my Mom never died, You know... When she got sick, I mean, she had, she had chemo every month... It left her in this terrible pain, and I would come home and I would sit with her, and... she let out these cries that I'd never heard before and I prayed... to every available higher source. I would never hear them again from anyone or anything, and... somehow... somebody listened. 'Cause luckily, I never did. Ya know.

Dawson: Until today.

*Pause*

Joey: Yeah.

Dawson: Joey, When your mother was in all that pain, Why did you sit by her?

Joey: Come on, Dawson. Cause... she needed me. I mean... I mean, she didn't tell me that but I knew, I... I knew she really needed me.

Dawson: So, What makes you think that Bessie needs you any less?

*Cut to Townhall...Tamara is walking out the door when Doug come up to her.*

Doug: Tamara?

Tamara: Oh. Hello.

Doug: Look I know what you must be feeling towards Pacey right about now, well, what with all the trouble he's caused you. But, Frankly, I'd hate for our whole Witter family to be tarred with the same brush. I'll tell you that boy has been nothing but a bane since he was a child... trouble here... Creating a ruckus, over there.

Tamara: Well then, you must be very proud.

Doug: Proud. I don't quite follow you, Tamara.

Tamara: By the way he's grown up. From an unruly child to a... sweet, sensitive... intelligent young man.

*Doug looks at Tamara with this perplexed look on his face. Tamara turns to walk away then turns back.*

Tamara: And Douglas... Its Ms. Jacobs.

*Cut to parking lot. Tamara gets into her car and drives away...all the while Pacey is watching near the school sign.*

*Cut to Bessie in the Leery living room again.*

Grams: That's it. Push. .. Baby's beginning to crown.

Jen: Oh, Oh my God. I can see the head.

Grams: That's it. Your almost there just a little bit longer now. That's it, Dear. That's it, Dear. Just one more little push. Its almost over.

Bessie: I can't, I'm too tired.

Grams: Dear, You can and you will.

*Joey walks in. Bessie and Joey look at one another, Joey puts her hand on Bessie's and Bessie holds it. She gives one big push and...*

Grams: He's out.

Bessie: He?...Is he OK?

Grams: Oh, he's better than OK. He's healthy, he's beautiful, and he's all yours.

*The baby cries and everyone is happy and smiling.*

*Cut to Pacey walking to Tamara's house on the beach. Tamara is sitting on the deck stairs with a drink.*

Pacey: Can we talk, or do I need a lawyer present?

Tamara: Hi, Pacey. Well, If you've come to apologize again. You needn't. I'm deeply appreciative of what you've done.

Pacey: Well... Actually I was kinda hoping I could assume that all that talk about breakin' up was just said in the heat of the moment. Cause, Tamara, that's never gonna happen again. I'm not... from now on... I'm just not talking to anybody, not Dawson, Not anybody. There's just no chance of that happening again.

Tamara: No... I know. Because I won't let it.

Pacey: Ah... OK. Good. Neither will I.

Tamara: Maybe I'm not making myself clear. There will be no further.... gossip because there will be no further subject. I'm leaving Capeside. And, I've already turned in my resignation to Principle Geiger, and I should be at my sisters' house in Rochester by Tomorrow evening.

Pacey: Ah... I... You don't waste any time. Do ya?

Tamara: Pacey you knew this day was inevitable.

Pacey: Oh... I'd think I would have to disagree with you there Ms. Jacobs...Never in a million years would I have predicted Rochester to be a plot point in our little saga.

Tamara: I meant us ending was inevitable... Hey, Maybe you'd graduate. Maybe I'd met someone my own age. God, Maybe you'd met someone your own age. But you knew that there... was a ticking clock inherent to both of us and to everything about us. You must understand, Pacey, I care about you. More deeply than I ever expected or wanted too. But I'm ...36 years old... and I want to have children before it's too late. I mean, I want to be their mother not their girlfriend.... You know, just because I'm older and arguably more mature... Doesn't mean I know what to say in these situations any more than you do. So, Please. Lets just say good-bye now. Before I get maudlin and embarrassing and entirely too truthful.

Pacey: Is a farewell kiss permitted?

Tamara: Oh ...I don't know, I seem to remember that's what started this whole mess to begin with.

Pacey: You know, I... I think I could handle it Tamara.

Tamara: Well, I'm not sure I can. *They were holding hands and she pulls away.* Here.

*They hug tight and she kisses him on the forehead. They laugh.*

Pacey: OK... Well, I hope you enjoy Rochester.

Tamara: Yeah, I hope you enjoy high school.

*They hold hands again .. Then they part. Pacey looks back at Tamara. He turns and walks away. She half waves, realizing he can't see her, she stops and watches him walk away.*

*Cut to the sun setting.... Then to the Ryan house. Grams is In the kitchen doing a crossword puzzle. Jen walks in.*

Jen: Goodnight.

Grams: Oh, Goodnight, Jennifer.

Jen: Long day, huh?

Grams: Good day.

Jen: Oh...*Softly*

Grams: Oh Jennifer *Grams takes off her glasses.*...Just because we don't say certain things to each other doesn't mean we don't feel them.

*They smile at each other.*

Grams: Jennifer?....After what you've experienced today, Can you honestly tell me you still hold no belief in God?

Jen: Ah..Well, I don't know about God. But, Umm, I think I may have come around a little on man.

*Grams smiles, puts her glasses back on and returns to her crossword puzzle.*

*Cut to Potter Living room. Bessie and Bodie at the baby.* *Joey walks in.*

Bessie: Hey, Joey, Come here. *Joey sits down near them and Bessie places the baby in Joey's arms.* He's got mom's eyes. You know?

Joey: Yeah, that's the first thing I noticed.

*Joey looks at the baby and smiles. She looks at Bessie and Bodie and then to the baby and smiles again.*

*Cut to the beach....Pacey is walking near the surf. He is looking at Tamara. She is looking out the window, then she turns out the light and walks away from the window.*

Pacey: Bye, Tammy. *This seems to be a voice over ... might have been Goodnight, Tammy... but I am not sure.*

*Pacey turns around and walks a bit... Only to turn back for one more look. Then he continues down the beach with his hands in his pockets.*

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DAWSON'S CREEK
1X07 - DETENTION
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*Dawson's room, Joey and Dawson are laying on the bed watching a movie when Dawson flips it off.*

Joey: What are you doing?

Dawson: I don't get this movie.

Joey: Yeah but we've been watching it for an hour and a half, I'd kind of like to see what happens.

Dawson: When movies get to unrealistic it depresses me. I get a headache, I can't watch.

Joey: Unrealistic? Dawson your favorite movie is E.T.

Dawson: So?

Joey: A fat-fingered alien who eats Reeses Pieces and rides around on a bicycle?

Dawson: But the emotion is realistic. This movie, come on, a girl has to decide between two guys so they drag race? She agrees to go out with whoever has the fastest car.

Joey: Well, I hate to break it to you, Dawson, but a fast car can be a real turn on.

Dawson: Well, why don't they just arm wrestle. Whoever has the biggest bicep wins.

Joey: Well, that would work. Give me the remote.

*Dawson takes it and puts it out of Joey's reach.*

Joey: Give it to me.

Dawson: I don't want to watch it.

Joey: You're asking for it.

*She gets on top of him and starts playfully fighting him for it.*

Joey: Come on. Give it to me. You are such a ba--

*They stop and have that awkward silence.*

Joey: You know what? This really upsets you, doesn't it? (I don't know if this line is right.)

Dawson: It does?

Joey: Yeah.

Dawson: Okay, enlighten me.

Joey: Because guys are attracted to girls for totally superficial reasons.

*Dawson uses body language to show that he thinks that is so not true.*

Joey: Yes they are. They like girls from New York, with blonde hair, pouty lips, bony arms, and big boobs. But it goes both ways Dawson, it goes both ways.

Dawson: Jen does not have b--

*He starts to say big boobs but he stops himself.*

Dawson: Bony arms.

Joey: You can't stand the idea that if a girl is choosing between two guys she may not choose the romantic doofus who woos her with flowers and cheesy poems, you know? She might just choose the guy with the faster car, bigger biceps, or... the bigger joystick.

Dawson: Bigger joystick?!

Joey: Yes.

Dawson: First of all, girls are attracted to romance more than anything.

Joey: *Joey makes a face like 'yeah right'* Keep hope alive there.

Dawson: Second of all, I don't compete with other guys. You don't see me and Pacey running around arm wrestling over some girl.

Joey: Well, as I said, you don't like to lose.

Dawson: What's that supposed to mean?

Joey: Well, Pacey has bigger biceps.

Dawson: No, he does not!

Joey: Are you sure? 'Cause I thought he did. So let me get this straight. If girls are so attracted to the romantic guy, why won't Jen have sex with you?

Dawson: Jen wants to have sex with me she just--

Joey: She just hasn't gotten around to it.

Dawson: Let's watch the movie Joey.

Joey: I thought it was giving you a headache.

*Dawson stares angrily at the tv and Joey looks at him and rolls her eyes. Dawson looks back at Joey still angry.*

*Dawson's Creek theme*

*CUT TO hallway. Abby drops stuff from her purse and hurredly picks it up. Joey is giving a presentation.*

Joey: The showguns in the Tokogala (there's gonna be a lot of misspelled words so I'm spelling them how they sound) area separated the church from the state.

*Abby walks in.*

Abby: Mr. Douglas my car broke, sorry. I am so sorry.

*She walks towards her seat.*

Joey: (continuing) Anyways, the Oko was where the sho-gun kept his harem. It housed 600 women all in service to one man.

Grant: What? 600!

Joey: Anyway, since the emperor was in Kioto..

*Grant raises his hand.*

Grant: Did you say that 600 chicks were all in service to 1 dude?

Joey: Well, I didn't say chicks but yes.

Grant: Do you mean sexual service?

Teacher: Shh. Shh. Shh. Grant!

Joey: Yes. The showgun choose one from 600 concubines.

Grant: No way that's intense!

Joey: Anyway, as I was saying, since the emperor was in Kioto.

*Grant raises his hand again.*

Grant: Hello. Over here.

Joey: You know, I'll take questions after the presentation, Grant.

Grant: Right. Now, did these concubines did they have to doink the showgun? Or did they say like no dykes.

Joey: Well it was a great privedeledge to be chosen by the showgun.

Grant: So the showgun was like the school stud. Every chick wanted a piece of him, right?

Joey: No they didn't want a piece of him.

Grant: Sounds like they did to me.

Joey: Well that's because you have a low IQ.

Class: Ohhhhh.

*CUT TO Dawson walking towards the hall and he spots Pacey and Jen talking.*

Pacey: We called him Oompa Loompa.

Jen: Oompa Loompa? What's that?

Pacey: You don't know what an Oompa Loompa is? Charlie and the Chocolate Factory? The little green men that used to stir the chocolate?

*Jen starts laughing.*

Pacey: I swear.

*Dawson walks up.*

Dawson: Hey.

Pacey and Jen: Hey.

*They are both still laughing.*

Dawson: What's so funny?

Pacey: Nothing. Nada. Nin.

Dawson: What's so funny?

Jen: It's nothing, Dawson. Forget about it.

Dawson: Okay.

Pacey: Get pumped, man. It's your favorite time of day... gym time! You know, I think we're playing b-ball today. You know, with that hoop up in the air and that ball.

Dawson: Right. I know how to play basketball, man.

Pacey: Of course you do, sport. Just don't kick the ball and don't hit it with a baseball bat.

*Jen starts laughing.*

Dawson: Okay, funny guy, I'll see you later. In gym.

Pacey: Roger dodger. See ya later, Jen.

Jen: Bye Pacey.

*He walks away. Dawson and Jen start walking.*

Jen: Aw, I have health with Mr. Pickering now. Just another person in Capeside who has some insplicable (right word?) grudge against me.

Dawson: You look incredible today.

*He kisses her on the cheek.*

Jen: Well, thank you.

Dawson: So what were you guys talking about before?

Jen: It was nothing, Dawson, really. I don't even remember what it was.

Dawson: Okay.

Jen: Whew. I'm so glad it's Friday. School is making me so stir-crazy. Let's do something crazy this weekend like river-rafting or jump out of a plane naked. We'll have fun.

Dawson: Okay!

*They kiss.*

Jen: I'll see you later.

Dawson: Bye.

*She goes into class.*

*CUT TO Boys locker room.*

Pacey: Did you know that the cheerleaders are doing flips in the gymnasium? How'm I supposed to play ball with a distraction like that?

Dawson: Pacey, what were you and Jen talking about earlier?

Pacey: Dude, you're fixated. Move on.

Dawson: Well you won't tell me so I do believe you were talking trash about me.

Pacey: Hey, don't talk trash, recycle it.

Dawson: Whatever. Jen already told me what you guys were talking about.

Pacey: She did.

Dawson: Mm-hm.

Pacey: She did?

Dawson: Yep.

Pacey: Well, I guess that's cool. I mean, Oompa Loompa is not the worst nick name.

Dawson: You told her people call me Oompa Loompa?!

Pacey: It's not a big deal. Someone was bound to tell her sooner or later. Hey! She thought it was cute. She really did. Dawson, you're not a little Oompa Loompa anymore. You're a big, bad, manly Oompa Loompa.

*Dawson shoves him.*

Pacey: Alright. Peace brotha! *He gets a kung fu stance then walks away.* Tough guy...

*Dawson slams his locker shut.*

*CUT TO Health class.*

Teacher: Last night, your assignment was to read an article on the euthanasia. Would anybody like to comment on the article?

*Jen raises her hand.*

Teacher: Daniel!

Daniel: That doctors are supposed to heal, not to kill.

Teacher: Yes. Helping a patient taking his or her own life is completely at odds with the physician's position.

Jen: I disagree.

Teacher: Ms. Lindley. I don't know how they run classrooms in New York City, but here at Capeside. You raise your hand.

Jen: I'm sorry I just thought that this was a discussion.

Teacher: You disagree.

Jen: Yeah, I do. If a doctor can help someone to die with dignity, I think it's crazy as a society that we put that doctor in jail.

Teacher: Die with dignity? Is this a euphemism for murder and suicide?

Jen: No. If they're in pain or if it's only a matter of time. I mean, don't you think there comes a point when life is no longer worth living?

Teacher: Life is God's most precious gift and it is his decision on when it should end.

Jen: Oh, please.

Teacher: That's enough!

Jen: For someone lying on their death bed, life is not a gift, life's a bitch! I'm sorry I'm just trying to say that if someone--

Teacher: This is not Times Square Ms. Lindley. We don't use that kind of language here. You just bought yourself Saturday detention. Anybody else?

*CUT TO Lunchroom.*

Joey: Fishsticks.

*Grant and another guy budge in front of her in line.*

Joey: Hey Lumberjack there's a line and it starts back there.

Grant: Look who it is? You know I liked your report today, Joey. Got a lot out of it. It was very... stimulating.

Joey: Yeah well you were a great help.

Grant: I also loved it when you called me stupid. I love it when chicks tease me. It turns me on.

Joey: Wooo. This may come as a shock to you but just because you're juiced up on steroids doesn't mean you can barge in line wherever you want you know people have been waiting and it's rude.

Grant: Oh, did I butt in front of you?

Joey: Yeah, you did.

Grant: Oh guys, fellas. God, I feel terrible. But you understand, don't you? It's kind of like your report.

Joey: Excuse me?

Grant: We're like the shoguns and this school is like our castle. Whatever we want, we get.

Joey: Oh really.

Grant: And you can either be my servant or my concubine. What'll it be?

*Joey punches him and throws her tray and the other guy then kicks Grant again. Grant is laying on the floor in pain.*

Joey: Neither.

*CUT TO Gym.*

Gym Teacher: Hit the showers, men, let's go!

Pacey: Hey Dawson, let's play a little one-on-one.

Dawson: What? Why?

Pacey: Because I'm on a role with the ladies. You don't get any play when you're sitting on the bench.

Dawson: Thanks for the sex tips Casanova. I'm hungry, man. I need lunch.

Pacey: It's only going to be for a couple points, man, I'll BUY you lunch. Let's not get crazy I'll buy you a fruit cup, alright? Okay, okay, I'll buy you lunch. You go first.

*They start playing and Pacey makes a basket.*

Pacey: He shoots, he scores! The crowd goes wild. You know what, Dawson, I'm really kickin your ass.

Dawson: If you want to impress the cheerleaders, go shoot freethrows or something, I'm outta here.

Pacey: Don't leave man. I need you. You make me look good.

Dawson: And how do I do that?

Pacey: Well, you suck worse than I do. It was a joke, man, I'm kidding. You can still beat me. Miracles happen all the time. Come on Oompa Loompa.

Dawson: What did you call me?

Pacey: I said, pass me the ball Oompa Loompa, god... *he turns to the cheerleaders* Hey Ladies! I really love what you've done with that last cheer. *He turns back around and Dawson throws the basketball at his face.*

Coach: What the hell?

Cheerleaders: Oh shoot. What happened?

Coach: What's gotten into you, Dawson? You cool off tomorrow, in all day detention.

*CUT TO Dawson and Jen walking down the hallway.*

Dawson: Neither of us deserve to be here.

Jen: Well, I don't, but I kind of think you do.

Dawson: I deserve to be here?

Jen: Dawson, I mean, you hit Pacey in the face with a basketball. You broke his nose.

Dawson: I didn't break his nose.

Jen: Pacey's your best friend.

Dawson: Ever since he lost his virginity he's been copping this attitude with me.

Jen: I thought you had more control over your animal instincts.

Dawson: I wish. But sometimes it seems as if they control me, like when I'm around you.

Jen: Come on, we don't want to be late.

*CUT TO the library. Dawson and Jen walk in and see Pacey.*

Dawson: What are you doing here?

Jen: Oh my God, Pacey, look at you.

Dawson: How's your nose?

Pacey: Broken thank you.

Jen: Oh, God, that must of hurt.

*She reaches to touch it.*

Pacey: Oh hey hey!

Jen: Oh sorry! Sorry. Oh that really sucks.

Pacey: Tell me about it.

Jen: So what are you in detention for?

Pacey: It's, uh, it's a long story.

Dawson: We got 8 hours.

Jen: Oh, it's gonna be so much fun. The three of us sitting around doing nothing. It's just like every other Saturday.

*Voices are heard talking.*

Pacey: Oh my God, that sounds like Abby Morgan.

Jen: Who's Abby Morgan?

Pacey: You've never met Abby Morgan?

Dawson: The girl is from hell, literally. (I don't know if this phrase is right but hey..)

*Abby and the librarian walk in.*

Abby: You're turning me into a juvenile delinquent.

Librarian: It's about school policy, Abby.

Abby: Yeah but I could be outside doing good things for the Capeside community like helping out involids (sp?) and picking up litter. *She sees everybody.* Oh great. It's howdy doody time.

Librarian: Sit down, Abby, and think while you're here in Saturday detention.

Abby: But I could do that at home. You could put me under house arrest. I could just sit in my room and think, think, think about what a bad person I am.

Librarian: Abby... shut up. Hello everyone and welcome to Saturday detention. Detention is not about fun and games. Detention is about pennance. Sit down, Abby. You are all required to stay here in this library until 5:00. While you are here you should be thinking about what you've done to get detention in the first place and what can you do to improve your behavior. Somebody's missing...

*Joey walks up from behind her.*

Joey: It's me, I'm here.

Dawson: Joey?

Joey: Hey everybody. What is this? Some sort of surprise party?

Pacey: Oh yeah. Surprise. Break out the pinnata.

*Joey takes a seat.*

Librarian: Take a seat, you're late. As you know I am the librarian. I have some important work to do in the audio/visual room. If for some reason I have to come out here and discipline you, you will spend the rest of the day shelving books and filing library cards. Now are we down with the program? You are going to be spending the rest of the day together. After 8 hours, you're going to be like family.

Abby: 8 hours?! We're going to murder each other.

Librarian: Well just don't get any blood on the books. And I mean that.

*She leaves and Abby pulls out some gum.*

Abby: Anybody want some gum?

Dawson: Yeah, actually.

Joey: Yeah.

Abby: Yeah, right. Oh my God Pacey, what did you do to your beak? Get into a car accident while picking your nose?

Pacey: No actually. This chump right over here... he threw a basketball at my face.

Abby: Well you should be thanking him. It can't look any worse than it did before. Is that why you're in here Dawson? Attempted manslaughter?

*Dawson nods.*

Abby: How about you Pacey? Did you get in trouble for damaging school equipment with your face?

Dawson: He's not telling.

Abby: Oh, must be embarressing. Did you make up another cockamamie story about sleeping with a teacher?

Pacey: No. It's none of your business.

Abby: Oh, secret's drive me crazy. If you tell us, I'll give you a piece of gum. Oh, you're so cool. Fine. Keep your boring little secret. How about you Jen? What's your crime?

Jen: I said bitch in class. It's just Mr. Pickering. He has this whole small-town mentality like a lot of people here do.

Joey: Oh, I'm so sorry. It must be so hard for you to put up with us Simpletons.

Jen: That's not what I meant.

Joey: Must be a real bitch for ya!

Abby: Rrrrear! Catfight! Ladies in your corners. How about you Joey? What are you in here for? Not that I'm surprised. I mean, incarceration does seem to run in your family.

Joey: Go to hell.

Jen: I think you're the bitch Abby.

Abby: Okay, Miss Big Apple. If you want to hang with these backwater blacksheep don't let me stop you.

*Time lapse.*

Joey: I slugged Grant Bodine.

Dawson: You slugged Grant Bodine?

Abby: No, is that why he left school early?

Joey: Yeah.

Abby: Oh, come on. That is moronic even for you. I mean, Grant Bodine is like the king of the school and a total fox. Why did they put me in here with all you violent offenders?

Dawson: What did you do Abby?

Joey: Yeah.

Abby: Don't go there, Dawson.

Jen: We told you.

Joey: Yeah.

Abby: Look, I don't want to blow your mind.

Pacey: I think we can handle this one, alright?

Abby: I don't think you can, Pinocchio.

Pacey: Hit me with it.

Abby: Okay. Ever been to the boy's locker room?

*Dawson and Pacey nod.*

Abby: Ever heard of a little drug called ecstasy?

*The group acknowledges they have.*

Abby: Ever heard of an orgy?

*Pacey makes the funniest face right here. I crack up when I see it.*

Abby: That's all I can tell you. Sufficed to say that some people in this school aren't afraid to experience some erotic pleasure. But I don't kiss and tell. That's all I can say. Sorry.

*Time lapse*

Dawson: This is so Breakfast Club.

Jen: Breakfast Club?

Dawson: Yeah that John Hughes movie where the five kids are stuck in detention all day.

Joey: Yeah at first they hate each other and then they become really, really good friends.

Jen: Oh yeah that movie stunk. Whatever happened to those actors?

Dawson: Anthony Michael Hall developed some weird thyroid condition, Molly Ringwald lost her gauky enjenu appeal, and the rest are laguishing somewhere in tv obscurity.

Pacey: No way! Emilio Estevez! He was in those Duck movies, remember? God, those were classics, so funny....

*Everybody gives him a look.*

Pacey: What?

*time lapse*

Jen: You know my best friend in New York, her older sister used to babysit Ally Sheedy.

Joey: Ohh, you mean you know somebody who knows somebody who knows Ally Sheedy?

Abby: Yeah, Jen, you're just so glamorous.

Jen: Oh, well, we can't all be like you Abby and have ecstacy gang-bangs on the floor of the locker room.

Abby: Mrs. Tringle! Mrs. Tringle!

Jen: Oh come on!

*CUT TO Mrs. Tringle watching TV and then back to Abby.*

Mrs. Tringle: What is it?

Abby: I do have a bladder and it's about to burst. Can I please be excused to go use the bathroom?

*CUT TO the group heading towards the rest rooms.*

Abby: I'm surprised she isn't following us into the stalls.

*CUT TO Dawson and Pacey in the guy's restroom.*

*CUT TO Abby putting on lipstick in the girl's restroom.*

Abby: I may be reaching but I think you guy's have some weird sexual tension thing going on. Am I right?

*The toilets' flush.*

*time lapse - back in library.*

Abby: I'm so bored.

Pacey: Well where's your ecstasy Abby? You and I can just go on down to the boy's locker room and you know.

Abby: I don't have any left and if I did I wouldn't waste it on Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer.

Pacey: What? You're not going to let Rudolph join in any of your perverted reindeer games?

Abby: Hey now there's an idea, games. We could all play a game.

Pacey: Really? What do you want to play? Pin the tail on the ho-bag, huh?

Abby: We should play truth or dare. Please? I'll be your best friend. Okay, I'll go first. Dawson. You can ask me anything. I'll tell the truth.

Dawson: Forget about it, Abby.

Abby: Come on, Dawson. Isn't there anything you've ever wanted to ask me?

Dawson: Yeah are you really an alien and what planet are you from?

Abby: No and Earth. Okay, my turn.

Dawson: Wait a minute.

Abby: No, that was your question.

Dawson: That wasn't a question that was a joke.

Abby: Look there are rules to this game and your turn is over now it's my turn. Okay... Pacey! Truth or dare Pacey?

Pacey: Alright Abby. Just remember, I'm next.

Abby: Oh, I'm so scared, truth or dare Pacey?

Pacey: Dare... truth... I don't care.

Abby: Okay, truth. Pacey, why are you in detention?

Pacey: Well, uh, it's just, uh, I want a dare.

Joey: Oh come on Pacey, just tell us.

Pacey: Hey. I want a dare.

Abby: You are such a wuss. Fine, dare. I dare you to kiss on the lips for 10 seconds... Jen!

Dawson: What?

Abby: We're waiting.

Pacey: This is stupid.

Jen: Yeah nobody wants to play this game anyways.

Joey: I do. And Pacey said dare, better do what she says.

Pacey: Fine. What do I care?

*They kiss*

Pacey: Okay, Joey, Miss "you better do what she says". What'll it be truth or dare?

Joey: No, you said--

Pacey: Ah-ha-ha-ha. Truth or dare?

Joey: Truth.

Pacey: Okay. Who do you like?

Joey: Who do I like?

Pacey: Very simple. Who are you in love with? The truth.

Joey: Did I say truth? I meant dare.

Abby: You guys are such wimps. Can't any of you handle the truth?

Joey: I'll do anything. I'll climb through the ventilation chaps or I'll go flash Mrs. Tringle.

Pacey: Okay, perfect. Then in keeping with our kissing theme, Joey I dare you to kiss on the lips for 15 seconds, Dawson Leery.

Joey: No. No way.

Dawson: Pacey grow up!

Abby: No, you have to do it, Joey.

Pacey: You did say you'd do anything.

Joey: Fine. Dawson, c'mere.

Pacey: Go on.

Abby: I'll keep the time.

*They kiss.*

Abby: 13... 14... 15.

*They stop.*

Abby: So are we having fun yet? Your turn. Earth to dimwit. Come in, dimwit.

Joey: Okay, Jen. Truth or dare?

Jen: Truth.

Joey: Out of all the guys at Capeside, is Dawson the one you're most attracted to?

Jen: Is Dawson the one I like the best? Of course.

Joey: No, I didn't ask you if he was the one you liked the best I asked if he was the one you're the most attracted to.

Jen: What do you mean attracted to?

Dawson: She means attracted. Physically attracted.

Joey: Is he the guy you're hottest for? I mean, when you look at Dawson do you want to just jump his bones? Or is it that you like his personality the best but in terms of lust you'd rather boink somebody else like Pacey.

Jen: No, I like Dawson.

Joey: Yeah, but do you lust for him?

Jen: That's a stupid question.

Dawson: Why is it a stupid question?

Pacey: I'm totally okay with this question.

Jen: It's stupid because... it's stupid because... the answer is yes, obviously. I lust for Dawson. I'm hot for Dawson. Maybe if you spent less time...forget it.

Joey: What? Come on, Jen, tell me, I can handle it. What do you have to say?

Jen: Maybe if you spent less time dwelling on me and Dawson you might have a boyfriend of your own.

Joey: Oh yeah, wouldn't that just be heaven on earth. To call one of these pigs at Capeside my boyfriend and be some perky cheerleader who gets pumped and dumped by the school jocks. Yeah, have sex with Grant Bodine on the locker room floor. Wouldn't that be great?

Abby: Just like a true lesbian (don't know if this phrase is right)

Joey: Yeah I wish I was a lesbian. And Jen I'm not dwelling on your relationship with Dawson so just get over yourself.

Dawson: Okay, I dare all of us.

Pacey: To do what?

Dawson: To follow me, it's time for a jail break.

*They walk out and pass the doorway where Mrs. Tringle is watching soaps.*

Abby: We're totally gonna get caught.

Jen: Nope, we're not. Mrs. Tringle is in there watching Days of Our Lives which means she probably taped a week's worth of episodes which means she has an hour and a half left to go so we should have an hour of freedom.

Joey: What exactly are we doing out here anyway?

Jen: Well I suggest we play a new game. This one is a friendly, fun for the whole family, adventure called Guess My Butt.

Abby: Guess My Butt?

*CUT TO Pacey sitting on a copier making a copy of his naked butt.*

Pacey: That felt good.

Jen: Okay, Pacey it's time to pull up your pants now. Okay, now it's time to play guess my butt.

Abby: They all look the same.

Jen: No, if you look closely they have subtle differences.

Abby: This one is so perky and petite. It's got to be mine.

Jen: And this one has got to be Pacey's!

Dawson: How do you know?

Jen: I can just tell.

Pacey: Duh cause she's checked it out.

Dawson: Don't make me ill.

Pacey: Oh please, she can't help herself. My butt, really, it's like a magnet, chicks they just can't keep their eyes off.

*The girls laugh.*

Dawson: Stop man, you're pathetic.

Pacey: You're just jealous?

Dawson: Of you? This is...

Pacey: Dawson, this is so blatant. That's why you threw the basketball at my nose and that's why you've been acting like such a puke.

Dawson: Me? I've been acting like a puke?

Jen: Dawson, don't get upset.

Pacey: Hey, you're just jealous of me. You're jealous of me because I'm a better athlete. You're jealous of me because I've got a better sex life.

Dawson: Yeah, Pacey, you're a real Don Juan.

Pacey: At least my nickname was never Oompa Loompa.

Dawson: The reality of it Pacey is that you're not good at anything. You are a total failure not to mention the laughing stock of the entire school.

Jen: Come on guys, stop.

Abby: Can't we all just get along?

Pacey: You know, I never knew what it did to a man's ego to lose a basketball game.

Dawson: I didn't lose that game.

Pacey: Do you want a rematch?

Dawson: I'll wup you anytime, anywhere.

*CUT TO gymnasium.*

Jen: Why are you doing this?

Dawson: I'm not going to let him toss his rocks off (?) at my expense. The guy has sex one time and he thinks he's Will Chambers.

Jen: That's what it's about? Sex?

Dawson: No. But you know it is a little humiliating. I'm the one with the girlfriend and he's giving me sex tips.

Jen: Dawson this is stupid, you don't have to do this.

*Joey and Abby are walking on the bleachers.*

Joey: Hmm, this should be interesting.

Pacey: Alright, Oompa Loompa. This is your moment of truth.

Dawson: If I win you have to tell us all why you're in detention.

Pacey: Me? Lose this? Come on, stay off the crack, pal. Come on.

*They start playing.*

Abby: Pacey you're supposed to get it in the net. My dog plays basketball better than you two.

Jen: This is ridiculous. I mean, why do guys feel the need to compete over everything?

Abby: Oh yeah, us sisters never compete over anything. Dawson, nice airball.

Joey: Don't you think you should go get some pom-poms Jen? Cheer your man on.

Jen: Alright Joey, I give up, you win. I keep trying to get you to like me but there's nothing I can do is there?

Joey: What do you mean? Whatever. I like you.

Jen: Come on, Joey, I'm not a fool. All your little catty comments are not lost on me. I mean, what did I ever do to you? All I've ever done is try to be your friend.

Abby: You all can never be friends as long as you keep fighting over the same guy. Joey, it's obvious you're in love with Dawson.

Joey: You're wrong.

Abby: I saw a kiss that could set the atlantic ocean on fire. Don't tell me I'm wrong about these things. That kiss was intense. Well, I can see you guys have a lot to talk about. I'm parched. I'm going to get some water.

Jen: Joey I know this has got to be kind of--

Joey: Look, I don't want to talk about it. With you.

Jen: I know. It's okay. I understand.

Joey: Why do you have to be like this?

Jen: Like what?

Joey: So nice. God. It would be so much easier if you were just a total wench, that's all.

Jen: Well, I guess I could try to be more of a wench.

*Joey gives her a look.*

*CUT TO Abby looking up at a clock.*

Abby: Guys! We've got to get back to the library right now!

Pacey: No way.

*Dawson makes a basket*

Dawson: Yes!

Pacey: That's not fair!

Abby: Guys, seriously, if we don't get our xeroxed butts back to the library in the next two minutes we're doomed!

Pacey: Girls, yo, locker room's quicker.

*They run down the halls and see Mrs. Tringle waiting for them.*

Pacey: Hey Mrs. Tringle. How's in hangin'?

*CUT TO library.*

Librarian: Is there any reason why I shouldn't give you all detention next Saturday?

Abby: Yes. We were starving. Mrs. Tringle you can't keep us locked up here in this library with no food. I am a member of Amnesty International.

Librarian: So you went to the gym to what? Eat a basketball?

Abby: No. We didn't know what we were doing. We were delirious.

Librarian: Abby if I hear one more peep out of you...

Abby: Mrs.--

*Pacey covers her mouth.*

Librarian: These cards need sorting.

*She dumps them out.*

Librarian: You will spend the rest of the afternoon arranging the cards alphabetically. If even one card is out of order you all will spend next Saturday here with me in detention. Are you hip to my lingo?

*She leaves and Pacey, Jen, Joey, and Dawson start picking up the cards.*

Dawson: Abby are you going to help or not?

Abby: Oh, I can't. I have carpal tunnel syndrome.

*time lapse. Joey hands Pacey her cards and Pacey takes them to Dawson.*

Dawson: Ohh. Last one.

Jen: Thank God.

*Mrs. Tringle walks in.*

Librarian: How are those cards coming?

Abby: Oh, good. We have them finished Mrs. Tringle.

Librarian: It's 4:30. You should all be able to go home soon.

Abby: Mrs. Tringle. Oh you have such pretty eyes. Have you ever thought about contacts?

Librarian: Abby, you don't have to flatter me. You've served your time in detention. Hopefully you've learned something. Excessive tardies will not be tolerated here at Capeside.

*She leaves.*

Dawson: Excessive tardies?

Joey: What happened to the ecstasy Abby?

Jen: And the orgy on the floor of the boy's locker room?

Pacey: I knew this from the very beginning. I saw through your school slut routine. You're a liar.

Abby: Takes one to know one.

Pacey: Oh, please. Spare me. You're nothing but a white-bred, country club goody-two-shoes with a bad case of potty mouth.

Abby: Oh no. Pacey's onto me. I can never show my face in public again. Big deal. I was just trying to make the day more interesting. The question is why are you in detention?

Dawson: Yeah, that was the deal remember? If you lost the game you'd have to tell us why you are in detention.

Pacey: That game was a sham.

Dawson: A deal's a deal.

Jen and Joey: Come on, Pacey.

Pacey: You know what? It's just not going to happen okay?

Dawson: Can't expect Pacey to 'fess up to anything.

Pacey: I am so sick and tired of you copping this attitude with me.

Dawson: I want to trust you, Pacey.

Pacey: You want to trust me? Like I'm going to steal your girlfriend or something.

Dawson: I wouldn't put it past you. You'd do anything for sex.

Pacey: That sucks, Dawson. Is that the way you feel about me?

Dawson: What am I supposed to think? You kissed my girlfriend!

Jen: It was a dare!

Pacey: Thank you.

Dawson: You guys were totally into it.

Jen: Well, I wasn't. No offense.

Pacey: None taken.

Dawson: That whole Oompa-Loompa thing.

Pacey: Oh, for the love of God, Dawson. You've blown that thing way out of proportion.

Dawson: Maybe I have, alright? But you don't understand. You don't get it. Those two words, Oompa Loompa. I HATE those words. It's like every insecurity I have about myself exists inside those two words. And when you call me that it's like you're exposing me for not being Mr. Varsity Athlete. For not being sexually experienced. I'm a virgin alright? I'm not some sex stud like you.

Pacey: Sex stud? Please tell me you're joking Dawson. Okay, do you want to know why I'm in here?

Dawson: Yeah.

Pacey: You all have to swear that this never leaves this room.

Joey: I swear.

Jen: Cross my heart.

*Pacey points at Abby.*

Abby: I swear. *then when pacey turns away she crosses her fingers.*

Pacey: Okay. Yesterday, after you totally busted up my nose with that basketball, the cheerleaders were being really friendly towards me. Bandaging up my nose, and hugging me and stuff. I got a little excited.

Joey: Oh no.

Pacey: I went in the bathroom to, uh, relieve the tension.

Abby: Oh my God...

Pacey: Yeah and the coach came in and wanted to check up on my nose...

Abby: He saw a lot more than just your nose, didn't he?

Pacey: Yeah, well, needless to say that's why I'm here.

Abby: That's the most embarressing story I've ever heard.

Pacey: Thanks. So do you think you can stop throwing basketballs at my face now, Dawson? I think it's glaringly obvious that I'm not going to steal your girlfriend. I mean, at least you have a girlfriend. I've got nothing left.

Abby: You have your hand.

Dawson: You're right. I've been taking my frustrations out on you. I guess I'm just looking for a reason why....

Jen: What? Why what?

Dawson: Why you don't want me.

Jen: Hey Dawson. I like you.

Dawson: Yeah but it's not enough that you like me. I want you to want me.

Jen: You're like a God to me Dawson, and I don't even believe in God. I mean, this school hasn't exactly welcomed me with open arms. It seems like everybody here hates me and I don't know why. If it's because I'm from New York, or because I'm different. It seems like my life here is just one big detention that I can't escape, but then, I think about you. And about how I've met a guy who's so romantic, and so caring, and who I like, and who I want so much. Dawson it's because of you that I get through the bad days. And if you think I want you to be some big, varsity sex stud then you're crazy.

Dawson: I understand that you want to take things slow, I do. And I don't want to rush you. I don't want to be that guy. But I'm human, I have hormones. And to say that I've never thought about having sex with you, I'd be lying. The thought crosses my mind. About a thousand times a day.

Jen: Well just a thousand? That's nothing.

Dawson: Pacey, I've been a real jerk. I'm really sorry about your nose, man.

Pacey: I'm sorry I called you Oompa Loompa, man. It shouldn't come as much of as surprise. Considering I'm such a screw-up.

Dawson: You're not a screw-up.

Pacey: Yeah, I am a screw-up and everybody knows it.

*Abby nods.*

Pacey: But Dawson, you're my best friend, man. I don't want to screw that up.

Joey: You know when did everyone because so obsessed with sex? Now, you too, Dawson. If you're worried that everyone's more experienced than you, you can rest easy because you still have one friend who will probably go to her grave a virgin.

Dawson: Joey it's just a matter of time.

Joey: Until what? My brain short circuits and I start bedding down with every guy with a fast car and big biceps?

Dawson: Before you find the right person.

Joey: I have.

Dawson: Joey?

Joey: I'm sorry Dawson. I don't know what's going on. I have all these feelings. These weird feelings. And I don't know how to say it and I can't say it. I mean, you know everything about me, everything. And I still can't say this. I can't. And I just feel really lonely.

Dawson: You're not alone.

Joey: Yes I am.

Dawson: Jo, I'm here for you now, okay? Nothing you can say is going to change that. Maybe if you just say these things then they'll be out in the open and your feelings won't be as strong anymore. Like you could be free.

Joey: I can't. I can't. If I say these things, I can't ever take them back. It'll change everything and I can't do that. I can't.

Librarian: Well, everyone, congratulations. You've done your time. You can go home now.

*They all just sit there.*

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DAWSON'S CREEK
1X08 - BOYFRIEND
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*Exterior shot of Dawson Leery's house. His voice is heard but he is not yet seen* Dawson: Boring. Nah.

*He is shown laying on his bed flipping through the channels on his television. He turns the show Wheel of Fortune on*

Dawson: Wouldn't watch it if you paid me.

*He flips through a bunch of other shows*

Dawson: Rerun, homeshopping, Spanish, Japanese, Lebanese?

*Dawson turns the channel to a show that is scrambled*

Dawson: Adult Movie Channel scrambled.

*Dawson sits up in his bed and tilts his head to watch the show for a few seconds before changing the channel to the movie Meet John Doe*

Dawson: No. American Movie Classics it is.

*He hears a noise coming from his window, looks over ad sees Joey Potter entering*

Dawson: Hey Jo.

Joey: Hey. Remember that guy who went on the killing pree and was found innocent after claiming sleep deprivation?

*Joey sits down on the window seat directly under he window*

Dawson: Yeah, he went postal. Took out like half of that fast food restaurant.

Joey: Well, I think I need to call his lawyer.

Dawson: *laughing* Let me guess, Bessie and Bodie's new addition's appointed for the night?

Joey: I swear to God, Dawson, my sister gave birth to Rosemary's baby. I mean, i haven't slept for days and my G.P.A. is taking a nosedive and ummm, last week I got caught in a pool of drool in European History.

Dawson: Ewww, that's pretty.

*Dawson motions towards the empty side of his bed*

Dawson: Ah, crash here.

Joey: You sure?

Dawson: Yeah. No drooling now!

*Joey gets up from the window seat, walks over to the bed, stands and glances at what's on the television*

Joey: Dawson, are you still in this old movie classics kick? Don't you think it's time you take a stroll down New Releases Lane?

*Joey sits on the bed*

Dawson: I've seen everything in the video store twice. Trust me, there's nothing on the tube.

Joey: Dawson, your goober's kind of a snoozer.

*Joey lays down on the bed and gets comfortable*

Dawson: Exactly.

*Dawson sits up in his bed with his hand on his knee*

Dawson: See, in the 40's, you could be a well-intentional geek and still end up with the girl. I mean, whatever happened to the standard Gary Cooper types, you know. Likeable but not too self involved, smart without being arrogant. I mean, come on, what happened to that guy?

*Dawson looks over and sees Joey fast asleep*

Dawson: That's what I thought.

*Dawson lays back down and continues watching the movie*

*Theme to Dawson's Creek*

*Exterior shot of Dawson's house the next morning. Gail and Mitch are in the kitchen preparing their breakfasts*

Gail: So, big meeting with the investors this morning?

*Gail pours herself a glass of orange juice*

Mitch: Uh huh *pauses* You're interviewing the police commissioner right?

Gail: At ten. *pauses* You look great.

Mitch: *looking over at her* So do you.

Gail: Thanks.

Mitch: You are welcome.

*They bump into each other when their paths cross on the way to the breakfast table*

Gail: Sorry

Mitch: It's okay.

Gail: Dr. Keenan's at three?

Mitch: Right.

Gail: He says we're making progress

Mitch: Yep, he does.

*Mitch picks up his cup of coffee to take a sip but notices Dawson coming out of his bedroom*

Mitch: Dawson.

Gail: Ah, Dawson, honey, have some breakfast.

Mitch: Take a load off.

Dawson: Actually I can't. I'm running a little late this morning.

Mitch: How's school going?

Dawson: Fine, great. I gotta go.

*Dawson leaves them, stops at the door and listens to his parents'conversation*

Gail: So... big meeting with the investors today.

Mitch: Same one as two and a half minutes ago.

*Exterior shot of Capeside. Pacey Witter is sitting on a bench overlooking the creek next to a older gentleman*

Pacey: You know, this town is the absolute embodiment of dull. Apart from the occasional sex scandal provided by yours truely, nothing happens here.

*Pacey gets up from the bench, spies a soda can and starts kicking it*

Pacey: Ah, man, I swear one day this town is just going to shut down completely due to lack of interest.

*Pacey starts to cross the street when a car comes flying around the corner. Pacey jumps back to the curb to avoid being hit. The car flies by him*

Pacey: *shouting* Hey! Watch it, man.

*The car backs up to where Pacey is standing. The driver turns out to be Jen's ex boyfriend Billy from New York.*

Billy: Listen, maybe you can help me out?

Pacey: With what? Driving lessons?

Billy: No, but that's that's really cute. I'm looking for the high school.

Pacey: Capeside High?

Billy: Yeah. *Pacey seems lost in his own world* You going to help me out or do I have to ask Captain Ahab over there?

*Billy points to the older gentleman still seated on the bench*

Pacey: Yeah, yeah ,yeah. Oh sorry, alright, so you want to take this road about another mile, take a left on Glen Street, then ah, you know you're probably going to have to write this down, sport.

*Billy points to his head*

Billy: Total recall.

Pacey: *laughing* So you get to that first stop sign after Glen Street and take a left. The high school is right there, you can't miss it. You know what? I'm headed in that direction right now. So if you want to give me a ride, I'd be happy to navigate you.

Billy: And ride with such a reckless driver? C'mon, does that sound smart to you?

*Billy drives away leaving Pacey to walk to school*

*Exterior shot of Joey Potter's house. She is seen pounding on the bathroom door*

Joey: Bodie, I need to dry my hair.

*Joey goes over, looks at her nephew, then to her dresser that she is sharing at the moment with Bessie.*

Joey: You know, this is *my* dresser.

Bessie: Well, I'm going to be late for work.

*Bessie looks over and notices what Joey looks like*

Bessie: You look like hell.

Joey: Yeah, well, the human alarm clock kept me up all night. I overslept and I didn't even have time to cram for my Spanish test.

Bessie: Look, I know things have been crazy around here since Alexander was born but it's the first time for Bodie and I and the learning curve has been a little steep. But I promise, things will settle down around here just as soon as we get through this adjustment period.

Joey: Yeah, when will that be?

Bessie: Two, three years, max!

Joey:*sarcastically* Wonderful.

*Joey leaves her house and heads to school*

*Capeside High. Joey and Dawson are sitting on some hallway steps. Dawson has Joey's Spanish book in his hands quizzing her for her test*

Joey: Mi hermano de la micar.

Dawson: Si, si.

Joey: Thanks, Dawson. I really appreciate this.

Dawson: Not a problem. I just wish they would teach some more useful Spanish phrases.

Joey: So, where's girlfriend this morning?

Dawson: Don't know. Haven't seen her. Pay attention. Ummm, my uncle's bicycle is from Mexico.

Joey: Ahh, La bicicleta es mi tio es de Mexico.

Dawson: That's it. You're brilliant.

Joey: It was just that you know, you haven't said much lately. Things between you and Jen okay? Everything going smoothly?

Dawson: Great. *pauses* I mean, I admit, it got rough there for a little while but yeah, things are going great.

Joey: Good, that's really good.

*The school bell rings signaling class*

Dawson: Bueno.

*Joey and Dawson get up from the stairs and sees Jen coming down*

Joey: Bueno. alright, bueno.

Jen: *to Dawson* Hey, what's up with you?

Dawson: Hey, how are you?

*Dawson leans over and kisses her*

Jen: Mmm, good.

Dawson: *grabs her hand* Come on.

Jen: You know, I like your vest.

Dawson: Thank you. *to Joey who's following them* Here's your book. Good luck, okay? *to Jen* I assume we're still on for bowling tonight?

Jen: Absolutely. Can't wait.

Joey: I'll see you, guys.

Dawson: Bye Joey. *to Jen* So, can I walk you to Math?

*Jen notices Billy leaning against the lockers by the school entrance*

Jen: Ah, actually, ah, damn, i forgot. Can I catch up with you later, Dawson?

Dawson: Yeah.

Jen: Yeah, I'll see you in class, okay?

Dawson: Okay.

Jen: Okay.

Dawson: Alright.

*Dawson leaves her and turns down a hallway. He stops and looks over to see where Jen went. He sees her go up to Billy and watches them*

*Jen walks over to Billy*

Jen: Billy, what the hell are you doing here?

Billy: Is that how you greet the love of your love?

Jen: Look, I'm sorry. ah, hello, Billy, please leave.

*Billy leans over to kiss her*

Jen: NO!

Billy: Jenny, I drove all night just to see you.

Jen: New York is only four hours from here.

Billy: I got lost?

Jen: Billy, do you have any idea what my grandmother would do if she found out you were here? I mean, the whole reason I was sent to Capeside was to get away from you, Billy. Things have changed, okay? Believe it or not, I've changed. I'm not the same person that you knew in New York.

Billy: Alright. then tell me about it. Look, go for a ride with me and you can fill me in on all the advances. Huh? Come on, two minutes. Is that too much to ask?

Jen: Alright Billy, but I'm keeping time.

*Jen leaves school with Billy*

*Dawson is shocked to see Jen leave with Billy but is even more surprised when Cliff Elliott taps him on the shoulder*

Cliff: Dawson?

Dawson:*turns around* Uh, hi.

Cliff: Hey, look, I'm looking for Jen. You don't know where she is this period do you?

Dawson: No, I don't. Sorry.

Cliff: Well, give her a message, will you? Tell her I'm having a Bar-B-Que at my house this Saturday and I'd love it if she'd make it. Hey, what the hell, why don't you come too?

Dawson: Cool, sounds great.

Cliff: And one other thing. I don't know if you can help me with it. Jen doesn't have a boyfriend does she?

Dawson: Yeah she does *pauses* me

Cliff: Really?

Dawson: Yeah.

Cliff: That's, that's terrific, man.

* Cliff leaves and Dawson is seen standing in the hallway*

*Mitch and Gail are sitting in their house. Gail is sitting at a desk looking at recreational ads. Mitch is at the breakfast table reading the newspaper*

Gail: What about sailing lessons? Fencing? No, no, no, what about scubadiving?

Mitch: Expensive. You need tanks and fins. Those aren't cheap. And some overpaid instructor at forty bucks an hour. Of course, you're the family bread winner, so that's really not my call is it?

Gail: Well, I would love to do it, Mitch. Dr. Keenan wants us to expericence new things that neither of has ever done before.

Mitch: Well, hey, why didn't you say so? We've never tried swinging or spouse swapping. Wouldn't that be more appealing to your recreational taste?

Gail: When are you going to stop punishing me?

Mitch: When I can get the vision of my naked wife playing hide the... when it stops hurting.

*Jen and Billy are standing on the lawn between her house and Dawson's. *

Jen: Billy, being here has been good for me. And, so, if I could somehow, without being too rude, ask you to leave.

Billy: Okay, but help me out here, Jen. I'm way too beat to make this ride tonight and I'm a little straped for hotel money. So, just find me a place to crash for the night and I'm out of here by morning.

*Dawson is walking home from school and comes over to see what is going on with Jen*

Dawson: Is everything okay?

Jen: Dawson, hi. Yeah, everything's fine. It was..

Billy: Hey, how's it going *extends his hand to Dawson* Billy Conrad.

*Dawson shakes Billy's hand*

Jen: Billy's an old friend of mine from New York. Uh, can I talk to you for a second, Dawson?

Dawson: Yeah.

*Jen and Dawson walk closer to his house*

Jen: Look, I know this is kind of awkward but would it be okay tonight, if Billy stayed with you at your house?

Dawson: *outraged* Stay with me for the night? Jen, I don't even know him. I just met him. He's a complete stranger to me. I don't know anything about him.

Jen: Okay. What do you want to know?

Dawson: I don't know where to start. First of all, is he really just a friend or is something more than that?

Jen: Dawson, first of all, I've already told you about Billy.

*Dawson looks over at Billy who's getting his luggage out of his car*

Jen: I told him everything about us. And that I'm with you now. But he's still my friend and only my friend

Dawson: Is he the guy? He's the person you got caught doing in your parents' bed.

Jen: Yeah, but it's completely over between Billy and I. and I'd really appreciate it if you could give him a place to crash for the night. Believe me, Dawson, anything Billy ever meant to me, you now mean two times that. Please Dawson, for me?

*Billy walks over and puts his luggage on Dawson's shoulder*

Billy: Thank you, sir.

Dawson: Yeah, no problem.

*Dawson walks over and throws Billy's luggage back to him*

*It's evening time and Dawson is sitting at his desk next to his computer working on something. Billy is checking out Dawson's room*

Billy: This must be pretty weird for you, huh?

Dawson: What's that?

Billy: Having me here. Having your girlfriend's ex sharing your bedroom. I mean, that's got to be a real trip, man.

Dawson: It's only until tomorrow.

Billy: Oh yeah, that's what Jenny said. Tomorrow, right? So what are you anyways, some sort of film buff?

Dawson: Something like that.

Billy: Oh, now this is cute.

*Billy hold up a stuffed ET doll. Dawson gets up and snatches it away from him*

Dawson: That's a collector's item. Look Billy, if you're going to be staying another day, I should know, Jen should know.

Billy: Okay, how about this? I'm not leaving tomorrow. In fact, I have no intention of leaving until Jen's thrown you over and come back to me. So, the question is, what do you do about it? Do you have Daddy throw me out? Do you remove me personally from the premises?* laughs* Have a sense of humor man. Look at you. You're all trumped up over nothing. Yeah, I'll probably split tomorrow. But in the meantime, you and I should take advantage of our newfound closeness here. *throws himeself down on Dawson's bed* I bet you're dying to get to know what Jen was like in New York. So, shoot. Ask away.

Dawson:*leaning against his desk* Billy, I already know all about you and Jen and her life in New York. There's nothing I'm curious about. No info I'm subtly fishing for, okay? She told me everything.

Billy: *sitting up on the bed* She gave you the headlines. Caught in bed, shipped up here to get away from me, etc, etc, and so on. But did she give you the details? Did she fill in the blanks that make a story a story? Because my guess is there's a lot you don't know about, Dawson.My guess is, you don't know the half of it.

*Joey is at her house babysitting Alexander. The baby is sound asleep and Joey is reading a magazine. Dawson comes rushing through her front door*

Dawson: Joey, I really need to talk to you. My life is rapidily turning into some seriously disturbing joke.

Joey: Shhh, you wake him up, your life will be over.

*Dawson and Joey go into the next room to avoid waking the baby up*

Joey: So, what's the problem?

Dawson: Okay, you know how yesterday, I said everything between Jen and me were great? Well it's not. It's a mess. Her ex boyfriend from New York is here and he's staying at my house.

Joey: Oh, so that's who that cute guy was in school yesterday?

Dawson: You're not helping.

Joey: Look, what' s the big deal? I mean, I thought you were with Jen. You guys are a couple, right?

Dawson: Yeah, of course.

Joey: So?

Dawson: Well, you know, it's just that Mr. Smooth rides into town and Dawson bowling starts sounding pretty lame.

Joey: Dawson, bowling always sounds lame.

Dawson: Look, umm, Billy's staying at my house which I hate okay, but if I kick me out, I look petty and insecure but if I let him stay, I feel like a patsy.

Joey: Well, ummm.

Dawson: I'm beginning to think relationship problems run in my family.

Joey: Dawson, I hate to break it to you but your problems really aren't that original. You know, divorce and dysfunction run rapid in this town.So I...

Dawson: Dysfunction I can handle. Divorce I... How much pain and humilation can a relationship endure before it reaches the point of no return?

Joey: Are we talking about the father or the son here? Dawson, relax, don't worry about it. You know, it's all going to blow over and you're going to be on to bigger and better problems before you know it.

Dawson: You think so?

Joey: Really.

Dawson: Just sit tight?

Joey: It's all going to be fine

Dawson: You're right. Thanks.*playfully slugs her on the shoulder* You're the best.

*Dawson leaves slamming the door in the process, waking up the baby. Joey bangs her head against the wall and goes to settle Alexander down. Dawson is then, seen rowing back across the creek to his house*

*Dawson and Jen are walking along the creek bank. Dawson is walking ahead of her arm in arm with her. Dawson doeesn't seem to really care that she's there*

Jen: You know, I really did want to let you know, Dawson, how much I appreciate your generousity and giving him a place to crash and everything.

*Jen drops her arm from Dawson's as they continue walking towards their houses*

Dawson: He's not exactly here to watch the leaves change colors is he, Jen *looks at the empty expression‎ on her face* No, I didn't think so. I think he's here to get you back. I don't know whether you think I'm super evolved or just plain oblivious to everything.

Jen: Look, Dawson, I told him it's over with us. I told him everything about us. You know that.

Dawson: I don't think he's getting the message and quite frankly, I don't think you want him to.

*Dawson turns to face her with his hands in his pockets. Jen is facing him with her arms folded across her chest*

Jen: Look, Dawson, I don't want to lie to you. Yeah, Billy, still has feelings for me. I mean, we never really got a chance to say good-bye. My parents threw me out of New York so fast, there was never any time for closure.

Dawson: I thought you wanted to make a break from all those guys who sexualized you way too young?

Jen: But Billy wasn't one of them. He was the only guy who ever treated me with respect. He treated me well.

Dawson: So you're going back to him? *looks for a reaction from her* You have to think about that?

Jen: It's just not that simple, alright? It's confusing.

Dawson: We're invited to a party at Cliff Elliott's tonight and I want you to come with me. I want things to go back to normal and I want Billy gone.

Jen: Look, I just can't send him away like that.

Dawson: Of course. He's treated you with nothing but respect. But you know what, Jen, last time I checked, so did I. And how do I get repaid? By having the guy who's had you everywhere from Battery Park to your parents' bed dumped on me as my new bunkmate.

Jen: *getting upset* Dawson, come on, be fair to me, alright? Look this isn't the easiest situation in the world for me either. I mean, imagine if some ex girlfriend of yours suddenly showed up to town and just put everything in a worldwind. How would you feel?

Dawson: You know what, Jen? That's impossible,ok? Because I don't have a ex girlfriend. You're my girlfriend, my first and only. All I'm trying to do is prevent Billy's ex from becoming my ex too.

Jen: My feelings for you haven't changed, Dawson, can't you see that? Try and understand.

Dawson: Unfortunately, I think I do.

*Dawson stomps off clearly upset and Jen looks at him with disgust and goes to her house*

*Pacey is sitting behind the counter at the video store that he and Dawson work at. He is watching Anaconda when Joey walks in. He turns the movie off to talk to her*

Joey: Look, I need to rent the English Patient.

Pacey: May I suggest to you a movie that doesn't completely blow?

Joey: No, because it was on cable last night and it put the baby to sleep. In fact, it's the only thing that's put baby to sleep, because baby never sleeps. And if baby doesn't sleep, I don't sleep. If I don't sleep, I get angry. I get irritable and I can no longer maintain my sunny deposition. So, Pacey, if you even have the slightest bit of human decency, you'd rent this movie to me immediately and bring a 181 minutes of peace into my otherwise wretched life. Please?

*Pacey checks the computer for the video and then goes back to get it for her*

Pacey: Alright, but in my professional opinion, you don't need a video store. You need a pharmacy.

*Pacey hands Joey the video*

Joey: Anyways, I hear Jen's ex has been lurking around Capeside. Met this straping young fellow yet?

Pacey: Oh, he's a real charmer. Just about lost three toes to a pair of his steel-belted radios.

Joey: So, what's the paty line? You think she'll go back to him? And return to her wanton New York ways?

Pacey: You know, I really don't know, but if Jen did ditch Dawson for Billy the Kid, wouldn't that please a certain someone we both know?

Joey: Look you know me, Pacey, I'm not one to stand in the way of true love. But if Jen has a connection to this guy, which seems like she does, you know, what can we do about it?

Pacey: Look, Joey, I've never really taken a particular interest in your life *he stands up* cuz frankly your life has never been particularily interesting but there is one thing I need to know. You're really, really enjoying the fact that Jen's ex is in town, aren't you?

Joey: Well, it's intriguing, Pacey, I mean, even you have to admit that.

Pacey: But you know what? This is the wedge you've been waiting for that's going to drive Jen and Dawson apart, right?

Joey: No, Pacey, you're such... it's not like that at all. You don't know what you're talking about.

Pacey: See, the three of us have been friends too long and up until now, I've just kind of stood idly by and watched this all go down. But it's time to lay this on the line, okay? You have some raging hormonal obsession for our friend Dawson and you just can't wait to get your hooks into him but good, can you? Huh?

Joey: Bite me, Pacey.

Pacey: Busted.

*Joey turns and starts to walk out of the video store*

Pacey: Hey, be kind, rewind.

*Mitch and Gail are returning to the house after a lesson together*

Mitch: What is the big deal?

Gail: The instruction was pretty basic. You should never be more than three feet away from your buddy at any time.

Mitch: Oh, that's ironic. Me getting bitched at for floating away from you.

*Dawson is shown sitting in his room listening to music. When he hears his parents fighting, he gets up and goes to the door to listen*

Gail: Look, I can't do this by myself, so if you're going to fight this therapy every step of the way, then we're both just wasting our time. If that's the case, then just let me know Mitch.

*Dawson closes his bedroom door and goes back to what he was doing*

*Joey is waiting tables at the Icehouse along with Bessie. Joey is waiting to take the order of a woman who doesn't seem to know what to order*

Joey: Can I take your order?

Woman: Oh, oh let's see, um, I'll have.

Joey: You know, everything's really good.

Bessie: Joey, table 5.

Woman: I think, I think I'll just have some coffee to start out with.

Joey: Okay, in one second. *goes to another table* Can I take your order?

Man at table: We've already ordered.

Bessie: This is table 8, Joey, I said table 5.

Joey: Ok, ok

Woman: Miss, that coffee, please?

Joey: Alright... in a second... oh, just a second.

*Joey is getting ready to pour the coffee when Pacey shows up*

Pacey: Hey Joe.

Joey: Oh thank you, Satan, for completing this night of horrors by sending one of your disciples to finish me off.

Pacey: Umm, what are you doing tonight?

Man: Excuse me, I didn't order this.

*Pacey follows Joey to the table of the woman who wanted the coffee. Joey pours a cup and puts the pot on the table*

Pacey: Uhh, forget I said that. Wait... I was just out looking for a date and since I couldn't find one, I thought of you.

Joey: Oh.

Pacey: So, how 'bout it? Wanna go crash a beach party with me? Huh?

Joey: Oh gee whiz, you know, as much as that sounds like so much fun, you know, I *am* kind of busy.

*Joey storms off to clear a table of the dishes and Pacey follows her*

Pacey: Come on, Joe, it'll be fun.

Joey: *clearing dishes and handing them to Pacey* After I serve the one hundredth million seafood platter, finish picking up the broken glass from the ice maker, scrap the mung out of the viliators, I was thinking maybe of taking my tip money and flying to the Canary Islands and opening an offshore account. What do you think of that?*to one of the women sitting at the table* Sorry.

Pacey: You know, when was the last *Joey starts pushing him away from the table*ok, alright, alright. Damn, Joey, when was the last time you went out and had some fun, alright?

*They begin putting the dishes in a sink*

Joey: Don't ask.

Pacey: *pleading with her* Just go. Besides, Dawson will be there, okay?

Joey: Big whoop

Pacey: Alone, Joey.

Bessie: *walking up to them and untying Joey's apron* Go.

Joey: It's swamped.

Bessie: Sarah's coming in to cover.

Joey: Yeah, but you need me. You can't handle this by yourself.

Bessie: Good-bye

Pacey: *pulling Joey with him* You. come on, come on. *to Bessie* Slow down, Bessie.

*Dawson is standing in his closet trying to figure out what to wear for the party. Mitch knocks on the door, then enters*

Mitch: Dawson?

Dawson: Yeah?

Mitch: Hey.

Dawson: Hey.

Mitch: How's it going?

Dawson: Umm... Complicated and you?

Mitch: Complicated. Squarely in the midst of what Dr. Keenan would refer to as stage 4.

Dawson: Stage 4. Do I dare ask what stage 5 is?

Mitch: Anyway, on to you, where's Billy the Kid?

Dawson: Ummm, best guess, probably hanging out with his ex girlfriend, who happens to be my current girlfriend. Which means among other things,I'll be attending tonight's bar-b-que solo. While Jen spends the afternoon with my new roommate. What stage would Dr. Keenan put us in?

Mitch: In high school.

Dawson: Let's face it, dad. We're a couple of nice guys, which stopped being a desirable character trait about half a century ago.

Mitch: Dawson, I am the last person who should be giving you or anybody else romance tips, however, it seems that every relationship produces its share of disappointments and insecurities and pains. Anyone who's never been hurt is either very lucky or very lonely. The trick is to get through it.

Dawson: How?

Mitch: Compromise. Tears, scuba lessons at the local Y, Different for everyone.

Dawson: And that works?

Mitch: I have no idea, kid. No idea what so ever.

*Billy and Jen are walking along the shoreline of Capeside. A boat can be heard going by*

Billy: Do you know how much I just want to scoop you up and take you back to New York with me?

Jen:*holding hands with him* And I would just end up turning around and coming here. This is my home, Billy.

Billy: *drops hands with her* So, this is really it. You are leaving me for a guy who has a ET doll on his bed.

Jen: It's a collector's item.

Billy: It's a doll.

Jen: Billy, it's been good to see you again, but I really should go to that party and find...

Billy: Yes.

Jen: Dawson, since I owe him about 400 explanations.

Billy: Alright, then before you leave, since who knows when and if we'll ever see each other again, how about for old time sake, you and me, just one last kiss?

Jen: One last kiss and then you'll go?

Billy: *holds three fingers up* Scout's honor.

*Billy and Jen kiss*

Jen: Good-bye Billy.

*Jen leaves and starts to head to the party*

*Cliff Elliott's house. Joey is leaning against one of the posts of the balcony. Pacey joins her carrying a drink*

Pacey: Alright then, this the best party or what?

Joey: Oh, yeah. Time of my life. I'm ready for the group hug whenever you are.

Pacey: Oh, Melissa Five at one o'clock. Girl of my dreams right there.*looks at what he's wearing* How do I look?

Joey: *smiling* Like a before picture of a aftergeek remover.

Pacey: Easy, doll. Jealousy is not going to get you anywhere.

*Pacey leaves her to chase after Melissa and Dawson soon joins her on the balcony*

Joey: Hey.

Dawson: Great party huh?

Joey: Oh yeah, time of my life.

Dawson: I've had such a rockin' time since I joined the JV football team.

Joey: Oh yeah and cheerleading has opened up sooo many doors.

*Dawson and Joey look at each other smiling*

Dawson: What do you say-one quick drink, then we hit the video store?

Joey: Thought you'd never ask.

Dawson: Be right back

Joey: Okay.

*Dawson gets up to go get the drinks*

*Dawson is at the refreshment table getting drinks for him and Joey. Jen enters and goes up to him*

Jen: Hi

Dawson: Hey, you're here.

Jen: Yeah, I'm here. I'm alone and I'm sorry about everything Dawson. About the way I treated you. I mean, I was foolish. *He leans over to kiss her* It was stupid of me to think that... Come on, let's go talk.

*Dawson and Jen head off together*

*Joey is pacing around looking for Dawson. A tall blond guy comes over and sits next to her*

Blond Guy: Drink?

Joey: Ah, no thanks.

Blond Guy: No really, I got an extra soda.

Joey: Ah, no, actually my friend's getting me one. I'm fine, thanks.

Blond Guy: Really? Who's your friend?

Joey: Dawson Leery. You probably don't know him.

Blond Guy: Sure, Dawson, *looks out at the beach* sophomore currently hitting the beach with that cute blond chick?

*Joey looks over and sees Dawson and Jen, hand in hand, walking together*

Blond Guy: Drink?

Joey: Sure. Thanks

*Joey takes the cup and drinks the contents inside*

*Jen and Dawson are walking along the beach*

Jen: You know what, Dawson. I'm sorry. I know I could have handled things better but I, it's like Billy showed up and my judgement flew right out of the window. I mean, I cut class.

Billy: *interrupting them* You're too hard on yourself. I swear she's too hard on yourself. Isn't she too hard on herself?

Dawson: What's he doing here? I thought you told him to go.

Jen: I did. I swear to God, I did.

Billy: Yes, but I simply took the pleasure of reading between the lines.

Dawson: What are you talking about?

Billy: Let's just say, as a student of the good bye kiss, *Jen looks stunned* it posessed a little more kiss and a little less good-bye.

Dawson: What? *To Jen* You kissed him?

Jen: *to Dawson* It was a good-bye kiss, Dawson. *to Billy* It *was* a good bye kiss.

Billy: Alright, if that's all it was, then I will take my leave right now. But you tell me, Jenny, tell me all that kiss said was good-bye.

*Joey is standing by herself with a cup of something with alcohol in it. Pacey comes up to her and takes the cup from her*

Pacey: Not that I care, but you may want to pace yourself with this stuff.

Joey: *trying to lean against him* Pacey, I know I don't say it enough but you're a really terrific friend.

Pacey: *pushing her away* Ah, ok, thanks, yeah.

*Blond Guy enters with another drink for her*

Blond Guy: Is this guy bothering you, Chloe?

Pacey: Okay, just a couple of things. First, her name is not Chloe, it's Joey and second, no, I'm not hitting on her. I'm just her friend.*takes the second drink from her* God knows.

Blond Guy: *taking Joey's hand* Well, thanks for the info. We'll catch you later. *to Joey* Come on, let's take a little walk.

Joey: Alright.

*Joey and the Blond Guy walk off together*

*Dawson, Jen and Billy are on the beach continuing their previous conversation*

Dawson: Jen, tell me that kiss meant nothing.

Jen: Dawson, you've got to understand. I mean, this is such a confusing situation.

Dawson: Then what? Your world's turned completely upside down that you can't even answer the simple question?

Billy: You know what? She *did* answer the question. I just think you happen to not like the answer.

Dawson: *to Billy* Dude, why don't you stay out of this, ok? This is between Jen and me. This does not concern you.

Billy: You know what? I think that's where we disagree, Dawson, cuz not only does this concern me, it concerns me gravely. So if there ever was a third and expendable wheel in this scenerio, it would be you. See, Jen and I go way back. She was with me long before she ever even entered into your fantasies.

Dawson: You and everyone else.

Jen: You know what, Dawson, I may have made some mistakes but at least I don't live in a fantasy world where everyone...

Dawson: Jen, I'm sorry. I don't want to trade insults here. I just want to know where I stand. One of us has got to go. Who's it going to be? Him or me? Jen, who's the third wheel in this scenerio?

Jen: You know what? I think I am.

*Jen storms off and Dawson and Billy are left standing there*

Billy and Dawson: *calling after her* Jen!

Dawson: Are you happy now?

Billy: Actually, not too bad. You?

*Dawson sees Pacey and goes off to join him*

*Joey and the Blond Guy are on the beach. They are hugging and holding each other and he seems to be trying to kiss her*

Joey: Are you trying?

Blond Guy: Shh, come on.

Joey: Are we dancing?

Blond Guy: We are doing whatever you want to do, sweetheart.

*Pacey comes over to them and takes her arms off of the Blond Guy*

Pacey: Alright, Joe. Say good-bye to the nice serial rapist man.

Blond Guy: You again a-hole! She doesn't want to leave.

Joey: Come on, please leave, Pacey.

Pacey: *grabs the Blond Guy away from Joey* Alright, cowboy. Party's over.

*The Blond Guy tries to hit Pacey but Pacey knocks him to the ground*

Pacey: *rubbing his hand* Oh, oww.

Dawson: *rushing over to see what happened* You alright?

Pacey: Uh, yeah. Fine. oh, owww

*Dawson goes over to where Joey has collapsed on the ground*

Dawson: Jo?

*Joey leans on her elbows*

Joey: Dawson, thank you, You're my hero.

*Pacey, hearing this, looks at Joey in shock and disbelief*

*Dawson and Pacey are bringing Joey home. Dawson is helping Joey to the door. Pacey opens the door for them and Dawson leans Joey against the door frame*

Pacey: *to Joey* You know, this probably is not the brightest thing you've ever done.

Joey: Shut up.

Dawson: Dude, we got to be quiet. If Bodie sees her like this, she's dead.

Pacey: Yeah, I know. Listen, you two stay here. I'm going to go ahead.*to Dawson* You think you can handle lush life by yourself?

*Joey puts her head against Dawson's neck and he moves her inside*

Dawson: *to Pacey* Dude, whatever you do, don't wake up the baby. *Pacey shrugs him off... to Joey* Okay, okay, alright, we're going to walk.

Joey: Okay.

*Pacey enters the baby's room. He accidently steps on a toy that makes noise while entering the room. The baby wakes up and begins to cry.*

Pacey: Du'oh.

*Alexander starts to cry louder*

Pacey: Hey, heya little man *Pacey leans into the crib and starts rocking the baby* Just bringing drunk Aunt Joey in. Why don't you just go back to sleep?

*Dawson lays Joey down on the couch in the family room*

Dawson: Here you go. *raises her feet and sits on the edge of the couch with her* feet up. Look Jo, I know it's been a tough week for you. You always try to handle everything by yourself. Is that why you got drunk tonight? You needed a little break from your life?

Joey:*mumbling* I just, I just lost table 5.

*Pacey is trying to quiet Alexander down*

Pacey: Sh, sh, shh. Come on, little guy. Come on. You want that *Pacey tries to give the baby a pacifer* Right in there. Come on, God, there's got be something to quiet this kid down.

*Joey is laying on the couch and Dawson is sitting on the edge pushing the hair out of Joey's face.*

Dawson: This is probably the wrong time to tell you this but ummm *signs* well, laybe it's the perfect time. I realize how incredibly confusing things are between us. I can't even begin to explain our relationship. You probably can't either. But ummm, I just want you to know that umm, if you ever need me, I'll always be here for you. All you ever have to do is ask.

*Joey reaches up to Dawson and brings his face to hers. She then kisses him as he has a stunned look on his face.*

*Pacey has his hand on the baby while talking about the English Patient*

Pacey: So then, the guy who ends up being the English Patient and the girl, they're stranded in the cave. And she looks up at him.*with a British accent* She's like oh, please don't leave me. Promise me, you'll come back someday. And he turns around. Hey, hey, listen, listen to this, he turns around and he's like don't worry, darling, I'll come back for you, unless of course, my plane is shot down by Nazis and my face is burned beyond recognization after cutting off William Dafoe's fingers.

Dawson:*entering the room and in a whisper* Let's go, let's go.

Pacey: *to Dawson* Alright. *to Alexander* Sleep tight, little man.

*Gail is outside the house putting away their equipment for their latest recreational activity. Mitch comes out to help her*

Gail: I guess, scuba diving wasn't such a inspiring idea after all.

Mitch: Yeah, well. I, I, I don't think that uh, scuba diving, waterskiing, or bungee jumping is the key to solving our problems.

Gail: I know. i just thought if maybe we tried something new..

Mitch: I'm not sure that it's the new stuff that needs the work. Maybe we've neglected some of the old things. Gail, I love you. And I am willing to do whatever I have to. So, why don't we just start with something really simple. Okay? Something that doesn't require regulators or parachutes or oxygen tanks.

Gail: Okay, like what?

*Mitch gets up and goes over to the cd player and puts a song on*

Mitch: *taking Gail's hand* May I?

*Mitch and Gail dance until Gail tries to kiss him*

Mitch: One thing at a time, Gail.

*Pacey and Dawson are rowing back across the creek to their houses*

Dawson: Joey was soo out of it tonight. She... she babbled on about the icehouse, kissed me, rolled over and passed out.

Pacey: Wait, wait. She kissed you?

Dawson: Yeah.

Pacey: She kissed you like an aunt on Thanksgiving kiss or she *kissed* you?

Dawson: No, she, she kissed me. It, it meant nothing. She was completely wasted. Obliviously mistook me for Brad Pitt. Whi, Which is understand..

Pacey: Ohh, Dawson, my fine oblivious friend. One of these days, you're gonna have to take a gigantic fact check, my friend, alright? She didn't mistake you for anybody, okay? This girl is head in the clouds, 100% ass-backwards in love with you, alright?

Dawson: Dude, Pacey. Joey and I have a great time together, and it's great to have someone you know so well that you don't even have to verbalize what you're thinking, most of the time. The other person just gets it, picks up on it, and I , i it, it's like that with Joey and me. it's great. And... And I like it but it... it's not love.

Pacey: Al-alright. Don't you think it's a little strange that in the middle of a disastrous weekend with your girlfriend Jen, you and I are sitting here talking about your *friend* Joey?

Dawson: Love is what I have with Jen. Okay? It's exciting, it's it's new and unknown. It..yeah, sometimes it's outta hand but trust me, there's a difference between friendship and love.

Pacey: Right and you're so sure that you know the difference?

Dawson: You, you don't know what you're talking about.

*Billy is getting ready to leave when Dawson enters the room*

Dawson: Leaving so soon?

Billy: Yeah, thought I'd check out the scenery up the coast. My travel agent says the leaves are spectacular this time of year.

Dawson: I assume you haven't tried to steal anything. Other than my girlfriend.

Billy: Hey, relax, alright. You win. I just talked to Jen and apparently she's not as confused as she seems. So, it looks like the nice guy gets the girl after all.

*Billy grabs his luggage and starts out the door before turning back to Dawson*

Billy: Oh, by the way, if traffic's with me, I can make it up here from New York in under three and an half hours. You better treat her good, Dawson.

Dawson: I will.

* Billy leaves the house and Dawson goes over to his window where he notices Jen down by the pier*

*Jen is looking out over the water when Dawson comes down to join her*

Dawson: *putting his hands around her waist* You know for someone who views themselves as a tragically nice guy, I spend an awful lot of time apologizing. Jen, I'm sorry about what I said earlier. Insecurity brings out the worst.

Jen: *getting away from Dawson and goes to the opposite side of the pier* You know how you're always curious about how my life was like in New York? Truth is, it's really no different than it is right now. I mean, geography aside, I am still the same stupid girl who's always found it easier to escape into a relationship than to face life on her own.

Dawson: Jen, that's not true, okay? It's this whole Billy thing. Now that the ghost of boyfriend's past is gone, we can go back.

Jen: To what? Dawson, I'm sixteen, I've, I've never stayed home on a Saturday night. i've never gone stag to a school dance. I mean, I'm pretty, I'm lucky, I'm fortunate and I am still way too unhappy most of the time. I told Billy today that it was over with us.

Dawson: I know. He told me.

Jen: And now I have to say the same thing to you.

Dawson: *shocked* What? Jen?

Jen: I know I criticize you for living in a fantasy world, Dawson, but the truth is, I envy you. Everything's so new, so untouched for you. i would gladly trade in all my experiences for just an ounce of your idealism. And I wish I knew some better way to say this but.

Dawson: Yeah, but we can make it work. We can fix this.

Jen: NO!

Dawson: I know we can. We can. You know, sleep on this. We'll talk in the morning. We don't need to go over this now.

Jen: Dawson, please. Listen to me. I've got to take a few steps back. I've, I've got to try life on my own for awhile.

Dawson: *upset and near the brink of tears* You can't just make me fall for you and then bail as soon as. I can't.

Jen: I'll miss you, you know.

*Dawson turns his back to her as she continues talking to him*

Dawson: Yeah.

Jen: I'll be sleeping 80 feet away from you and it will feel like a thousand miles. I'll regret my decision constantly. I'll kick myself to no end and when I come crawling back to you, you'll have every right to say 'take a hike, Jen, I'm with somebody else now'.

Dawson: Somebody who appreciates me. Somebody who doesn't blow into town with her dysfunctional past and play mind games with the boy next door. Somebody who is capable of a healthy, committed relationship and unfortunately, somebody nothing like you.

*Dawson starts up the pier, turns back to look at Jen, then continues back to his house. Jen, clearly looking hurt, looks back at him walking up the pier*

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DAWSON'S CREEK
1X09 - ROAD TRIP
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*Dawson is leaning against his window looking out towards Jen's house. Joey is sitting on Dawson's bed watching him*

Joey: Dawson, Neighbor girl dumped you. No one died. Just get over it.

Dawson: It was 48 hours ago. And you'd think I exceeded the statue of limitations of pain.

Joey:It's not a matter of time, Dawson, it's a matter of degree. You haven't eaten and you stare at Jen's house like it's going to disappear. And I've seen you at school. You spy. It's twisted. And I'm almost afraid to ask what movie you brought back tonight.

Dawson: Sid and Nancy.

Joey: See, your problem is that you're getting off on this.

Dawson: *getting up from the window and going to his desk* Sorry, Joey.*Picks up ET doll* It's tough to come up with creative moping strategies once I realized that everything I'm about is exactly what turned her off. It's not like I can learn to dance or get a new haircut or something.

Joey:*gets up from the bed and goes over to her* Dawson, she dumped you, not your belief system.

Dawson: She rejected romance, honesty, and respect. Everytime I see Billy outside of her house, I'm reminded.

Joey: Everything reminds you of her.

Dawson:Oh?

Joey: Dawson, you've known the girl for three months. How could everything possibly remind you of her?

Dawson: I don't know, Joey, I can't explain it. It just does.

*Dawson goes over to his bed and lays down. Joey follows and grabs the remote from him. She sits down on the chair next to the bed*

Joey: C'mon, let's just watch the movie. This conversation is becoming far too disturbing.

*Dawson looks at the tv and sees Jen's face. He grabs a pillow and puts it over his face.*

Dawson:Ohhhhhhhhh.

Theme Song to Dawson's Creek

*Billy climbs up Jen's window and into her room. He looks around it, picking up pictures here and there, and finally lays on her bed to wait for her*

Jen: *voice heard* Hey. Grams, have you seen my green shirt? I, I think it needs ironing.

Grams:*voice* Oh yes, dear. I thought I saw it in your closet. *Grams enters* Ah, you left it on the dresser. *looks over and sees Billy on the bed*Jennifer, would you come up here now, please? And bring the telephone *To Billy* And you would be?

Billy: Quite comfortable, thanks.

Grams: I want a name.

Billy: Billy.

Grams: Billy? Oh yes, I've heards about you before.

Jen: *entering her room* Okay, I've got the phone. *sees Billy* What the hell are you doing here?

Billy: Word is, you dropped Dawson, so I just thought you might be looking for a suitable replacement.

Grams: If he's not out of my house in two minutes, I'm calling the National Guard.*to Jen* And then I would like a serious word with you.

*Grams leaves*

Billy: *calling after her* Great to meet you.

Jen: I thought you were leaving.

Billy: You know, my car was packed and I really was, Jenny, but then word trickled down and I thought it might be in my best interest to stick around a little longer.

Jen: Well then, why don't I clearify things for you. Just because Dawson and I are on hiatus doesn't mean there's some vacancy I'm looking to fill.

Billy:Let's just say there happened to be this guy. Some guy you had an intense connection with. Then I might think you'd be open to the possibility.

Jen: I'd have to say no. But I'd also like to add: not a chance and never again.

Billy: You used to be fun, you know that.

Jen: No, I used to be weak and vulnerable.

Billy: Yeah, well next time you alter your personality, let me know in advance. It'll save me in gas money. *Billy exits through the window*

*Billy is sitting outside on the hood of his car eating an apple. Dawson walks by on his way to class*

Dawson: You know, I'm beginning to doubt your sincerity when you tell me you're leaving.

Billy: *getting off his car* Hey, just the man I was looking for.

Dawson:What can I provide you with this time, Billy? A place to stay? Or just another chance to completely screw up my life?

Billy: You know, despite outword appearances, you and I actually have a lot in common.

Dawson: Right. Both got our hearts broken by the same girl. But you know what? Jen didn't flee the state to get away from me.

Billy: Give her time.

*Dawson starts walking away from Billy*

Billy: Man, if I lived 50 yards away from her, I swear to you, I'd go insane.

*Dawson stops to listen to Billy*

Billy: Stare up at her window wondering what she's doing. She's talking on the phone, who is she talking to? And if she's listening to music, who do those songs remind her of? Does she still think about me?

Dawson: And does she think about me as half as much as I think of her.

Billy: See what I mean. Common ground. But the good news is there's a simple cure for all of this.

*Dawson walks back to Billy to hear more*

Dawson: Yeah?

Billy: Yeah. Don't get me wrong. Jen is a great girl. But last time I checked, she wasn't the only one. What? Are you unconvinced? Look, take a little ride with me. Let me illustrate my point.

Dawson: Take a ride where?

Billy: Providence. There's this club there. It's a bit of a dive but absolutely remarkable in one respect. It lies exactly equi-distant between a pair of women's colleges. Co-eds wall-to-wall, Dawson.

Dawson: Can I get in? I'm not exactly legal.

Billy: I know the bouncer.

Dawson: Of course, there's school.

Billy: And what's waiting for you there? Another day wondering about Jenny? Where she is? When you'll see her next? What football player she's having lunch with?

Dawson: You made your point. And you know what? You're right. This is exactly what I need. To get away from her. To get away from here. You know what, she's going to freak when I'm not there. It'll be good to let her wonder about me for awhile.

*Billy and Dawson drive off together*

*Joey is walking down the middle of the street to school. Warren Gerry is driving along in his jeep. He continues driving even as they talk*

Warren: Hey, Warren Gerry. I'm on my way to school. You need a lift?

Joey: Ah, no thanks. I'm waiting for Ted Bundy.

Warren: Well, Ted's a lucky man.

Joey: Ted Bundy is dead. He was a serial--

Warren: Killer. Yeah, I know. Executed in Florida, claimed porn made him do it. So come on, what do you say? I need the merit badge.

Joey: And which badge is that?

Warren: Community Service. I'm going to say you were 80 and blind.

Joey: Well, I'm sure you'll be an Eagle Scout by the end of the day.

Warren: Exactly. So what do you say? C'mon, help me out here.

*Joey relents and she gets in the car with him. They are soon driving to school together*

Warren: So is the air cold or are you just happy to see me?

Joey: You had to go and do it. You had to invoke my participation. Does it bother you that you singlehandly participated the stereotype?

Warren:Which answer means we can get friendly down in the sand together?

Joey: You know. if having sex ruined it, and famine didn't even work, and kissing you would bring out a new AIDs enlightenment, then I'd...

Warren: You know something? You talk a lot. So what? That's all you and your boyfriend*Joey looks at him* Dawson, and I use the term loosely, do? Talk?

Joey: You don't need to use the term at all, Warren. Dawson is not my boyfriend.

Warren: Well, the boy part I was reffering to.

*Joey looks at him strangely*

Warren: What? You ever seen the guy throw a baseball?

Joey: Believe it or not, there's no correlation between a slide and a sperm count.

Warren: How would you know? I mean, you're obviously a virgin.

Joey: How do you know that Dawson and I haven't been going at it for years? I mean, we could be imitating the Kuma Sutra for all you know.

Warren: Oh.

Joey: You know, I might be a virgin, but believe me, it's by choice.

*Joey and Warren continue driving to school*

*Dawson and Billy are in the hallway of the school. Dawson spots Pacey and starts to go over to him*

Dawson: You could have waited in the car.

Billy: Don't worry, I won't tell anyone we're together.

Pacey:*as Billy leaves them* Hey, what's he up to?

Dawson: We're cutting out of here. We're going up to a club in Providence.

Pacey: Finally! Dawson's evil twin. This is going to be a much anticipated pleasure.

*Pacey shuts his locker preparing to go with Dawson*

Dawson: What are you doing?

Pacey: You're cutting class to go to a nightclub, you're asking what I'm doing. I'm coming with you,man. I wouldn't miss this for the world.

Dawson: Billy.

Billy: Hey. Great so we're ready to go?

Dawson: Yeah. I'm going to go turn in my math homework and we're out of here.

*Dawson rushes off*

Pacey: Yeah. Walk on the wild side.

*Joey and Jen are walking towards their lockers with each other*

Jen: *to Joey* Listen, I heard something this morning that I thought you should. *Jen spots Billy by her locker*

Jen: At the risk of sounding redundant, what the hell are you doing here?

Billy: The boys just have to wrap up some things before we left. *to Joey* Good morning.

Jen:What are you talking about?

Billy: I'm taking Pacey and your boy here on a little road trip. Funny, but in the midst of all the confusion, Dawson and I actually stumbled upon some common ground.

Jen: I don't think I like the sound of this, Billy. The last thing Dawson needs is to be pulled down by you.

Billy:I swear to you, Dawson was simply complaining how a guy can't seem to get any around here. So, I told him about this little place I know.

Joey: What kind of place?

Billy: Let's just say that women take cash and are remarkably friendly.

Joey: You're taking him to a whore house?

Billy:*spying Dawson* Oh, there's his holiness now. Well girls, gotta run. I see Saint Dawson is chumping at the bits to get some.

Joey: I think I'm going to go barf.

*They leave the girls*

Billy: Excuse me *pulling Pacey with him*

Pacey: We're not really going to go..

Billy: No. I was just kidding around.

Pacey: Oh?

Billy: Cheer up, stud.

*Jen and Joey are back at their lockers talking*

Joey: God.

Jen:You know, I've never really had a whole lot of faith in guys. But I. I thought Dawson was different.

Joey: Yeah, he's different. Unfortunately, he's just not as different as we thought.

Jen: No. Listen, ah, Joey, you know that football player Warren.

Joey: What?

Jen: You didn't sleep with him, did you?

Joey: Yeah, I had sex with Warren Gerry. Right after I gave a sponge bath to the Navy pilots. Why would you even ask me that?

Jen: He's telling everyone you did.

*Jen and Joey are left standing in the hall as the bell rings signaling class*

*Dawson, Billy and Pacey are on the ferry to get to Rhode Island. Billy is down below the deck and Pacey and Dawson are talking by the rails.*

Billy: I'm going to go downstairs and get a drink.

Dawson: Alright. We'll be right here.

Pacey: Alright, one more time. Dawson, you're not the type of guy who does something bad just because it feels good.

Dawson:Oh, there's a oxymoron to live by.

Pacey: What? You want examples of this? Alright, what's the first thing, the very first thing you did after announcing this little roadtrip of ours? Remember? You know exactly what it was, don't you? You turned in your Math homework. Man, hey, those are not exactly the actions of a rebel. But there's nothing wrong with that. You just cared about what people think about you. You're that nice Leery boy, man. You like being the nice Leery boy.

Dawson: Oh yeah, and you're any different?

Pacey:Hey.Please. Just, you know, talk to the school board and take a glance at my permanent records. There's not comparision between you and I, Dawson. Everybody knows you're a regular Richie Cunningham. Billy, he's the Fonz.

Dawson: Congratulations. That makes you Potsie.

*The school lunchroom. Jen is sitting at a table with some people. Joey walks up to Warren who's sitting with his football friends*

Joey: We need to talk.

Warren: She needs to talk.

*Warren gets up from his table and follows her to a corner of the room*

Joey: It wasn't very memorable, Warren.

Warren: What?

Joey: The sex. In fact, I can't seem to remember it at all. Why don't you refresh my memory?

Warren: It was actually pretty good. Although you did eventually complain of fatigue.

Joey: What is going on in that twisted head of yours?

Warren: Look, this could be a win-win.

Joey: Explain.

Warren: Our reps. Okay, I've got one to live up to; you have one to live down.

Joey: What? And people thinking we're doing the deed is going to help my precious reputation?

Warren: Well, you know how in baseball, there are major and minor leagues?

Joey: Yeah.

Warren: Well, think of this as your call up to the show. No more shying in flyballs with washouts and wannabes.

Joey: You are such a bastard. If you're the major leagues, well, then I hope I never get out of the A-ball.

Warren: *loud enough for everyone to hear*Hey look, I never said that I would be your boyfriend.

*Everyone looks at them. Joey storms off upset and Jen follows to make sure she's okay*

*Jen finds Joey hunched on the stairs in the hallway. Jen stands at the foot of the stairs leaning against the wall*

Jen: I never believed it.

Joey: You sure? That's why you asked.

Jen: I only asked because I was concerned, Joey. But I would have bet anything against it. Besides.

Joey: Besides what?

Jen: Nevermind. I guess I've always just pictured you with someone different. Someone. You know, just another lifeform.

Joey: Walking upright.

Jen: Yeah. Opposible thumb. The whole bit. And maybe someone just a tad more sensitive than Warren.

Joey: Yeah, well, in my experiences, even the sensitive ones can let you down with the best of them.

Jen: You know, Joey, maybe Dawson is.

Joey: Look, I didn't say a thing about Dawson. And as far as Warren and his pathetic fantasies go, you know, what harm can a guy do? I mean, being called a football groupie could describe half the girls in this school.

Jen: Joey, I may be overstepping my boundaries here, but, ah, I think I know a way to get Warren back.

Joey: What? You know how to make a voodoo doll or something?

Jen: No, I'm serious. You know, guys like Warren have been getting away with this kind of stuff way too long. So, what do you say Joey? Are you interested in a little payback?

Joey: Alright, I'm listening.

*Dawson, Pacey and Billy are still on the ferry to Rhode Island*

Pacey: Alright. You know how when cartoon characters are trying to make a decision and the good angel pops up on one shoulder and you get the little devil on the other.

Dawson: Yeah.

Pacey:Well, I don't have a good angel, Dawson. I have you.

Dawson: I'm not interested in a gig. It doesn't work for me anymore.

Billy: I swear to God, you two sound like my parents. Hang tight. I'm going to go see what the deliverance time is.

*Billy leaves them*

Pacey: You know what? Need I remind you again of the ill- fated toilet papering of Coach Rollin's house?

Dawson: Here you go again equitating fun with youthful indescetions.

Pacey: Youthful indescrestions? What am I running for the Senate? Okay, granted, Dawson, for the high minded conversation, you're the man.Generally speaking, you're better at verbatim than actual verbs.

Dawson: Verbs?

Pacey: Yeah, action words. Rebel, House Party.

Dawson: Okay, when did party become a action word?

Pacey: The year that you and I became into high school, Dawson.Okay, you're just going to have to trust me on this on. Sometimes, friendship means taking part in stupid stuff. No judgement. No questions asked. And no deconstruction of the event.

Dawson: You don't think I'm capable of that?

Pacey: Let's just say that I've seen no evidence to the contrary.

*Billy joins them*

Billy: I don't like those guys down there*they all look at the two guys down below*

Dawson: Why's that?

Billy: They're harassing everyone from the seagulls to the senior citizens. Well, it's really not my idea of fun.

Pacey: Well, what do you say that we give them some instant karma. Huh? Maybe uh, an iron on the tailpipe.

Billy: I was thinking maybe we could just slash their tires or something.

Dawson: Oh, that's imaginative.

Billy: You got a better idea?

Dawson: Yeah, I do.

Pacey: Oh yeah, I can't wait to see this.

Dawson: Good angel this, Pacey. You guys ever see American Grafitti?

*Joey is in a room copying something from a book when Abby walks by. Abby stops by and begins talking to Joey*

Abby: Well, well, well. If it isn't Mrs Warren Gerry.

Joey: So you know?

Abby: Well it is news and this is high school.

*Joey turns away from the copier, puts her hand through her hair and starts crying putting on a show for Abby*

Joey: He swore he wouldn't tell, Abby. He told me he loved me.

Abby: Hundred Thousand pyramid. Things guys say in the backseat.

Joey: Well you can add, you don't need protection to that list.

Abby: What?

Joey: I am *so* stupid.

Abby: Wait. What are you saying?

Joey: Well he started off, you know just calling all the time, he was so sweet, and one time he won me this stuffed frog at Coney Island and brought it back for me. The first time we made love, he cried.

Abby: Warren Gerry?

Joey: That was before the pee strip turned blue.

Abby: Blue? Oh my God. *Abby shuts the door* Do you know what that means?

Joey: Yes I do.

Abby: You're pregnant.

Joey: I know.

Abby: Does Warren know?

Joey: He told all his friends that it was my problem. And mine only.

Abby: Oh, that little puke. Sorry puke.

*Abby leaves and Joey, smiling, goes back to her copying of her book. Warren is later seen at his locker quickly trying to stuff his backpack with the baby stuff left inside.*

*Billy, Dawson, and Pacey are still on the ferry. Dawson is going under the "mean" people's car and hooking it up to Billy's tailgate. Dawson then gets into the car with Pacey and Billy and waits for the ferry to dock. The ferry docks and the boys take offnot only with themselves but with the bumper of the "mean" people's car.*

Dawson: Now! Dude! Now!

Pacey and Dawson: W0oooooo Yeah. Woooooooooooo.

*Dawson, Pacey and Billy are at the bar. Pacey is playing pool while Dawson and Billy are just standing around nearby.*

Billy: Alright, D man. You got your companion picked out for the evening yet?

Dawson: Wh. What? Already?

Billy: Yes.

Pacey: No, shoot some pool.

Billy: You've got to stay on top of these things. I bet Pacey isn't letting pool get in the way of business. Now,come on, take your pick. Billy starts pointing out girls to Dawson The blonde at the bar? Tanktop standing at the jukebox? Leather pants at phoosh ball?

*Pacey shoots the ball across the pool table*

Pacey: Rack em.

Billy: Alright, so what's the deal?

*Joey is in the library helping Mrs. Tringle and other students with College Night*

Mrs.Tringle: Alright everyone, can I have your attention, please? I just want to thank you all for helping me prepare for tonight's College Fair. And I'll see you all back here in a couple of hours.

*The students start leaving*

Mrs. Tringle: Joey? Can I have a word with you, please?

Joey: Sure.

*Joey follows Mrs. Tringle to one of the tables in the library*

Mrs. Tringle: Joey, in a school this size, it's difficult to keep any secrets.

Joey: Yeah, tell me about it.

Mrs. Tringle: And girls your age, often make mistakes.

Joey: Yeah, well, boys have been known to make mistakes themselves.

Mrs. Tringle: True. But the price they pay seems to be so much less. You're going to be going through some tough times ahead and I want to make sure you're prepared.

Joey: Excuse me?

Mrs. Tringle: The Family Living course here offers some valuable preparation.

Joey: Wait,isn't that the class where they make you carry around a sack of flour and pretend it's a baby?

Mrs. Tringle: That's only part of it. I know the task you face seems managable now but child rearing is filled with trials and tribulations.

Joey: You know what? Let me get back to you on that one.

*Joey gets up from the table and exits quickly*

*Dawson and Billy are standing at the bar*

Billy:Notice how Pacey had his eye on all the pretty girls.The man knows it's all about numbers.

Dawson: Numbers?

Billy: You don't waste time. You'll know in fifteen seconds whether a woman wants to spend the night with you or if the answer's no, you bail.

Dawson: You can't just

Billy:There's plenty more where that came from. But that's why you asked. You've got to seal, deal and pull the trigger.

Pacey: *seeing a pretty woman* Hello, wish me luck boys, Here I go.

*Pacey takes off from the bar in hopes of talking to the woman he saw*

Billy: So, who's it going to be, buddy? Time's a wasting and you don't got all night.

*Dawson looks around the bar and sees a older woman sitting down at a table wearing a shirt that reads "Film Threat". He goes over to her and taps her on the shoulder*

Dawson: Hi. My, my name is Dawson.

Nina:* turns and looks at him* Oh, you're Dawson. Wow, yeah, alright. Good to know. *turns back around with her back to him*

*Pacey, meanwhile, has made his way over to an attractive young woman.*

Pacey:Hey there. I'm the drummer for Pearl Jam. You?

Young Woman: You're dumber than who?

*Pacey takes off back to the bar to stand next to Billy. Dawson still won't give up on the Older Woman he's just met.*

Dawson: I just want to let you know that I completely understand the obsertity of this moment. Look I, I, actually thought about sending over a drink, or saying something clever, what's your sign. I just figured that direct would be the best approach, ie, my name is Dawson. Not that my name of itself should impress you but in the hopes that you might respond and tell me your name.

Nina: Did it occur to you that maybe I'm just not interested?

Dawson: Ahh,no. Blind optimism is one of my faults.

Nina: One of your faults? You have many?

Dawson: Let's see, there's my reckless taste of disregard for danger, my tiredism romanticism, and of course, there's the way I keep on talking even when the person I'm trying to impress has lost all hope.

Nina: My name is Nina. And if you ask me where Pinta and Santa Maria are, I'll be so out of here.

*Pacey and Billy are at the bar talking about Pacey striking out.*

Billy:So you find that someone special?

Pacey: I did. She didn't. * looks over and sees Dawson talking to Nina* Damn, check out Dawson, that girl's fine.

*Dawson and Nina are sitting at a table talking*

Nina: There's lots of women in this place. Why me? Did you notice my inner light or was it something a little more offbase?

Dawson:* laughing* Actually it was your shirt.

Nina: Really? This thing? And not even any cleavage. So, what are you, Dawson, some sort of film buff?

*Jen is sitting in her kitchen picking through her dinner. Joey knocks on the window*

Jen: Ah, come on in.

*Joey goes around to the back door and enters*

Jen: So, how's my favorite mother to be?

Joey: Actually, not so good. Look, I just came over here to tell you that I think we should call this whole thing off.

Jen: What? Why?

Joey: This is too much. I mean, I don't like to be in the middle of everything. Mrs. Tingle wants me to sign up for that Mommy and Me class. Yeah and Sherman Williams, that Adventist, offered to marry me today. But that's nothing compared to what they are doing to Warren.

Jen: Oh, wait a minute. You and I both know that guy deserves everything that's coming to him.

Joey: I guess. I don't know.

Jen: Joey, that guy treated you with no respect. Alright. That hurts, I know.

Joey: Oh, so that's what this is all about.

Jen: What? What do you mean?

Joey: You don't care about me. You're just looking for some convenient revenge scenerio to dump all your recedual male anger. Is that what Dawson was for you? Just some patsy to take a fall for all the guys who treated you bad?

Jen: Don't Joey. Alright, don't. Don't turn this into a Dawson thing.

Joey: You know, the real question was why I listened to you in the first place. I mean, Dawson was probably the first decent guy you ever gone out with and look what you did. You drove him right into the arms of a prostitute.

Jen: Joey, you took that one way too far. You want to know the truth? Okay, the truth is that ever since Dawson and I broke up, you've been scared to death.

Joey: Oh, please.

Jen: You've been scared because now there's no more excuses. There's no one else to blame. And now, when Dawson treats you like good 'ole understanding Joey, just one of the guys Joey. I'm not going to be around for you to hate. And that is how he will treat you.

*Joey storms out of Jen's house*

*Dawson and Nina are talking in the bar*

Nina: *talking to Dawson about Speilberg* Talk about movie directors. I can't believe you're a Speilberg fan. That guy makes slick fairy tales.

Dawson: Movies by nature are escape flicks. If you want reality, look out the window.

Nina: Ah, that's a Loch Ness.

Dawson: His movies make like billion dollars at the box office.

Nina: I can't believe you're blaming mainstream popularity to artistic merit. Methodology, then shouldn't we be studying Ace Ventura

Dawson: You're in film school?

*Billy comes over to Dawson and Nina*

Billy: Ah, Dawson, I've got that chocolate milk you ordered at the bar, there. *Billy looks over at Nina* And what is your name, beautiful?

Nina: Nina.

Billy: You can call me Columbus.

Nina: You know what, Dawson. This place is really getting crowded. What do you say that we get out of here?

Dawson: Yeah.

*Nina and Dawson get up from their chairs and leave*

*Dawson and Nina are walking to her car*

Dawson: So, thank you for back there. Billy, he's kind of a jerk, sometimes. He thinks he's, you know. It's cold here, a little chilly. He's from New York. Billy is. He's not the one that brought me here. Film school.

Nina: Dawson, are we doing something you don't want to do? Because you're giving a pretty convincing Rain Man. Look, all we're doing is walking to my car.

Dawson: And after that?

Nina: Well after that, I'm going home. You're the first person who's treated me right. I'm not in the habit of being the sexual facilitator.

Dawson: It's not like that.

Nina: Come on, I saw your friend over your shoulder. They did everything but hold up score cards.

Dawson: Maybe, Maybe it is something like that. I just got dumped.

Nina: Now it snaps into place.

Dawson: My friends thought the best way to get over her was...

Nina: To nail a stranger.

Dawson: Yeah.

Nina: I guessed. It's not exactly hard.

Dawson: Sorry. But it did quit being about that. I spent an hour talking to you and I forgot all about it, about her. And for the first time in three days, I don't feel so bad.

Nina: So, umm, would it impress your friends if you didn't leave here until morning?

Dawson: I think they'd wreck a statue.

Nina: Hey, tell you what, why don't you come over. Fall asleep watching tv. I mean, you're a Speilberg fan. It's not like I'm in any danger, right? Hurry up, come on before I start listening to that little voice inside my head telling me I should card you.

Dawson: That girl I told you about? I still sort of want her back. Maybe I'm just being really crazy here. I just don't think it would be right.

Nina:I can't decide if I'm offended or if you just restored my faith in the male sex.

*Dawson leans over and kisses Nina. Nina walks over to her car saying good-bye to Dawson*

Nina: Call me if she doesn't come to her senses.

*Nina gets in her car and drives off. Dawson walks back inside to his friends*

*The school's College Night. Jen is watching Joey who's on the other side of the room. Abby enters and goes up to Jen*

Abby: Imagining what she'll look like with a bowling ball in her uterus? Well, don't bother.

Jen: What do you mean? I thought she was.

Abby: No, she isn't. That girl's comic relief. Speaking of which, Warren Gerry was called into the nurse's office this afternoon for a lecture on contraception.

Jen: Well, good. He could use it.

Abby: You don't get it. Warren is the last person who needs that lecture. What you heard was a lie made up by a pathetic sophomore trying to land a popular boyfriend. Besides, Warren couldn't fertilize a garden.

Jen: What do you mean?

Abby: I had a chat with my friend Elyse today. She used to date Warren. She dated him for six months. She used to bake him spirit cookies before every game. She bought a four hundred dollar dress for a dance he failed to show up for.

Jen: Okay and your point is?

Abby:According to Elyse, Warren had one other significant failure as a boyfriend. Let's just say that he has a soft spot for the ladies in a very unfortunate location.

*Jen realizes what Abby is saying and goes over and tells Joey. They both start laughing*

*Pacey and Billy are in the bar drinking their drinks. Dawson enters and goes over to them*

Billy: Hey, man. What are you doing back here? You couldn't pull the trigger.

Dawson: I guess not.

Billy: You had her pratically begging for you. Listen, Dawson, for future reference, getting lucky comes down to a simple Beatles/Stones question.

Dawson: What?

Billy: Do you want to hold her hand or do you wantto spend the night with her? Many women say they're looking for a Beatle, but trust me, they're looking for something a little more tangible.

Dawson: Ah, thanks.I'll keep that in mind.

Pacey: You know what guys, maybe we should get out of here.

Billy: Ah, you know, it's funny watching you with this girl. So it makes sense the way you blew it with Jenny.

Dawson: I don't get you. You came into town to break me and Jen up. Mission accomplished. Are you pouting now, because some things didn't go according to plan.

Billy: What?

Dawson: You don't think I don't know that you wanted me to get lucky tonight. So you can go whisper in Jen's ear, convince her that all men are dogs and assume that she'd seek your comfort.

Billy: For all that wisdom, you sure bit hard

Dawson: Hard enough to know that it's not my style. Man, it's yours. In fact, your style is pathetic. You know, if you really had Jen's best interest at heart, you'd stay away from her.

Billy: Do you know these are the exact same words her dad used when he told me he sent her away? Do you think it's funny that you sound like her dad? I do.

Dawson: It's better than sounding like her loser ex boyfriend.

Billy: Well, I'm sorry you feel that way, Dawson. And since you two cool guys probably wouldn't want a loser like me hanging around, I tell you what, have a fun time home boys.

*Billy takes out his wallet and puts some money on the table for them before he leaves*

Pacey: You think you could maybe have waited until we were back in Capeside to throw out that last comment, Dawson?

*Pacey and Dawson just sit in the bar thinking about what just happened with Billy*

*Joey is sitting on the steps near Warren's locker. He enters and comes over to her*

Joey: Hey, lover boy, spare a minute?

Warren: You know, it's been a really long day.

Joey: Oh, my heart bleeds for you.

Warren: Look, I know you're not the girl for me but ah, here's an idea. One way to get rid of a lie is to make it the truth. So maybe you and me...

Joey: You know, I'm afraid I'd be getting myself worked up for something that is quite the anti-climax.

Warren: What?

Joey: You're a loser, Warren. And frankly, you've been banned.

Warren: So what is this? Some sort of sophomore threat?

Joey: No. Just a reminder that if one person says something, it's a rumor, two people, well, it's gospel. But you're probably not planning on dating anyone ever again, so..

Warren: Alright. What do you want?

Joey: Complete and utter denial.

Warren: Fine. Just so you know, the reason I picked you up this morning was, I thought it would be nice. You know, just. Saturday night, I have plans but they're breakable. What do you say? In public, official, groping optional, date?

Joey: Yeah. Sure, uh, yeah. Ah, just pick me up after my lobotomy.

*Joey leaves Warren standing in the hallway*

*Dawson and Pacey sitting on a bench in the rain*

Pacey: So, you wanted to get out of Capeside to get Jen off of your mind. Did it work?

Dawson: No. Although it did for awhile.

*Dawson and Pacey sit on the bench for a few seconds until Pacey speaks up*

Pacey: Alright, am I going to have to wait all night or are you going to tell me what happened outside the club with that woman.

Dawson: Nothing happened. I just walked her to her car. That's it. Nothing happened, alright? Trust me.

Pacey: So you're just wearing that lipstick for a fashion statement, right?

*Dawson blushes and Pacey laughs at Dawson's embarassment*

*Jen is sitting on the porch of her house reading a book by candlelight. Joey walks up to Jen's door and knocks. Jen looks up from her book and sees Joey*

Jen: Hey

Joey: Look, I'm having a ice cream anti-social. Want to join me?

Jen: Yeah. *puts her book down onto the table nearby* Yeah, sure.

*Joey walks over, carrying the bag of ice cream, to where Jen is sitting and sits down next to her*

Joey: The Warren Gerry information is profusing.

Jen: Rumor has it, that his public trash is already making the rounds.

Joey: Well, it is news and this is high school.

Jen: *noticing the flavor of the ice cream that Joey has brought over* Yumm, cookie dough. *pauses* So, so what do you think, Joey, is there any way we can keep Dawson from coming in between us?

Joey: Yeah..sure. He's only in love with one of us.

Jen: You're right. *pauses* must be, oh, a lot easier than being the object of his infactuation. *pauses* Although I doubt after today, either of us will be vying for his affections.

Joey: I know what you mean. I mean, just picturing Dawson, just so male, it's just. I don't know. It's made me nausous all day. *pauses thinking about what she's just said* You think he's already?

Jen: *close-up of Jen staring at her ice cream, thinking* Ummm.

*Joey is sitting in the chair next to his bed when Dawson enters. He goes over to his closet, takes off his sweatshirt, and shoes*

Joey: So, you get everything you went there for?

Dawson: Oh yeah, non-stop sex machine, Joey. You know me.

Dawson: *rubbing her head on the way to his bed* How was your day?

Joey:Ah, walked around Capeside, starting fullback, got knocked up.

Dawson: Oh, that's nice

Joey: So, was it all good clean fun, Dawson?

Dawson: *laying on his bed* Oh, not exactly.

Joey: Tell me about it.

Dawson: I will. There is *so much* I *want* to tell you, but I am *so* tired right now. I haven't slept in 24 hours.

Joey: You know what, I can wait. It's okay.

Dawson: Hey, for a while tonight, nothing reminded me of Jen. It was like looking at the world without blinded eyes.

*Dawson rolls over and starts to fall asleep.*

Joey: *to herself* Yeah, I can wait.

*Joey leans over and pulls the covers over Dawson for him and sits back in the chair watching him fall asleep*

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DAWSON'S CREEK
1X10 - DOUBLE DATE
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*Dawson's room - Joey is sitting on Dawson's bed and Dawson is sitting until he gets up...*

Dawson: Do you realize it's been nearly two weeks and not for once has she made an effort to get together...its just spend some time together...go to the movies. Do you think it's odd? Because it seems a little odd to me.

Joey: You are aware that she broke up with you, right?

Dawson: There's a certain way to handle these things and I thought Jen would hold herself to this.

Joey: Look Dawson, you don't sound like a guy who's disappointed in Jen's break-up etiquette, you sound like a guy who can't face the reality that it's over.

*Dawson flops down on the bed.*

Joey: Ya know not to sound harsh, you can't live in the past... you have to start preparing for life after Jen.

Dawson: Something tells me Joey has a theory.

Joey: Okay. Three main areas to focus on... first: Public perception.

Dawson: Which is?

Joey: Well, from now until the end of the semester you'll be known as the guy who got dropped. Most girls will view you as tainted goods and of course there will be the few who will feel incredibly sorry for you and offer the certain kind of sympathy. My advice: Avoid them.

Dawson: That's easy enough... what's next?

Joey: Well other guys.

Dawson: Other guys?

Joey: Look Dawson you have to be prepared for the possibility that Jen will begin dating again. Seeing her around with her new boyfriend... from this very window as she pauses coily at her garden gate and accepts a goodnight kiss from a guy who you feel physically and intellectually superior to in every way and you can't possibly --

Dawson: Okay Jo! I get the point. What's the third thing?

Joey: Well you and Jen.

Dawson: Me and Jen?

Joey: Yeah. The inevitable conversation which frankly I'm surprised you haven't had yet. Ya know she'll ask if the two of you can be friends 'cause she'd really like that if you could and you say.... c'mon Dawson you have to have an answer. And you say...

Dawson: I don't know...I want to be her friend...but I don't. I mean how...how can you be friends with someone when everytime you see them you think about how much more you really want?

Joey: Well, I'm no expert and this Dawson but, uh, I think it can be done.

*Dawson's Creek Theme Song "I Don't Want to Wait"*

*telephone rings*

Mitch: Hello? Yeah, hold on, she's right here.

Gail: Hello this is Gail. Yes well why don't we talk about this in the office. Yeah. Okay. Bye.

Mitch: Was that Calvin? I wish I'd known I haven't talked to him in a long time.

Gail: It wasn't Calvin.

Mitch: No? His voice sounded familiar. Who was it?

Gail: It was work-related. It isn't what you think it was.

Mitch: He has the nerve to call here?

Gail: He had a simple question.

Mitch: Oh..well. You tell Bob that the next time he calls here and interrupts my breakfast to talk to my wife, the only simple question he'll be asking is "Do you have health insurance?"

Gail: It doesn't even mean anything. You don't have to be angry with him.

Mitch: Yes wonderful. Starting the day hearing my wife give innocent motivations of her former lover. I'm angry, it just doesn't happen to be a bond.

Gail: Honey...Mitch...Mitchell!

CUT TO: Outside Capeside High School... people all over the campus... then inside in the hallway.*

Jen: Dawson!

Dawson: Hi Jen.

Jen: Hi. How ya doin'?

Dawson: Great... great, you?

Jen: Great.

Dawson: Alright.

*Dawson starts to walk off, obviously trying to shorten any possible conversations with Jen*

Jen: Dawson, uh, look I know this may sound weird and I know when people break-up there's that awkward time, ya know when two people who used to have so much to say to each other consider conversations reduced to the mirrors to small talk. I'm saying what somebody always says, and what everybody else never wants to hear but do you think it's possible in any conceivable way that we could still be friends? Dawson?

*Dawson stares off in the distance and CUT TO: inside Marine Biology class*

Pacey: So she asked you if you could still be friends... what did you say?

Dawson: I didn't really say anything really. I just kind of stared at her. Then I told her I would think about it.

Pacey: That's okay Dawson. You've still got some work to do here but I think we can salvage this.

Dawson: What are you talking about?

Pacey: *laughs* Just between you and me... you have no interest in just being Jen's friend. You still carry around this huge torch for her that has no hope of extinguishing itself anytime too soon, correct?

Dawson: Yeah.

Pacey: The last person who needs to know about this eternal flame is Jen. What serves your purpose here is to let her know that you're completely over her. Okay? It's yesterday's news. That's the quickest way to your ultimate goal of getting Jen back.

Dawson: How do you do that?

*Girl walks over to the table where Dawson and Pacey are sitting in the classroom*

Mary Beth: Hey Dawson!

Dawson: Hey Mary Beth.

Mary Beth: So I hear we're getting our mid-terms back today.

Dawson: Yeah? I can't wait.

*Girl walks off.*

Pacey: Now okay. Upgrading Jen to girlfriend status is really a two-part tactic. The FIRST thing you gotta do is let her know that you're completely cool with the idea of being her friend. Okay? The quicker you can ray in some sort of indifference the less special she's going to feel. And the less special she feels the more she's going to crave that very special feeling that comes from being Dawson Leery's girlfriend. That's a feeling that's not included in the friend package.

*Bell rings*

Dawson: So what's the second thing?

Pacey: Slow down my friend. Let's not get ahead of ourselves.

Dr. Rand: Okay, the rumor is true you will be getting your mid-term exams back today. Most of you did very well. Well before I hand them back I'd like to see the following people after class... Pacey Whitter... well, I guess that's it.

*CUT TO: timelapse, Pacey in Mr. Hannah's Marine Biology room after class, looking at his test and seeing a big red 32% F*

Dr. Rand: I know you're a bright kid. You know what I did first thing after I finished grading this?

Pacey: Stopped laughing?

Dr. Rand: I went to the guidance office. And looked at your standardized test scores. You have an aptitude for this stuff Pacey. So when a student who is really bright makes a 32 on a mid-term... do you know who's fault that is?

Pacey: Yours?

Dr. Rand: Of course not. It's entirely yours. Look, maybe marine biology is not your thing alright fine I'm not offended. But I'm going to make you an offer that I highly recommend you accept. I want you to complete an extra-credit project for me. Show me that you understand everything that we're learning here and I'll pass you.

Pacey: Yeah. Sure what do I have to do?

Dr. Rand: First you have to wait for a student from my 6th period class to arrive.

Pacey: Another rocket scientist I presume.

Dr. Rand: And then I'm going to assign a project that the two of you will work on after school and on free periods.

*Joey walks in*

Joey: Hi Dr. Rand. Oh I can come back ya know if you...

Dr. Rand: No no no no you're right on schedule. Joey, meet your new lab partner.

Joey: Him?!

Pacey: Her?! Dr. Rand I'd like to lodge a formal protest. You never told me I was going to be working with a repressed control freak.

Joey: And you never said my grade was dependent upon some remedial underachiever.

Dr. Rand: Well, wonderful. I see no introductions are necessary.

Joey: *mumbling* No.

*CUT TO: Capeside High hallway. Dawson is walking over to Jen.*

Dawson: Jen! Hi.

Jen: Hi...

Dawson: Look I'm a little embarressed. You asked me a very simple question earlier and I said I'd think about it and I have come up with a very simple answer. Jen, I would love to be your friend.

Jen: Really?

Dawson: Absolutely. And to ease any of your remaining doubts, let me prove it to you.

Jen: Okay...

Dawson: Okay. So... let's have a friendly conversation. How was your day?

Jen: Not too bad, yours?

Dawson: Excellent, thank you. Any exciting plans for the upcoming weekend?

Jen: Look Dawson... your... your friendship means a lot to me but I mean maybe this isn't such a good idea.

Dawson: We're friends now, okay? Look whatever it is, I think I can take it.

Jen: Okay in the name of friendship, however misguided, I have a date... with Cliff... this weekend. We're going to the carnival on Saturday.

Dawson: Is that what you didn't want to tell me? 'Cause quite frankly I'm relieved.

Jen: Relieved?

Dawson: Yeah the truth is I also have a date this weekend. And we're going to the carnival. Isn't that a coincidence?

Jen: Yeah it is... uh... ya know if you want us to go someplace else we can easily change our plans.

Dawson: Change plans? Jen, ya know, we shouldn't run away from these things. We should look at them as opportunities.

Jen: Opportunities for what?

Dawson: A double date.

Jen: Are you serious?

Dawson: Yeah c'mon what do you say? The four of us?

Jen: I'd say it's a little unexpected but if you're okay with it...

Dawson: Completely.

Jen: Okay. Great...great.

Dawson: So I will see you Saturday...

Jen: Yeah.

*Dawson walks away and in the background you see Jen with a not-too-happy look on her face and Dawson seems to have the same look and he turns around and they both put on a fake reassuring smile. Dawson walks around the corner as the bell rings*

Pacey: Remember how I told you getting Jen back was a two-part process? Dawson: Yeah.

Pacey: Well, this is the second part.

Dawson: What? Humiliating myself at an amusement park?

Pacey: No man, dating other women. This is your chance to let Jen see you in action with other girls. Now I'll admit that going on a double date would be kind of an advanced maneuver but high risk, high reward, this could be exactly the thing you're looking for.

Dawson: Except for one thing.

Pacey: What's that?

Dawson: My companion for Saturday at this point is Fiction.

Pacey: That's not really a problem. I mean, I admit, it's kind of short notice but there's a lot of young ladies who would give up their very uneventful plans for a date with Dawson Leery. Huh?

Dawson: Yeah.

Pacey: In fact, I think I have the perfect candidate, right there.

*CUT TO: Close-up of Mary Beth. CUT TO: Dawson standing above Mary Beth's table.*

Dawson: Mary Beth.

Mary Beth: Oh hi Dawson.

Dawson: Do you mind if I join you?

Mary Beth: Oh no no no please.

Dawson: Look I was...*laughs*...maybe this is short notice and if it is I apoligize but I was wondering if you wanted to sort of go out with me on Saturday.

Mary Beth: Like on a date?

Dawson: Yeah. Of course. Is there something wrong?

Mary Beth: No... yeah, well, yeah, um, I know that you just broke up with Jen. And I don't know the particulars of it all but I do know it's a common mistake made by many to date before they're really ready.

Dawson: I'm ready. Completely ready. Could not be more ready.

Mary Beth: Honest?

Dawson: Honest.

*CUT TO: Inside Marine Biology classroom where Joey and Pacey are sitting behind an aquarium.*

Pacey: Boy this is fascinating.

Joey: I'm sorry there are no cartoons to make it interesting for you Pacey but it's not designed to be fascinating. It's designed to be educational.

Pacey: Thank you Dr. Schweitzer. Now refresh my memory as to why we're here again.

Joey: Observing the reproductive process of pomenatis snails. And Dr. Rand said that they reproduce more when they're happy so by varying the contents of the tank we can determine which factors are most condusive to the reproduction.

Pacey: Why didn't you just say that? We'll buy 'em a couple drinks, turn off the lights, and come back in a couple days.

Joey: You know you never fail to disappoint do you Pacey? I mean, why did I actually think that the very real prospect of repeating marine biology next summer might cause you to take this project seriously.

Pacey: Please. Summer school?

Joey: Yeah.

Pacey: *laughing* It'll never happen. Only morons go to summer school.

Joey: Yeah, well the last time I checked you're pulling a stellar F minus so without this extra credit project, Pacey, I'm very well certain that, you're grade will not only place you squarely among the morons, but you may very well be their leader!

*CUT TO: Dawson's room. Dawson is doing some kind of craft and his dad [Mitch] walks into the room.*

Mitch: Hey.

Dawson: Hey.

Mitch: Sorry to interrupt but I was wondering if anyone called that I should know about.

Dawson: Nope. Nothing.

Mitch: What about yesterday? Any calls?

Dawson: C'mon I always leave your messages on that little pad next to the answering machine.

Mitch: Forgive me Dawson but maybe I'm not being clear. I didn't ask if anyone had called for me personally. I asked if anyone had called that I should know about.

Dawson: No. He didn't call.

Mitch: Ah, well then, very good. Thank you Dawson.

*CUT TO: Inside the marine biology room.*

Joey: Pacey it was your responsibility last night to check on these snails and now look at them. They're dead. Their shells are completely empty.

Pacey: I know it. I'm sorry. I really am.

Joey: Ridiculous. I mean, yesterday we had a science project and now we have what? Two-thirds of a charm bracelet? Look I'm going to tell Dr. Rand that this experiment within an experiment just isn't working out.

Pacey: Hey before you go run off to Dr. Rand there is an explanation for all this. There is. Alright ya know how you said this experiment was all about seeing which environment was best for the snails right? So I did come in last night. And I was watching the snails and I'm watching the snails and nothing's happening. So I added some food and then I added some water and there was still nothing happening in there so I thought the problem maybe wasn't the environment. Maybe these snails just didn't like each other. Right? Maybe they just needed to loosen up a little bit.

Joey: Pacey I told you yesterday. Pomenidis snails are single-sexed they DON'T need another organism to reproduce.

Pacey: Alright and I would have remembered that if I actually listen when you talk to me. But I just thought that maybe snails are just like guys, ya know, that their ultimate fantasy is to be with two female snails at the same time. Right? Maybe that's what this project needed to get moving along.

Joey: Let me get this straight: You tried to create some sort of a snail menage a trois?

Pacey: Well it sounds stupid when you say it out loud, but it... I just saw this REALLY pretty snail over in the tank over by the window... and I don't know last night it just seemed really brilliant.

Joey: Let me fill you in on something here. You know this pretty little snail over here by the window? It's what you call a carnivore snail... and do you know what carnivore snails eat?

Pacey: Other snails.

Joey: Yeah. Other snails. Other snails such as our snails. Such as the snails that we're desperately relying on to raise our marine biology grade.

Pacey: Okay. I'm sorry. Okay? I know how important this project was for you... to us, okay? So whatever I need to do... however I can make this up to you Joey.

*CUT TO: Joey's front lawn. Dawson is outside telling Joey about what's going on and Joey is picking stuff up in her yard.*

Joey: I'm disappointed in you Dawson. I mean, it's obvious you're just using Mary Beth to make Jen jealous.

Dawson: I know. Do you think I don't know that Joey? I'm a eel of the worst kind. The kind that preys on an innocent young girl with an inexplicable crush on me and convinces her to go out with me for my own personal gain.

Joey: Well if you know that then don't do it. Just call her up and tell her you have to stay in to... wash your hair or something.

Dawson: Yeah but I can't Joey. It's just I know if I was really the person I thought I was I would have enough consideration for Mary Beth's feelings and cancel the date but I don't know I just... I don't feel like myself lately, ya know? Anyways, Pacey says I should look at this as an oppurtunity.

Joey: Wait you're taking romantic advice from a guy who spent his evening trying to get three snails to sleep with each other?

Dawson: Well when you put it that way...

Joey: Look, Dawson. Your little departure into Jerkdom is understandable perhaps but it's nothing to be proud of. Just promise you won't make a habit of it?

Dawson: Jo. I won't. I promise.

Joey: Because, despite current evidence to the contrary, you're one of the good ones Dawson. And the other side is populated enough.

Dawson: Ya know, all things considered, I really wish I was taking you with me tonight.

Joey: Well, all things considered, I kind of wish you were, too.

*Pacey pulls up in a truck. Honks the horn twice.*

Pacey: C'mon Joey let's get a move on.

Joey: I see my devient lab partner has arrived. Pacey has gratiously offered to transport me to the tidal pool so we can find a pair of suitable replacement snails. See ya!

*CUT TO: Carnival*

Mary Beth: Dawson! Dawson!

Dawson: Mary Beth! Hi.

Mary Beth: Hi. So is it too forward if I tell you you look really nice?

Dawson: No it's not, thanks. So do you.

Mary Beth: Oh no you shouldn't feel obligated to say that. I mean... I uh... let's just start over again. Hi I'm Mary Beth.

Dawson: Dawson.

*Jen and Cliff walk over.*

Cliff: Perfect. Looks like we're just in time for introductions, huh?

Dawson: Yeah! Mary Beth... this is Jen Lindley... and Cliff... her date.

Jen: Hi Mary Beth. Nice to meet you.

Mary Beth: Same here. I think. Um Dawson... a word, please.

Dawson: Sure. We'll catch up!

Mary Beth: This wasn't a pre-coincidence, was it?

Dawson: A word, no.

Mary Beth: Look maybe on your planet taking your ex-girlfriend on a double date is a good idea, but from where I come from it's not. In fact it's a decidedly lousy idea. Especially when you fail to inform your evening's companion.

Dawson: It's not what you think.

Mary Beth: Well, before you tell me what I think, let me tell you. I think it's pretty obvious that you're still hung up on her.

Dawson: Mary Beth!

Mary Beth: Please know that I am not often wrong about this.

Dawson: Not now.

Mary Beth: Humor me.

Dawson: Okay. Here's the absolute truth.

*Commercial break* *Joey and Pacey rowing down a stream*

Pacey: I've often regarded trowing for snails one of the most underrated ways of spending one's leisure time.

Joey: Ya know despite what you may think this isn't my first choice for a Saturday afternoon either. But then again I wasn't the one who tried to turn our aquarium into Plato's retreat now was I?

Pacey: Ya know Joey I've been curious about something. I thought you were this great student... so what happened to you on this mid-term?

Joey: What do you mean what happened?

Pacey: What grade did you get? Was it a massive failure like mine or was it one of those near-misses? I'm dying to know.

Joey: Ya know we're almost there and we don't have a lot of time. Let's just save the chit-chat for later, okay?

*CUT TO: Carnival*

Mary Beth: So you're really doing this for Jen?

Dawson: Exactly.

Mary Beth: Oh it's one of her first dates with Cliff... she probably doesn't want to be alone with him...she probably doesn't even know if she likes him....so in order to take the pressure off... she asked to make it a double. God Dawson that is really very sweet of you.

Dawson: Really don't mention it.

Mary Beth: I can imagine some of these guys even trying to sabotage their ex girlfriend's dates.

Dawson: Really? Thats terrible.

Mary Beth: Yeah I know. But anyway...what should we do now?

Dawson: Um...*sees Jen and Cliff at a game booth*... I think I have an idea.

*CUT TO: Joey and Pacey looking for snails on a marsh*

Joey: Alright Pacey the water's getting kind of high so we should probably --- Pacey!

Pacey: What?

Joey: Please tell me that you tied our boat up and the one floating downstream isn't ours.

Pacey: I tied the boat up and the one floating downstream isn't ours.

*Joey sighs*

*CUT TO: Carnival. Dawson & Cliff are throwing baseballs at three bottles. Cliff knocks down more than Dawson.*

Cliff: Oh tough luck little man.

Booth Guy: And we've got a winner.

Cliff: Which one?

Jen: Go ahead. Pick whichever I trust you.

Cliff: Great. We'll take.... that one.

Booth Guy: Big cat for the little lady.

Mary Beth: You know what the ferris wheel is working again so if anybody wants to take a ride...

Dawson: Once more you and me.

Cliff: What's that?

Dawson: You heard me. Rack 'em.

Cliff: Look Dawson there's no shame in losing here. I mean I did come in 3rd in the pitch-hit-and-run summer contest in Boston so if you don't wanna get--

*Dawson throws a ball*

Dawson: Your turn.

Mary Beth: Classic pissing contest.

Dawson: After you.

Cliff: Oh Dawson, no pressure here, alright?

Dawson: Yeeessss!

Booth Guy: And we've got a winner. So my friend who's the lucky lady?

*Dawson looks at Jen and then looks at Mary Beth and then looks back at Jen*

Dawson: Um we need to talk.

*CUT TO: Pacey and Joey in the water*

Pacey: Look it's no big deal the boat will wash ashore eventually.

Joey: Well believe it or not the boat isn't my first concern. I should have know after what you did to our snails that I wouldn't be far behind. I'm freezing.

Pacey: Look it's just a little cold water you're going to survive. It's a prediction I make with all due (missed the word here) at this point.

Joey: Hmm clever. Speaking of survival I thought all creatures of your brain power went extinct a few years back.

Pacey: You know it's amazing. A personality like yours and you still can't get any dates.

Joey: Even more amazing, a personality like yours and you can.

*CUT TO: Joey and Pacey climbing out of the water*

Pacey: We'll get some dry clothes when we get to your house. For right now though, change into this.

Joey: A blanket? You want me to change into that?

Pacey: Yeah take off your wet clothes and wrap yourself in this blanket just like I'm going to do.

Joey: Wait a minute you want me to get naked?

Pacey: Please this is not for my enjoyment it's so you don't get sick. But if you have your heart set on pneumonia, feel free.

Joey: Fine.

Pacey: No peeking.

Joey: Oh yeah. The idea of seeing you in your birthday suit is really my idea of a thrill.

Pacey: Well a lot of people would consider you a very lucky woman.

Joey: Many people would consider you a very deluded man.

Pacey: Okay. All set over here. How you doin'?

Joey: You take one more step in this direction and I can almost gurantee you a permanent disability.

Pacey: Tell you what... why don't I just start the car?

Joey: Good idea.

*Pacey jumps into the truck and watches Joey change in the side mirror on his truck*

Joey: What?

Pacey: Nothin'.

Joey: What? What's that smile of yours? Is it because I look ridiculous?

Pacey: No.

Joey: Or is it that my misfortune amuses you? Or maybe it's because you like putting me in the most awkward situations and watching me squirm Pacey.

Pacey: No it's nothing like that. I was just thinking to myself that when you loosen up you're not half bad to be around... bordering on fun even.

*Joey looks confused... then she smiles.*

Joey: Home, Jeeves.

Pacey: Yes, Miss Daisy.

Dawson: Mary Beth?

Mary Beth: Oh God. I'm so embarressed. Good ol' Mary Beth... creating scenes wherever she goes.

Dawson: Please Mary Beth I'm the one who should be embarressed. I have an explanation and this time I owe you the truth. And you have every right to be upset with...everything you told me before... everything that I convinced you wasn't the truth...well it was. You're right. I'm not over Jen yet. Not nearly. And I came on this date not to help her but to get her back.

Mary Beth: Dawson look. You're a nice guy and I like you. Do I like you like you? No. You're a little too narotic for that.

Dawson: Okay. So then why did you go out with me?

Mary Beth: First I felt sorry for you. I mean you seemed to be still hung up on Jen. And ya know, you seemed nice enough. And my Saturday wasn't exactly action packed.

Dawson: Ok. So if it wasn't my feelings for Jen that upset you what was it? Mary Beth?

Mary Beth: Do you ever notice how Cliff's eyes sort of smile when he talks to you?

Dawson: Oh God you have a crush on Cliff?

Mary Beth: It was at that moment that I fully processed that he had absolutely no interest in me. He's too hung up on Jen.

Dawson: He is.

Mary Beth: She's pretty hung up on him too.

Dawson: She is?

Mary Beth: Afraid so.

Dawson: Move over.

Mary Beth: Of course. This doesn't mean we can't help each other out.

*CUT TO: In line for the Ferris Wheel*

Dawson: You havin a nice time Jen?

Jen: Yeah. Yeah great.

Dawson: Are you ready?

Mary Beth: Yeah let's do it.

Jen: Wow looks like we're finally next huh?

Mary Beth: Perfect so Cliff why don't you ride with me because we partly chatted all night.

Cliff: Uh... but...

*CUT TO: Inside Joey's house*

Pacey: Thanks for the clothes Jo.

Joey: Well don't thank me thank Bodie they're his.

Pacey: Ya know Joey... we are on dry land and you never did answer my question.

Joey: What question was that?

Pacey: Your mid-term grade. Listen I know you're a little embarressed so I'll reveal mine. I got somewhere in the neighborhood of a 32.

Joey: Pacey...

Pacey: C'mon Joey just toss it out there.

Joey: No.

Pacey: Okay then let me guess at it... 58... 38... 18...

Joey: 98.

Pacey: Nine eight? Which one was it a 9 or an 8?

Joey: Both of them. Ok?

Pacey: Ok. I assume there's a suitable explanation for that story, right Jo?

Joey: You want an explanation? Look around me Pacey. Look at what my life is. I mean I'm a border in my sister's house, I share my bedroom with the living room, and my social life consists of a part-time job. And as far as I know there's only 2 ways to make my life better. The way that doesn't involve me waking up and finding this is all a dream involves a college scholarship. And when I apply I better have the grades that don't give them a choice because a scholarship is pretty much my only way out of Capeside. And if I don't get out of her Pacey... well, I'll be a sadder story then I care to imagine.

Pacey: I wouldn't worry Jo. You're going to make it outta here. You're going to go to some great school and send me postcards back here. I'll be tending bars and pumping gas.

Joey: C'mon Pacey you'll get out too.

Pacey: If the circuses hire. Tell you what though... don't bet against that Potter girl.

*CUT TO: Carnival.*

Dawson: So you havin fun tonight or what?

Jen: Yea.

Dawson: Is that a yes to the fun or a yes to the what?

Jen: The fun. Ohhh great.

Dawson: I'm sure it will be fixed in a minute.

*CUT TO: Mary Beth and Cliff*

Mary Beth: You what I find fascinating? Um is the word flammable and inflammable mean the exact same thing. Isn't that bizarre?

*CUT TO: Dawson and Jen*

Dawson: So you and Cliff seem pretty together.

Jen: Oh I wouldn't exactly say that.

Dawson: What would you say?

Jen: I would say it's only a date. I would say we're just getting to know each other. I would also say that I don't think I want to talk about this with you anymore. Dawson I know I made a big deal out of remaining friends with you and at the risk of sounding rude I think I should take back my offer.

Dawson: What's that supposed to mean?

Jen: It means you shouldn't be here. I don't know why you wanted to come here or why I let you come but I really don't see that a smooth transition into friendship is in the cards for us Dawson.

Dawson: Well I don't know if you'd have time for me anyways with your busy dating schedule and what not...

Jen: You know I would love if we could get off this ferris wheel without insulting each other any further.

Dawson: Oh am I insulting you Jen?

Jen: Yeah.

Dawson: Is that what I'm doing? Because that's not my intent. My intent was to ask for one small clarification.

Jen: And what's that?

Dawson: When you broke up with me one of the many questions that I asked you was why. Remember that? And do you remember your response? Your very convincing, very heartfelt response? That you needed to be alone. That there were too many men in your life and that you needed time away from them.

Jen: Dawson I didn't --

Dawson: And correct me if I'm wrong but Cliff Elliot isn't exactly with the women's class (or something).

Jen: It's a date. Alright? It's not like I'm planning our engagement party.

Dawson: Okay then why didn't you just tell me the truth? Why didn't you... why didn't you just say what I'm now, much to my dismay and embarressment beginning to realize? That you weren't tired of men you were just tired of me.

Jen: That is not true. Dawson that is not true.

Dawson: Alright enough. Prove me wrong then. Look at me and tell me I was wrong. That I completely misread the situation. Jen look at me.

Jen: Dawson I don't want to do this right now. Alright?

Dawson: You asked me two questions awhile ago and I'd like to answer them. First of all, why am I here? For all the obvious reasons Jen, all the cliches about the ex boyfriend who's still hung up on his ex. That doesn't want to say goodbye. Who can't let go. Now why did you allow me to come? Could it be... could it possibly be that your reasons are the same as mine? That you need me just as much as I need you? Jen?

Jen: Dawson.

Dawson:Okay just... just don't tell me I was wrong.

*Dawson is sitting on a bench alone. He sees Joey and Pacey*

Dawson: What are you guys doing here?

Joey: Just checking out some of the fame of Capeside nightlife.

Pacey: Oh uh actually I need to talk to you Dawson.

Dawson: Okay.

Pacey: In private.

Dawson: Alright.

*They walk away.*

Pacey: How's tonight going for you?

Dawson: Put it this way... terribly. You?

Pacey: Not so bad actually. Um and that's what I'm here to ask you about. I gotta ask your permission for something.

Dawson: Permission?

Pacey: Yeah. You know that Joey and I have never particularly liked each other. Right? That's why it seemed like such a bad idea when we got stuck together on that marine biology thing. Funny thing is... it wasn't. And somehow... somewhere not only did I stop disliking her... but I started liking her.

Dawson: As a friend.

Pacey: At first.

Dawson: Okay at first implies that your feelings for Joey are somewhat beyond the friendship stage.

Pacey: Thats good because thats exactly what I meant to imply.

Dawson: You have the hots for Joey? Pacey what have you been inhaling too many lab chemicals? You and Joey are mortal enemies.

Pacey: Hey would you mind keeping your voice down? This isn't exactly public knowledge at this point.

Dawson: You're serious?

Pacey: Yeah!

Dawson: Okay. So you like Joey. What do you need my permission for?

Pacey: I don't know how to say this. I know you two have this long tortured subtext together. I just wanted to make sure that if I were to do something about this like kiss her or whatever that I wouldn't be stepping on any toes.

Dawson: You're my friend. Joey's my friend. I don't care who she kisses. And if it's you so much the better. I mean, my two best friends... kissing... what could be better than that?

Pacey: Great so you're cool with it then?

Dawson: Yeah.

Pacey: Alright Dawson see ya later.

Dawson: No wait I'm not cool with it.

Pacey: You're not.

Dawson: No.

Pacey: So what do we do now?

Dawson: Nothing. Nothing. Cause you know what? I am fine with it. Momentary lapse there. I couldn't be more fine with it. Go ahead. Kiss her. You have my blessing.

Pacey: You're sure this time?

Dawson: Absolutely. Definitely.

*CUT TO: Pacey and Joey pulling up to Joey's house*

Pacey: Well am I going to have to fail another mid-term or can we do this again sometime?

Joey: Well we still have a report to write and I'm pretty sure we're going to spending a lot of time together.

Pacey: Actually that's not what I was talking about Joey.

Joey: Then what did you mean?

Pacey: Well let me put it to you this way...

*They kiss. Joey pushes him away.*

Joey: Pacey! What the hell was that for?

Pacey: I blame myself. We clearly didn't have the desire for that. (I dunno if thats right but..)

Joey: Why in the world would... well I guess I know why you would... why would you?

Pacey: I had a nice time today. A nice time that exceeded my wildest expectations. I was confused, and surprised... and attracted. You?

Joey: Well... confused and surprised.

Pacey: Not... it's okay. I can deal with rejection pretty effortlessly. So long as we don't extend this really awkward moment any longer than we have to.

Joey: Goodnight Pacey. I had a nice time too today.

Pacey: Jo.

Joey: Yeah?

Pacey: By some slim chance if you would have kissed me back. You would have probably been thinking about someone else, right?

*Joey just kinda smiles and turns around.*

*CUT TO: Dawson in his room and then he gets up and comes downstairs and the phone is ringing.*

Mitch: Let it ring.

*Gail laughs*

*CUT TO: Video store. Dawson comes in.*

Dawson: Pacey! I figured you'd be here. Listen what we talked about before, what you asked me, I changed my mind I don't want you to do it.

Pacey: Please you're going to have to refresh my memory so we're on the same page here.

Dawson: You know what I'm talking about.

Pacey: Joey? You don't want me to kiss Joey? Whoa. You seem a little worked up Dawson. I don't know how to break this to you.

Dawson: Break what to me?

Pacey: You're a little late.

Dawson: You kissed her.

Pacey: Oh yeah. Not only that she kissed me back. Right there in the back seat of the Whitter family truck. We played tonsil hockey for about an hour. She invites me in but it was a little late, so I didn't. She's cooking for me tomorrow night. She said she's always wanted to cook for the right man... I guess she's found him. We're thinking about heading up to this cozy little B&B up the coast... spend a little quality time this weekend.

Dawson: You're so full of it.

Pacey: Yes I am. So are you. You know... it's time you start asking yourself some serious questions Dawson. 'Cause you exhaust way too much time and energy on a girl you call your friend. So you know what? Let's just set the record straight here... who's it gonna be? Is it Jen or is it Joey? Do you like the blond or do you like the brunette? These questions are not going to go away Dawson. It's time you start providing some answers.