>Dawson's
room. Jen is reading something and Dawson is
watching TV
Dawson: Jen, you're killin' me.
Jen holds up a finger.
Jen: Hang on...hang on...
Dawson leans his head back in frustration.
Jen: Alright.
Dawson pauses the remote and moves up to sit
across from her.
Jen: Dawson, you can unflinch, I'm done.
Dawson: Okay, so...
Jen: What? What do you want me to say?
Dawson: The truth.
Jen: Okay..the truth truth or the 'what Dawson
wants to hear' truth?
Dawson: So in other words, you hated it.
Jen: No.
Dawson covers his face with his hands
Jen: Dawson, Dawson, no, I didn't hate it. I just
thought that it was, I don't know, for the lack
of a better word....fluff.
Dawson: Fluff. Fluff?! How can it be fluff Jen?!
My heart and soul went into that script!
Jen: I'm just saying that your heart and soul
depicting the lives and loves of these teens in a
small town just seems like it comes from a naive
sort of point of view.
Dawson: I-I-It's supposed to be naive, Jen! It's
about the magic--the age of innocence, you know?
Sexual awakening. The magic of first love.
Jen: Dawson, look, your script is good, okay?
It's funny and it's timely and it's smart and
it's well-written. It's just lacking relevance to
today's society.
Dawson sighs
Jen: You go out of your way to comment on teen
life, but say very little about it.
Dawson leans his head against the closet
Dawson: If you move that knife just a hair to the
left, you might get the jugular.
Jen pats him on the back
Jen: C'mere, c'mere. I'm not sending you
spiraling into a depression here, all I'm saying
is it's just lacking a little uumph, you know?
The anger and the edge and just the raw, dark
pain that comes with being young.
Dawson: Jen, I am raw and dark.
Jen laughs
Dawson: What?
Jen: Okay, okay, in theory, maybe.
Dawson: What?
Jen: In theory, maybe. All I'm saying is you just
lack the proof and facts to back that up.
Dawson: Proof and facts? What do I need to prove
the fact that I'm raw and dark? Do I need to
take, like, a gun to school?
Jen: No, Dawson.
Dawson: Kill my parents in their sleep? What
exactly?
Jen: No you just need to loosen up a little bit,
okay?
Dawson: I--
Jen: Move on. Start writing from the gut. Stop
responding with such an adult perspective.
Dawson: And how do I do that?
Jen: Teenage 101.
Dawson looks at her confused.
Jen: Maybe it's time you start pretending like
you really are 15.
Dawson acts like he's still confused.
Jen: I think...I think I could actually show you
how to reclaim those missing years. C'mon,
Dawson, what do you say?
Dawson looks as if he's so not into this.
Cut to Joey walking to school. Andie comes up.
Andie: Hey Joey! I was hoping I'd see you today.
I mean, I see you everyday but this is different.
Joey: It's 7am. Slow down.
Andie: Okay, well, let me explain. Last night I
had a hard time sleeping which is really strange
for me because usually I'm out like a light, but
anyways, I was laying there and all of a sudden I
had this epiphany(sp?). I know this is going to
sound really strange, but it involved you.
Joey: It's kind of early in the day for
epiphanies, Andie, but thanks for sharing.
Andie: Let me explain, this is important. Student
council elections are right around the corner and
I was thinking I could make a lot of positive
changes as sophomore class president.
Joey: And...
Andie: And a really great presidential candidate
needs a really great running mate. That would be
you.
Joey: No way. Forget about it, Andie. I don't do
student government.
Andie: No, no, no, Joey. I checked your GPA and
you are in the top 3% of the class. You have a
responsibility to let the academically less
fortunate benefit from your wisdom.
Joey: Maybe you haven't heard, Andie, but I'm not
exactly Miss Congeniality of Capeside, okay? And
adding my name to your ticket would only assure
you a loss. And everybody knows my sort-of family
history, okay?
Andie: Look, in the high school chronological
chart, it's ancient history. And your average
teenager has an attention span of just under 2
seconds. You've got a clean slate, Joey, so will
you at least think about it?
They walk into school.
Joey: Look, Andie, I'm flattered, but I'd only
screw up your chances, trust me. I gotta go.
Joey hurries off to class. Pacey rounds the
corner. He catches up to her and kisses her on
the neck
Andie: smiles Hey, you.
Pacey: What's shakin' McPhee?
Chris hands Andie a flyer.
Chris: Hey man, vote for Chris & Abby on
election day.
Abby: Wherever you go, Pacey, the slacker vote
follows.
Pacey: And, once again, Abby, your natural,
irrepressible charm shines it's way through.
Andie laughs
Pacey: Fabulous. James Bond and Prissy Galore are
going to rule our class.
Andie: Not necessarily.
Pacey: Who's going to beat them?
Andie: Me.
Pacey: Yeah, right.
Andie: No, I'm serious, Pacey.
Pacey: What sane person would want to waste their
time on school politics when they could be
spending oodles of quality time with me.
Andie: Because it all falls into my master plan.
School politics looks great on college
applications.
Pacey: Who's your running mate going to be?
Andie: Still working on that one, but you're
going to be my campaign manager.
Pacey: I am?
Andie: Yep. 'Cause I wouldn't want us to miss out
on our 'oodles of quality time.'
They turn the corner and walk by a girl's
bathroom when Jen walks out and heads towards
Dawson's locker.
Jen: Hey Dawson. What's up?
Dawson: Oh, just doing the same old fluff,
irrevelant existance in the middle age
darklessness.
Jen: Okay, so why don't we do something about
that?
Dawson: Like what?
Jen: Cut class.
Dawson: What?!
Jen: Ditch. Bail. Leave the premises without
permission. Something that normal students do at
random.
Dawson: Not even in the realm of possibility.
Jen: Why not?
Dawson: First of all, I don't believe that
cutting class is a "missing" experience
that will unleash all the answers of the universe
to me and I have a quiz in history.
Jen: Okay, so you can make it up tomorrow.
Dawson, in order to write about being a teenager
you actually need to experience being one.
Dawson: Next week, I promise.
They start walking
Jen: Life is composed of moments. Just like your
script. And you have to take those moments as
they come, impulses only.
Dawson: stops Okay. Let's do it.
Jen: Really?
Dawson: Yeah, impulse, let's cut, c'mon. You
lead.
Jen: Alright.
Jen turns to head out the door and Dawson darts
into his classroom. Jen gets outside the door and
turns around and doesn't see Dawson. She sighs.
CUT TO Leery household.
Gail: I'm sorry, Mitch. I just didn't know who
else to call.
Mitch: It's fixed. Go ahead, turn it on. Turn it
to rinse.
It works. Then the door flies open and water
sprays all over Mitch and Gail and Gail starts
laughing hysterically and Mitch hurries and
closes the door.
Mitch: You think this is real funny, don't you?
Gail: I think it's hilarious.
Mitch: I'm sure you do. He takes off his wet
shirt.
Gail: You're drenched.
Mitch: Look at you, you're not so dry yourself.
He squeezes his shirt out and splashes water on
Gail. She gets a dish towel.
Gail: Uh huh, well look at you.
Their eyes meet.
Gail: Mitch?
They start making out heavily and he puts her on
the counter where she takes off her shirt and
then they move over to the dining room table
where they continue to make out. Dawson opens the
door and sees them and looks surprised but smiles
and leaves and closes the door. He's shown
outside with a confused, yet happy, look on his
face.
Cut to the Icehouse. Jack and Joey are stacking
coffee creamers.
Joey: Did you inherit your clumsy genes from your
mother or your father? I mean, Andie's not
clumsy...a little high strung...but not clumsy.
Jack sets one and knocks the whole thing down.
Jack: Alright, best 2 outta 3. Loser cleans the
deep fryer.
Joey: Seriously, I mean, I take after my mom. Who
do you take after? Your mother or your father?
I'm guessing it's your mom.
Jack: Okay, alright, you win. I'll clean the deep
fryer. But I'm a little fuzzy on the process so
you might have to stay late and help me with the
proper procedure.
Joey: How do you do that?
Jack: What?
Joey: Everytime I ask you something a little
personal you somehow manage to change the subject
and not answer.
Jack: Are you saying I purposely tanked the
coffee creamer tower? Joey, I'm insulted.
Joey: Seriously, Jack. I mean we talk all the
time but whenever it starts to get a little deep
you get all weird and vague. You know I have
asked you 6 questions tonight and you haven't
answered one.
Jack: Well, that's because you have to ask me 7.
You see, 7 is the magic number.
Joey: Here we go again. Why do you make light out
of everything?
Jack: Because I'm a loof, intraverted, and
unsociable. So there, I answered.
Abby and Chris have entered and taken a seat.
Abby: EXCUSE ME! Could we get a couple of menus
over here, please?
Joey looks at them disgusted. She hands them two
menus.
Abby: Preferably not with yesterday's special
rotting on them.
Joey hands her another one.
Chris: Why'd you bring me to this dive?
Abby: Because we have to talk strategy in
private, and you can always count on this place
to be deserted. The service here is even worse
than the food.
Joey turns around and walks back to the
counter.
Jack: So you're content on letting those two
represent your class?
Joey: They're not the only ones running, Jack.
Jack: laughs Oh, please! Kenny Reily? That guy
has no chance. Where's your sense of civic duty?
Joey shrugs.
Joey: I don't know. I've just never been the type
to, you know, get involved in school activities.
Jack: Well you weren't into art until recently.
Maybe that will change.
Joey: Yeah, but, student government is a huge
leap, Jack, I mean, putting yourself out there
for public scrutiny...
Jack: Yeah, but you should run, Joey. Andie needs
you.
Abby is listening
Jack: (cont.) You know, she's new here and it'll
be hard for her to get votes but you. You have
this amazing girl-next-door quality. This is your
chance to make a difference. For your talents to
rise to the occasion. Don't limit yourself, Joey.
You're a born leader.
Abby: Yeah, more like born loser. You actually
think that you have any chance running against
me? Get real. You throw the trash out, you don't
vote it in.
Joey: Back off, Abby.
Abby: The truth hurts? Well, if you want to
embarress yourself and your entire family even
further than nature intended than by all means,
throw your amazing girl-next-door quality into
the ring. Hey, what's one more disappointment in
an already meager depressing existance?
Joey takes the pitcher of water she's holding
and dumps it on Abby.
Abby: Ahhh! You're dead.
Chris and Abby leave and Joey walks towards
Jack.
Joey: Tell Andie I'm in.
She walks off and Jack laughs.
Cut to Andie and Pacey sitting at a table in
Capeside.
Andie: Okay, I need you to finish passing out
these flyers and get these posters up. I want
them all over Capeside...not just the high
school.
Pacey: You know, on this book that I picked up on
the Clinton campaign, they said this things going
to get ugly. So we're going to have to start
playing hard--
Andie: Pacey.
Pacey: Yeah?
Andie: You've done research.
Pacey: Yeah, you've been a bad, bad influence on
me.
They kiss and Andie pulls away and Pacey is
disappointed.
Andie: Oh and you know, I want this campaign to
take a high road. I still believe that a
candidate's virtue and integrity is normal and to
be expected and not just some character perk or
bonus. I mean, my goal is to make government good
and safe again.
Pacey: My God, you know the way these sound bytes
just flow out of your mouth, you could really
have a future in this stuff. Your sincerity is so
appealingly sexy.
Andie: And your sexiness is so appealingly
sincere.
Pacey: You think I'm sexy, huh? What's so sexy
about me?
Andie: How smart you are.
They lean in to kiss again and Joey sets down
and clears her throat. Pacey looks irritated.
Joey: Did you get a glimpse of Chris and Abby's
smear campaign? This is exactly what I was
worried about.
Pacey: Why? We'll just hit them back harder.
There's a whole chapter in my book on mud
slinging.
Andie: No, we are not stooping to their lows.
Government is about balance and order. We can not
let their petty ways use our (?).
Pacey: I should write this stuff down.
Joey: Don't you think we should at least fight
back?
Andie: And let Chris and Abby and the whole
school know that we respond in an emotional
knee-jerk fashion? What kind of message is that
sending out to our voting constituants?
Joey: Okay, forget fighting back...I think we
should stand up for ourselves...I mean..
Andie: Look, Joey, I know they got you, but let's
not let them get the best of us. I mean those
were just words. They carry no weight whatsoever.
Now let's just look at our debate issues and
figure out our gameplan. Winning will be our best
revenge.
Pacey: She won my vote a few bumper stickers ago.
Cut to Jen putting on lipstick at a cosmetics
store.
Jen: Alright, Dawson. I've decided to take
matters into my own hands and what you need is a
regression sponsor.
Dawson: A what sponsor?
Jen: Somebody who can walk back into the steps of
regressing your teen years.
Dawson: Jen, I'm very humored by your own insight
into how I am as a personal being but I am a
teenager, okay? And I've got no driver's license
to prove it. And regardless of any adult
self-perception I might possess I still have to
face all the trauma of being my age so I will
respectfully decline your offer.
Jen: Okay, alright. Resistance is expected.
Dawson the whole reason that I brought you to
this place is I figured we would just start with
something simple. Do you remember when you were
10...and your mom wouldn't get you that candy bar
that you really, really wanted? Didn't you ever
just...swipe it?
Dawson: No. Wha--What? You want me to steal
something?
Jen: We're not talking grand theft auto here.
We're just talking a Snickers bar.
Dawson shrugs declining.
Jen: Dawson, every kid does it at least once.
holds lipstick Put this in your pocket, Dawson.
Dawson: No. No way.
Jen: Dawson, c'mon. This is your symbolic candy
bar.
Dawson: Why is my symbolic candy bar Crimson
Passion lipstick?
Jen: Well because we might as well both benefit
from your little for(?) adventure. Besides, look,
that's not the point. What's important is that
you experience the rush of walking out with it,
Dawson.
Dawson: It's an illegal rush that I don't have
any interest in, okay?
Jen: Dawson, you're overanalyzing again. Just
take the said object and place it in your pocket.
Dawson takes it.
They walk out.
Jen: Dawson, you actually did it! I didn't think
you were capable!
Dawson: That makes two of us.
Jen: Don't you feel so...exhilirated?
Dawson: Yeah...it's this amazing natural high.
Jen: Alright, hand it over.
Dawson: Naw, I'm the one who risked
incarceration, I get to keep it.
Jen looks at him.
Dawson: What?
Jen: Oh my God, you put it back, didn't you? You
put it back, huh?
Dawson: Look, Jen, I appreciate what you're
trying to do but I like my perspective on life
regardless of how middle-aged it might be.
Jen: Okay, but how are you going to reach your
audience with that perspective? Dawson, I've read
your script, okay? Your hyper-awareness is
disarming. You've got to start responding like an
adolescent and stop hiding behind that psychology
degree that you don't have.
Dawson: What is wrong with being mature for my
age?
Jen: Because it's going to trap you, Dawson.
Because you're going to wake up one morning and
you're going to realize that the reason you're
not growing is that you never allowed the
process. There's a reason that we go from infancy
to old age. Think about that.
Cut to auditorium at high school. It's the
candidates speeches.
Kenny: Students that have a 3.5 GPA or higher
should have only half a day of classes on Friday.
Timelapse Andie's speech
Andie: I believe my record of support and
involvement of school activities fully qualifies
me for student office.
timelapse. Abby and Chris
Chris: We're qualified...because we're one of
you.
Abby: We'll run the school like you want.
timelapse. Andie and Joey.
Joey: Unlike our opponents, we haven't lost sight
on the issues in order to concentrate on
malicious character attacks.
timelapse
Counselor: Next question - given the (?) nature
of today's political climate...
timelapse
Abby: Listen, it's about trust.
timelapse
Andie: Let's talk issues. Walkmans in study hall.
timelapse
Kenny: Walkmans in study hall is a great idea.
timelapse
Chris: I'm mad for people.(?sentence?my vcr
screwed up) I've probably partied with everyone
here at least once.
timelapse, everybody's standing out there.
Abby: It all comes down to one simple question.
Who do you want to run your class? Us...the
geeks...or Little Miss Perky and the Convict's
Daughter.
Andie: That is so not a relevant issue, Abby.
Abby: You would say that since no one here knows
your background. Just to bring everyone up to
speed on an issue that is relevant, Andie McPhee,
your perspective president, has a mother who's
about....one shock treatment away from a
permanent residence in the looney bin!
Joey: You know, for once Abby let's stick to the
issues. Andie's personal life has no bearing on
her ability to handle the job as sophomore class
president.
Abby: Uh, whatever. We have hard evidence that
Andie's mother was responsible for the death of
her older brother in a car crash less than a year
ago. The fact of the matter is Monie(?) McPhee is
a wacked out nut and we all know that mental
illness is hereditary so you do the math.
Counselor: Abby, that's quite enough.
Abby: Hey I was just trying to assertain the
truth for the safety of my fellow students.
Andie...
Andie: crying I.....um.....I.....
She walks towards the door and then starts
running. Pacey chases after her.
Cut to Joey running across campus to catch up
with Jack.
Joey: Hey.
Jack: I can't find Andie. Have you seen her?
Joey: You heard about the assembly?
Jack: Yeah.
Joey: Look I feel really stupid. Grilling you
about your family...pressuring you for answers.
I'm really sorry, Jack.
Jack: Joey, I'm looking for my sister, not your
sympathy.
Joey: I haven't seen her since the debate.
Jack: Great.
Joey: Is there anything I can do to help?
Jack: My family situation is complicated, Joey,
alright? It's just not something I feel
comfortable talking about so I'll see you later.
Joey: No, Jack! Don't push me away okay? I want
to help! Look, I've been through something like
this with my own family and I understand.
Jack: yelling Okay, don't you get it?! I didn't
want to talk to you before and I don't now! God!
Cut to Pacey walking down the deserted halls and
he nears the Girl's Bathroom and opens the door
slightly.
Pacey: Andie?
He shuts it again.
Pacey: Alright, I'm coming in there and just so
there's no confusion, I am a man so if there are
any objections please speak now.
He goes in.
Pacey: Andie I know you're in here.
He starts looking in the stalls.
Pacey: Listen, there's a whole chapter in my book
on what to do when scandal breaks. It's not such
a big deal. I mean, you and I he spots her
stall we can get through this. stands up So
what do you say? opens the door revealing Andie
curled up on the stool You and me Andie.
Andie: Did you know it's exactly 60 feet 6 inches
from pitching mound to home plate?
Pacey: You okay, McPhee?
Andie: Tim taught me that. He tried to teach me a
curveball, too. Turns out I throw like a girl.
Pacey: C'mon, let's get you outta here, Andie.
Andie: Oh God, Pacey, I don't know. I mean,
everybody knows about my mom and about Tim. How'm
I supposed to go out there in the hall? I mean,
everybody's going to look at me and they're all
going to laugh.
Pacey: They won't laugh at you, Andie. Everyone
comes from a dysfunctional family. It's the 90s.
The only happy families are in TV syndication.
Andie: But it's all ruined. I mean, politics used
to mean something. Now we've just become such
a...lessened society.
Pacey: Andie, this is high school. Trust me, me
of all people, this will all blow over. Tomorrow
everything goes back to normal.
Andie: Normal? Oh, God. That's all I ever wanted.
A normal family, with a normal life, balance and
order, order and balance. But you know that just
never exists. Not anywhere, not here. It's like
this big false hope.
Pacey: Hey. Don't you think you're being a little
hard on yourself? Normal never existed. It never
did.
Andie: Hm. Wow. Look at me. I'm a mess. I'm a
total and complete mess. I hate this. I really
hate this.
She throws Pacey's book at the mirror and then
walks out of the bathroom.
>Mitch's
apartment.
Mitch: Dawson.
Dawson: Hey dad.
Mitch: Look. pointing to chair Can you believe
somebody threw this out? The thing's an antique.
Thought maybe I could clean it up a little...sell
it.
Dawson: Brought your mail.
Mitch: Thanks. You didn't have to do that.
Dawson: I know. Thought I'd stop by...say
hi...see what was new if anything.
Mitch: Mom told you, didn't she?
Dawson: No, I saw it for myself. Not the main
attraction, just the previews.
Mitch: So, uh, it's complicated and, um, actually
I don't know exactly how comfortable I am talking
to you about this.
Dawson: No problem. It's totally fine. I just
want to let you know that I'm okay with it. I
mean, it's fine if you want to stay over every
once in awhile. It won't mess up my head. If
you're worried about that. I mean, I know that
reconciliation has to restrain and (?).
Mitch: There is no reconciliation, Dawson. It was
a slip. A sex slip, and a mistake and it won't
happen again.
Dawson: Now I don't understand.
Mitch: Well, it just, we fell back into what was
comfortable and easy and used it to cover our
problems.
Dawson: It helped your problems.
Mitch: No. No, it worsened them. 'Cause I
realized that it's insane to keep taking the same
action expecting a different result. I mean, it
changes nothing. It's the action that must
change.
Cut to Jen's house. Jen is looking through her
closet and Dawson is behind her talking.
Dawson: You were right. I do have perception
disorder.
Jen: What brought this on?
Dawson: Let's just say, I'm geared to respond to
life in a certain way and you say I don't respond
like a typical adolescent, and you're right, I
don't, but emotionally, I do. I always have. I am
very much my age emotionally, maybe even younger.
And my feelings are in constant conflict with my
overachieving self-aware brain and it's just a
constant battle. And that's what's driving me
crazy. Am I making any sense?
Jen: Completely.
Dawson: Okay, thank God. So I keep on waiting for
my feelings to catch up so maybe I can finally
grow up so I can finally get over Joey or accept
that my parents may or may not work things out,
but I think I have it backwards. In order to
change my feelings I first have to change my
actions because that's the only way somebody can
change how they feel.
Jen: You're too smart for your own good, Dawson.
Dawson: Right now I feel incredibly stupid.
Jen: Is there anything I can do to help or I
dunno..
Dawson: Yeah...I think I need a sponsor. I need
to go out and engage in some incredibly
appropriate teenage behavior.
Jen: Well, that sounds like something right up my
alley. Anything you had in mind?
Dawson: Just something nonsensical..really
spontaneous...the good, the bad, the ugly, you
are the expert I will follow your lead.
Jen: Well, you know what? By all means, Dawson,
let the rebelry begin.
Cut to Andie's house. Andie is rocking in a
rocking chair staring out the window in her room.
Jack comes in.
Jack: I finally got Mom to bed.
Andie doesn't say anything.
Jack: It really scares her to see you so upset.
Look, Andie, it hasn't been an easy year for any
of us, but we all do what we have to to hold it
together...to cope.
Andie still just sits there.
Jack: Your highs and lows have been becoming
really intense lately.
Andie: I'm fine, Jack.
Jack: No, you're not fine, Andie! I mean one
minute you're laughing and the next you're in
tears!
Andie: Please just leave me alone, okay?
Jack: I think maybe it's time you went back to
your medication.It's easier for you and for
everyone.
Andie: I said I'm alright, okay? I just had a
rough day. I mean, I don't need any medication.
Jack just sits there.
Andie: I'm fine.
Jack gets up and leaves.
Cut to Dawson and Jen running through the woods
laughing. Dawson is holding toilet paper.
Dawson: Slow down, slow down! We just TPed Mr.
Milos house! I've always wanted to do that!
Jen: And now you have! See and very well I might
add. looks at toilet paper Aside from the fact
that you forgot to drop the evidence.
Dawson throws it into the woods.
Dawson: Alright, so that's a rebellious 13 I
would say, so what next?
Jen: You ready for something really bold?
Dawson: I am up for anything.
Jen: Anything?
Dawson: Abso--well, what did you have in mind?
Jen: Drop your pants.
Dawson: What?
Jen: Well, I just mean, you can't very well go
skinny dipping with your clothes on.
Dawson: Skinnydipping? Jen, do you know how cold
the water is?
Jen: Oh, I mean, if you're to embarressed
about...
Dawson: I'm not embarressed! I'm just...you think
I wouldn't do it, don't you?
Jen: No.
Dawson: Well, I'm not going alone.
Jen: Dawson, I never intended for you to do it
alone.
She starts getting undressed and Dawson turns
around.
Dawson: Oh my god, you're serious.
Jen: Mm-hm. Completely.
Dawson: Maybe we should think about this. I mean,
what if somebody walks by? You know?
Jen just laughs and throws her bra over Dawson's
shoulder as a tease. She runs and jumps in the
water.
Dawson: Jen you're...
Jen: Naked? And all wet. Dawson, come on in, the
water's great.
Jen laughs
Dawson stands up behind a bush and a tree.
Jen: Dawson is that a tree branch or are you just
happy to see me?
Dawson: It's fine now turn around!
Jen: Alright, I am.
Dawson: Here I come!
Dawson runs and jumps in.
Dawson: This used to be my worst nightmare.
Jen: Oh, thanks a lot, swimming naked with me
used to be your worst nightmare.
They start splashing each other. Jen's
laughing.
Jen: Okay, Dawson, stop. Truce.
Dawson just starts splashing harder.
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Jen: Let me ask you something.
Dawson: Yeah?
Jen: Nightmares aside have you ever dreamt about
me?
Dawson: Yeah. Well, I mean, everyone I know has
crept into my dreams at one point or another.
Jen: No...I mean...have you ever woken
up...sweating?
Dawson: What?
Jen: Blanket in a little pup tent?
Dawson: You first. Have you dreamt about me that
way?
Jen: Possibly.
They kiss
Jen: Dawson.
Dawson: What?
Jen: Crossing the line.
Dawson: The line? You don't want? I thought you
wanted this Jen. You've hinted...imply offered.
Jen: I know, Dawson...it's just..
Dawson: I was taking your advice. You know, you
don't think...do. Just something really
spontaneous.
Jen: I'm glad that you've embraced the
philosophy, you know? It's just that we're
finally friends now and I don't want to mess that
up. I thought I'd take your lead on this
one...hoping that different actions might create
different results.
Dawson: So the different action is taking no
action?
Jen: No, the different action is being your
friend.
Dawson: Like Joey was my friend?
Jen: There's lots of ways to be someone's friend
Dawson. We'll just have to figure that out.
They start splashing each other again
Cut to school. Chris and Abby are on the
announcements..
Chris: I brought the Eastern Championship to
Capeside now I approach my presidency with the
same drive. So let's face the facts...there's
only one true choice here.
Abby: Remember..do you really want those other
losers running your school?
Joey: Andie, we can walk out right now. I mean,
there's still dignity in resigning.
Andie: No, I'm fine. I can do this.
Abby: So get off your butts and vote Chris and
Abby, you'll enjoy the ride.
She turns the announcement mic off.
Abby: It's as locked up as Joey's father.
Schedule says the Coo-Coo Bird and the Convict's
Daughter are up next.
Andie: I can do this.
Joey: Ready?
Andie nods.
Joey pushes the button to turn the mic on.
Andie can't say anything.
Andie: I can't do this, I'm sorry. I just can't.
Abby: Gosh, I hope it wasn't something I said. It
was all in the name of good ol' fashioned
politics.
Chris: I'm going to go kiss some babes.
Abby: It's babies you idiot.
Chris: My way's a lot more fun.
Pacey sighs and walks towards the chair in front
of the mic.
Pacey: Abby...so what's the deal here? he hits
the mic 'on' button so the whole school can hear
the conversation Why are you slumming as
vice-president for that guy when you are so
obviously the brains behind this campaign?
Abby: I'll let you in on a little secret there,
sport. I'm just using that walking penis for his
popularity and ultimately, I'll destroy him.
Cut to Dawson and Jen's reaction when they hear
this.
Abby: (cont.) Just like I destroyed your little
girlfriend. It's just so easy. And victory's so
much sweeter when you have to walk on other
people to get it. laughs I'm going to rule this
school. And you and all those other halfwits are
too stupid to stop me.
Pacey: Yeah, you're probably right, I mean, I'm
so stupid that I didn't know that when I pressed
this button on this little thing that your
annoying nasal whine was broadcast over this
entire school. Oh no, wait a minute, that's
exactly what I meant to do, sorry! My bad. to
Kenny School's yours, pal.
Kenny: Yes!
Cut to Dawson's house.
Gail: Careful honey, I just mopped the floor it
might still be a little damp.
Dawson: Okay.
Gail: Oh, if you want a snack, I made oatmeal
cookies, and a cake.
Dawson: Alright.
Gail: Oh, will you look at this? There are dust
bunnies the size of small children on this
windowsill.
Dawson: Mom, what are these?
Gail: Um....divorce papers. Your father had me
served this morning.
Dawson: Are you okay?
Gail: Uh, yeah. I'll be alright, honey. I'm
moving on.
Cut to the Icehouse. Joey's locking up and Jack
walks up behind her.
Jack: Can I walk you home?
Joey: Sure.
Jack: Joey, I owe you an apology. I mean, it's
been a tough couple of days. I know that's no
excuse for me acting like an ass.
Joey: I wanted to be there for you, Jack....but
you kind of shoved me off.
Jack: Yeah, well, when things get rough I tend to
go on (?), you know, protect the family, nobody
else matters. It's kind of second nature.
Joey: I understand, it's just...I wish you'd let
me help you.
Jack: Joey, um, I can't allow myself the luxury
of opening up. I mean, with my brother gone and
my father missing in action. My mother and my
sister they depend on me, you know? To be the
rock. And I don't know. Sometimes I feel like...I
can't even explain it. It's like my whole life is
one big secret.
Joey: You know, when my mom was dying...I had
this friend who was amazing, and you know, a lot
of times...I didn't feel like talking and you
know, we would just sit, sometimes for hours and
never say a word, and you know what? It helped.
It did because being in the same place I knew
that everything was going to be okay. And towards
the end when things got really bad, he would just
reach out and hold my hand.
She reaches for Jack's hand.
Cut to Andie's house. Andie is in the bathroom
and she's been crying. The phone rings.
Andie: Hello....Hey Pacey...Yeah um...I'm feeling
a lot better now. she opens the cabinet and you
see a medicine bottle No..um, tonight? she
reaches for the bottle I don't think so. she
opens it and puts some in her hand Yeah, it's
not a good time...Yeah, I'll be back to my old
self tomorrow though...I promise...okay....bye.
she gets a glass of water and takes the
medicine.
Cut to Jen's house.
Jen: Dawson, what are you doing here?
Dawson: Um..my parents are getting divorced. I
just needed to talk to my sponsor. I'm in a bit
of a quandry. All this perception and
psychobabble has left me with quite a dilemma.
And what do I do with this news? I knew it was
over, you know? I mean all the signs pointed to
it. I just...kept hoping that it wouldn't go
there. But they have. So now, um, do I have a
self aware adult reaction to it or should I allow
myself to feel the hurt and the shock that a kid
in my position would feel? You know...I-I...which
should win here? My head or my heart? My emotions
or my brain? What'll win out?
Jen: What always wins out Dawson? Dawson?
He starts crying.
Jen: C'mere.
Dawson: Thanks for being here.
Jen: Thanks for letting me.
END