Four Stories #415

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    **Thanks Steph and Barbara for the help on the (missed words?)**

    [Ski Resort - Jack and Jen are making their way to the bus with their luggage. Mr. Kasden is standing outside the bus taking roll.]

    Jack: So, we're okay with everything?

    Jen: Totally and completely.

    Jack: Awesome.

    Jen: But, what if we had gone through with it? What if I hadn't put a stop to our ill conceived fumblings? What if I had gotten pregnant and we had to drop out of school senior year to raise our illegitimate love child.

    Jack: Well, there would come a day when we would have to sit down and explain to our said love child that mom and daddy can't have sex unless daddy is thinking of Ryan Phillipe.

    Jen: Right. Don't think I wouldn't be thinking about him, too. (she sees Mr. Kasden and tries to pull her hair in front of her face as she passes. Mr. Kasden sees her anyway.)

    Mr. Kasden: Are there any other delinquent acts you care to commit before we embark on our journey home?

    Jen: No sir. So, what's it going to be? My punishment?

    Mr. Kasden: Punishment is the wrong word, Miss Lindley. What I have in mind for you may just be the chicken soup your soul has been so obviously crying out for.

    Jen: But sir, they were only airplane bottles… (Jack grabs her and forces her onto the bus) What?! (they disappear inside)

    Mr. Kasden: (to Drue who is skulking up with his bag, half asleep) Kudos are in order, Mr. Valentine. Your tardy arrival has now put us off schedule entirely. Just exactly what part of we leave at 6:30am sharp were you not listening to?!

    Drue: That's great.

    Mr. Kasden: Yeah.

    Drue: But, before we continue this conversation, could we stop at a Starbucks please?

    Mr. Kasden: Get on the bus, punk. Now where are Joey Potter and Pacey Witter? Probably off somewhere sucking face.

    Drue: Tell me about it.

    Mr. Kasden: Yes, and now I have to go look for them, which is not on the schedule. (he starts to head off)

    Drue: (noticing a couple through the window of the bus making out. Both have dark hair and I guess a blind person might think they are Joey and Pacey) Mr. Kasden?

    Mr. Kasden: Yes?

    Drue: (points to the couple in the window) Looks like you were right. (Mr. Kasden makes a face and walks back to the bus.) Disgusting, isn't it? (Mr. Kasden pushes past Drue and gets on the bus. Drue looks back at the couple who have stopped kissing and sat back. They are clearly not Joey and Pacey. Drue smiles and gets on the bus.)

    [Ski Resort - Pacey and Joey's cabin. The camera moves up from the foot of the bed, Joey and Pacey's feet tangled together, peeking out from under the sheet. The camera moves up their bodies where Joey and Pacey and spooned together asleep. Joey stirs awake, causing Pacey to sigh and wake up. He smiles the hugest grin at her and she smiles shyly. As he nuzzles close to her, her smile fades and she seems unsure. Pacey notices some tenseness and watches her. Opening credits (which are slightly different).]

    ["About Last Night" - Ski Resort. Pacey has just bought bus tickets and him and Joey move to a couple of vending machines.]

    Joey: I was thinking more along the lines of something that requires silverware, Pace.

    Pacey: Hey, bus tickets cost money, woman. And you had me pay for that impromptu call to Gretchen, so, how's coffee and crackers sound?

    Joey: Lovely.

    Pacey: So? Did you tell Bessie?

    Joey: Tell Bessie what?

    Pacey: Does the word 'duh' mean anything to you? About last night.

    Joey: And what exactly was I supposed to say, Pace? And if you say that I'm a woman now, I WILL projectile vomit on you.

    Pacey: Okay, fine. What about Gretchen?

    Joey: Yeah, uh, 'Hey Gretchen, sorry we missed the bus back. By the way, your brother deflowered me last night. Gotta go.' I mean, do I really strike you as the type of person who enjoys discussing my boyfriend's sexual prowess with a sibling?

    Pacey: Okay, point taken. But let me just pose this hypothetical. Let's say that you WERE the type of person who enjoyed discussing your boyfriend's sexual prowess, what do you think you might say?

    Joey: About what? About the prowess?

    Pacey: Yeah, about the prowess.

    Joey: You know, just when I think you're the antithesis of the typical male, there you are dragging your knuckles with the rest of my primates.

    Pacey: Well, you should never underestimate primates desire to hear about his ability in the sack. (offering her) Pop tart? (she takes it and continues walking)

    [Ski Lodge Market - Joey is highly involved in a magazine as she stands in front of the rack. Pacey walks up holding two fists out to her.]

    Pacey: Pick one. (Joey picks his right hand. Pacey points to his left) Pick the other one. (she does. Pacey opens his hand and inside are a couple pink foil wrapped chocolate hearts) I know it's not the most equal of exchanges, you know, virginity for chocolate hearts, but I thought I should get you something. Just to commemorate the event.

    Joey: Wow, if I would have known there were prizes involved, I would have asked for a car. (Pacey laughs) Nothing too expensive, just, you know, something to tool around in.

    Pacey: How 'bout the Witter Wagoneer?

    Joey: The Witter Wagoneer? Do I look like some two bit floozy to you?

    Pacey: No you don't.

    Joey: No?

    Pacey: No. To tell you the truth, I don't think you've ever looked more beautiful.

    Joey: You're easy because I didn't even get a chance to shower this morning. (they smooch)

    Pacey: Ooh, apparently you didn't get a chance to brush your teeth, either.

    Joey: This from the morning breath monster himself?

    Pacey: Aw, man, I can do this.

    Joey: What?

    Pacey: This. (he takes her in his arm) The back and forth. The sweetness and the sarcasm. I could do this for the rest of my life, you know? With you as my partner in reference.

    Joey: Have you ever stopped to think that maybe you're just the first of many, Pace?

    Pacey: Oh. Well in that case I guess I just have to be satisfied with being the Neil Armstrong of the bunch. (he wanders off)

    [Ski Lodge - Pacey and Joey take a seat on a bench. I suppose they are waiting for their bus which won't be there for awhile. A couple near by is making out.]

    Pacey: Typically when couples engage in the sort of activity that we engaged in last night, there's some sort of morning after discussion.

    Joey: About what?

    Pacey: A bit like a post game wrap up.

    Joey: I see. You wanna know if you're any good.

    Pacey: Well, I'd really rather know if it was good for you.

    Joey: Of course. You being Pacey Witter, friend to women and all.

    Pacey: Precisely.

    Joey: It was very nice.

    Pacey: Nice?

    Joey: Yes.

    Pacey: Just nice, huh?

    Joey: What's wrong with nice?

    Pacey: Nothing wrong with nice. Nothing wrong with great, either. Hell, there's nothing particularly offensive about mind blowing or transcendent.

    Joey: Sorry, Pace, I left my thesaurus at home. I didn't know I was going to get yelled at for my vocabulary.

    Pacey: Oh, I'm not too worried about your vocabulary.

    Joey: You know, maybe nice means everything to me, Pacey. Maybe nice is all a girl can manage the morning after her first time. Because as you know, it's not something I've ever experienced before so I can't really sit here and honestly say that something is great or mind blowing or transcendent if I have nothing to compare it to.

    Pacey: Yes, there are certain benchmarks on a sexual experience.

    Joey: What do you mean?

    Pacey: There are certain things that happen or don't happen over the course of an evening…

    Joey: Are you asking me if I…

    Pacey: Yes!

    Joey: Could we please not talk about that?

    Pacey: Why?

    Joey: Because it's not important.

    Pacey: Okay, it might not be important to you, but it's really important to me.

    Joey: This isn't all about you, you know. You think you're feeling insecure? Do you have any idea what its like to be me this morning?

    Pacey: No, I don't understand.

    Joey: Of course you don't.

    Pacey: Well maybe you'd like to enlighten me then.

    Joey: Did you ever stop to think that maybe I might be wondering how I measure up? How I fit into the picture that includes not only one, but two prior sexual relationships, both of which meant a great deal to you.

    Pacey: I didn't even know girls thought like that.

    Joey: Does the word 'duh' mean anything?

    Pacey: Jo! You were great!

    Joey: Great?

    Pacey: Yes! Great! Which is a hell of a lot better than nice, let me tell you.

    Joey: That's clearly beside the point!

    Pacey: But Jo, you were great! You were fantastic! You were every glowing adjective under the sun. I would run out and tell the entire world what I did last night and who I did it with.

    Joey: You're not really planning on doing that, are you?

    Pacey: (laughs) No…

    Joey: Good.

    Pacey: Why is that good?

    Joey: Because it's private. And I really want to keep it that way. I really don't want the whole world to know about our sex life.

    Pacey: Hmm. I think I get it. By the whole world, what you really mean is Dawson.

    Joey: You know, why does it have to be about that? Why can't it just be the fact that I don't want to hurt him more than I already have.

    Pacey: I don't want to hurt him either, okay? I don't. But I do want to be able to have sex with my girlfriend whom I adore, without having to worry about the soap operatic repercussions of him finding out. Let me ask you one question, Jo. What would you say to him? You know, if he were here right now and he asked you, what would you tell him?

    Joey: I would have to tell him the truth.

    Pacey: And you'd do that?

    Joey: Yes, absolutely. (they pause awhile)

    Pacey: Do you wanna know something funny? You haven't touched me.

    Joey: What?

    Pacey: You haven't touched me all morning. Here I was thinking that sex brought people closer together. (Joey slams her Pop Tarts against the seat and walks out. The couple making out watch her go and then look at Pacey. He follows her out slowly. She's sitting on a bench crying. He sits next to her.)

    Joey: You wanna know why it was so nice, Pacey? Probably don't even remember, but… There was this thing… There you were above me and you… you brushed my hair over my forehead… it felt really nice. It made me feel safe. Like no matter what, you were going to be there and you were going to protect me. Years from now when I look back, I'm really not going to remember the clumsy positioning or the morning after awkwardness or whether or not the experience itself meant the text book definition of great sex. I'll remember how sweet you were. How you took me to this brand new place. Pace, I'm glad I had sex. And I'm really glad that I had sex with you. (Pacey smiles) And now I really just… I just ready to go home. So we can do it again. (They hug and kiss each other.)

    ["The Big Picture" - The Mitch Mobile. Dawson is driving with Gretchen in the car. They are both dressed nice because they just came from the funeral. The pull up outside Mr. Brooks' house.]

    Gretchen: (kissing Dawson) It's going to get better. I promise. (she gets out of the car and goes around to his side where he gets out) So, what does Grams want anyway?

    Dawson: I don't know. She told me to meet her here after the funeral. She said she'd be in the garage. (He walks into the garage with Gretchen. The garage is filled with posters and movie memorabilia. Grams is holding a gun, pointing it at the wall.)

    Grams: Prop from one of Arthur's pictures. Maybe I can use this to keep my granddaughter in line. (she puts it back)

    Dawson: I had no idea he kept all this stuff.

    Grams: He collected all this over the years. Sort it out, piece by piece. You know, no matter what he might have said, Arthur was fiercely proud of what he accomplished in his career. It was a lovely service, wasn't it?

    Dawson: Yeah, quite a turn out, too.

    Gretchen: It was a lovely service, Mrs. Ryan. (referring to the boxes) How can we help?

    Grams: Arthur mentioned he didn't want this stuff just collecting dust. I thought we might donate it somewhere. Do you have any suggestions, Dawson?

    Dawson: What's the point? Nobody knows he existed.

    Grams: Well maybe there's something here you would like. Something to remember him by. (Dawson rushes out of the garage, Gretchen moves to follow, but Grams stops her) No dear, let me. (she finds Dawson outside next to the creek.) I'm sorry, Dawson. I know this can't be easy for you.

    Dawson: It's not but that doesn't give me any right to be rude. I'm sorry, I apologize.

    Grams: It's okay. Everyone deals with death in his own way. Some cry, some pray, some get angry at the world. There's no right or wrong.

    Dawson: Why would you want to be here today? It's completely morbid. Why would anybody want to subject themselves to this.

    Grams: Dawson, you and I have lost a very deal friend. And the pain of that loss isn't going to disappear anytime soon. It will pass, slowly, at it's own pace and there's precious little you or I can do about it. You know, if there's anything I've learned at my some what advanced age is the importance of closure in the grieving process.

    Dawson: I don't think it's the lack of closure that's bothering me.

    Grams: What is it then?

    Dawson: I don't know.

    Grams: Maybe you should spend some time with him, within his space, with his things. Find a way to say goodbye. Maybe that will help you figure things out. (she walks off. Later, Dawson walks back into the garage. Gretchen is rummaging.)

    Gretchen: Look what I found. (she hands him a dusty old script)

    Dawson: (missed the title), by Arthur Brooks. This looks like a screen play. (he opens the book) It looks like a play, actually. It says 1949. He was my age when he wrote this.

    Gretchen: (reading) I'm hopping mad at you, George. (to Dawson) Come on, it'll be fun.

    Dawson: (reading) Whatever for, dear?

    Gretchen: (reading) Because I find you to be a rather irritating fellow.

    Dawson: (reading) Well, is there anything I can do to make it better?

    Gretchen: (reading) You might go jump in that lake over there.

    Dawson: (reading) That would ruin my suit.

    Gretchen: (reading) Which would be a fitting punishment.

    Dawson: (reading) For loving a skirt like you?

    Gretchen: (reading) Funny, I thought I was a dame.

    Dawson: (reading) No, my dear, you're a skirt. Most definitely a skirt.

    Gretchen: (kissing him then breaking away) Sorry, it was in the script.

    Dawson: Damn, I thought you were improvising.

    Gretchen: That was sweet. Brooks was sweet.

    Dawson: Yeah. Yeah he was. Once upon a time before he gave up. 5 people showed up for his funeral. 5. You, me, my parents and Grams, which means 3 of the people barely knew him. I mean, just think, if I hadn't crashed his boat, nobody would have shown up. I'm sorry, I find that pathetic.

    Gretchen: I don't think Mr. Brooks needs your pity, Dawson. I mean this is a guy who saw his wildest dreams come true. That's a hell of a lot more than most of us get.

    Dawson: Yeah. And this is what he has to show for it.

    Gretchen: What do you mean?

    Dawson: Look around you. This is it. This is an entire life. It all comes down to this. Stuff. Stuff. A garage full of stuff.

    Gretchen: Now you're starting to sound like him.

    Dawson: Which is exactly what scares me. Because at some point he just decided it was easier to stop caring. And he did. And by the time he woke up it was too late. What's to prevent any of us from ending up like that?

    Gretchen: That's not you, Dawson. That would never be you.

    Dawson: I don't know that. I mean, how can you be sure? I mean, I lost the girl, just like he did.

    Gretchen: Yeah, and you picked yourself up, you dusted yourself off and you took a chance. Look, so what if he screwed up. So what if he was a coward more years than he was a hero. In the end he got it right. Do you know when I realized that my feelings for you were more than platonic? It was that stupid movie.

    Dawson: What movie?

    Gretchen: The one we watched in your room that night.

    Dawson: 'Turn Away My Sweet'.

    Gretchen: Watching you watch that movie, seeing you come alive in a way I've never seen you before. And in that moment I just knew I wanted to be a part of your life in this bigger and better way. And in some weird way, Dawson, Mr. Brooks brought us together. (Dawson thinks about this)

    Dawson: I like you.

    Gretchen: Oh god, why?

    Dawson: Cause you're smart and funny and you always know what to say to make me feel better. And you're beautiful. Beautiful in the way that makes me remember those old time movie stars like the ones in Brooks' movies. You're all style and grace. Plus you smell good.

    Gretchen: I do?

    Dawson: Yeah, not like in a perfume way. But in a really pretty girl kind of way.

    Gretchen: You have no idea what you're doing, do you?

    Dawson: No.

    Gretchen: Good, keep it that way. Because the second you become aware of just how charming you are, you're going to use your powers for evil.

    Dawson: Gretchen, would you mind terrible…?

    Gretchen: You want to be alone.

    Dawson: How'd you know?

    Gretchen: Cause I'm an awesome girlfriend.

    Dawson: Make that an awesome skirt.

    Gretchen: I like that. (they kiss) I'll be outside. Just do me a favor?

    Dawson: What?

    Gretchen: When you remember Brooks, remember that great, big thumping heart of his. Remember how sweet he was to Grams. Remember how when he saw us under the mistletoe he told you to 'quit flirting and kiss her already'. Remember that guy, Dawson. (she goes outside. Dawson looks around the room. He heads up the stairs to the loft where he finds a bunch of rolled up posters. He unrolls one and it's the movie poster for 'Turn Away My Sweet'. A man enters the garage downstairs.)

    Lawyer: Dawson? Dawson Leery?

    Dawson: Can I help you?'

    Lawyer: Oh, I'm sorry to bother you, but the young lady outside told me I could find you in here. I'm Patrick Felcur. I'm handling the Arthur Brooks estate.

    Dawson: Oh. (he heads down to meet him) Nice to meet you.

    Lawyer: My pleasure. I was hoping that you'd come by my office this afternoon.

    Dawson: What for?

    Lawyer: It's regarding Mr. Brooks' will.

    Dawson: His will? What does that have to do with me?

    Lawyer: Well, I'll tell you what. Why don't you drop by and we'll talk? (he gives him a business card)

    Dawson: Okay.

    Lawyer: So, who was this guy, anyway?

    Dawson: What do you mean?

    Lawyer: I don't know, was he some kind of movie star or something?

    Dawson: No he was a… pain in the ass. (he laughs) He was a grumpy, misanthropic, smarter than thou pain in the ass. Barely kind to anybody who ever crossed his path. But he was a friend of mine. And I'm going to miss him.

    Lawyer: This afternoon, then. (he walks out)

    ["Excess Baggage" - Doctor's office. Jen walks in and she's in the lobby by herself. She sees a closed door and presses her ear to it. She finally notices some kind of intercom on the desk next to the door. She presses it once for a moment. It buzzes loud. She presses it repeatedly 5 times until a door is opened up, pushing her. A man sticks his head out.]

    Jen: Hi.

    Tom: Jennifer?

    Jen: Yes. Jen.

    Tom: Tom (missed last name)

    Jen: Nice to meet you. Oh.

    Tom: I apologize for the mess. (it's not messy at all)

    Jen: Yeah, you might want to work on it.

    Tom: Have a seat. (she looks at all the available chairs) I take it you've never been in therapy.

    Jen: Mmm, you take it right. Which is actually quite surprising, giving my sordid history and all. But let's not get ahead of ourselves. (Tom takes a seat in his chair with a notepad. She lays on the therapy couch for a moment then hops up abruptly) Oh this is weird. (she moves and stands awkwardly close to his chair)

    Tom: So, how are you today?

    Jen: Fine. Anything else you'd like to know?

    Tom: Why don't we talk about why you're here?

    Jen: (she moves about the room) Oh, do we have to?

    Tom: Why do you think you need to be here?

    Jen: Actually, I don't think I need to be here.

    Tom: Then why are you?

    Jen: Come on, I'm sure that they told you. Tom: Well, from what I understand there's been some disciplinary issues.

    Jen: All right. I was on this ski trip and a teacher caught me throwing away empty liquor bottles.

    Tom: So you were drinking?

    Jen: Yeah. Is that bad?

    Tom: Depends on why you were doing it.

    Jen: See, here's the thing. I had just been through this really big ordeal with my best friend Jack. We almost slept together, but I had the presence of mind to put the kibosh on it, which is good cause he's a… (quickly) he's a… homosex… homosexual… which is not healthy. Not the homosexual… not him being a homosexual… but sleeping with a homosexual. I keep saying homosexual. I sound like my grandmother. Gay. Gay. Gay. You could be gay. Are you gay?

    Tom: Is that important to you? Jen: Just making conversation.

    Tom: Back to the drinking, why do you think you drink?

    Jen: Well, I don't, usually.

    Tom: But you do sometimes?

    Jen: Yeah, sure, sometimes. Not like I'm an alcoholic.

    Tom: But you like to drink?

    Jen: Yeah, who doesn't? (he writes in his notebook) Okay, what are you writing?

    Tom: I'm just taking notes.

    Jen: Oh. Do I get a copy?

    Tom: No. (long pause)

    Jen: So how long do these things go for?

    Tom: 50 minutes.

    Jen: 50 minutes give or take?

    Tom: No, 50 minutes precisely.

    Jen: What happens if we dig up some real juicy stuff?

    Tom: That's what next week is for.

    Jen: Well, excuse me, but that seems kinda cold. I wonder what it is you do with those extra 10 minutes.

    Tom: I take a break. Rest up for the next patient.

    Jen: Wait a minute, you rest? Excuse me, but you don't seem to be exerting yourself that much. Where did you go to school?

    Tom: Why is that important to you?

    Jen: Well, it's not… really… actually… it's not really important to me at all. I'm just curious. (she makes her way slowly towards his diploma on the wall) High school senior, college on the brain. (as if he doesn't know what she's going for) If you don't want to answer, that doesn’t matter to me. (finally able to read the diploma) Oh Boston. You know what? I think that's kind of crooked. Why don't I fix it for you, I don't want you breaking out in a rash. (she gently move the frame and it slips off the hook and hits the wood trim along the wall below it) Oh my God. Oh shoot! (she can't seem to catch it and it falls to the floor with a crash, breaking the glass) Oh my God, I'm so sorry.

    Tom: It's okay, Jennifer. (she tries to clean it up) I'll take care of it later, please leave it.

    Jen: I really, really apologize.

    Tom: Leave it.

    Jen: You know, you're a lot younger than I thought you would be. How old are you? (he looks at her) I know, why is it important to me? Forget I asked.

    Tom: Why don't we talk about your parents?

    Jen: Oh yeah… Well, I was a bit of a wild child so my parents, they shipped me off to live with my grandmother.

    Tom: How's that been for you?

    Jen: Fine. Fine. But crappy. But I'm over it, honestly. I've dealt with this stuff. And, so my parents left me, what am I going to do? I got my grandmother and my friends. They help me through all the rough spots. You know what? Let me be perfectly honest with you. I don't think I'm the kind of person who benefits from therapy. I feel as though I'm (missed word?) self-aware.

    Tom: Yes, well, teenagers often confuse knowledge with wisdom.

    Jen: What is that supposed to mean?

    Tom: What do you think it means?

    Jen: I think it means that you think I'm stupid.

    Tom: Is that what you heard me say?

    Jen: Yeah, pretty much.

    Tom: Well, I'm sorry if you feel like I've offended you.

    Jen: Whatever. (Tom glances at the clock on the wall) Busted.

    Tom: Excuse me?

    Jen: I just saw you look at the clock. Am I boring you?

    Tom: Of course not.

    Jen: Oh, cause if I'm boring you, you should really let me know. You know what? This is not going to work. This is not going to work out.

    Tom: What do you mean?

    Jen: I mean, we're not a very good match for each other. You're not a very warm person.

    Tom: Is that the kind of relationship you expect from your therapist?

    Jen: Well, I don't know if you've noticed or not but what we're trying to do here is based on talking and you're not very easy to talk to.

    Tom: Well, perhaps that is something we need to work on.

    Jen: No, perhaps that is something YOU should work on.

    Tom: Perhaps.

    Jen: Well. Wow. A victory.

    Tom: Is that important to you? To win?

    Jen: I knew that was coming.

    Tom: You didn't answer my question.

    Jen: Well because there's just another more irritating one looming on the horizon.

    Tom: You should go.

    Jen: And I'd like to, but I can't.

    Tom: Of course you can. I'll tell your school that you've fulfilled the requirement.

    Jen: Really? You're going to do that.

    Tom: Absolutely.

    Jen: (moving towards the door) All right.

    Tom: It was good to meet you, Jennifer.

    Jen: Nice meeting you, too. (stopping before she exits) Okay, I just going to ask. Am I totally screwed up?

    Tom: It's probably too early for me to guess.

    Jen: Okay. (she's half way out the door)

    Tom: But, were I to hazard one, I'd say that the smart, sarcastic exterior masks a scared, lonely young woman who's relationship with her parents have scarred her in ways she hasn't even begun to process. She has a hard time trusting people, men, especially. And who can blame her? When parental ties are severed early on like that, it can send a young person searching for love and acceptance in a variety of destructive ways, which may explain your relationships with drugs, alcohol and a best friend who's sexuality prevents him from ever fully returning your affections. But all that is really just dime store psycho babble. Truth is, we don't really know why you're here yet. But I would love to help you find out. (Jen walks back in)

    Jen: You got me for the hour. And I'm not promising anything. (she lays on the couch) And don't think I didn't catch that whole none too subtle reverse psychology thing you just pulled. (Tom smiles, but Jen's back is towards him on the couch)

    Tom: Why don't we start with your friends?

    Jen: Okay. Friends. Umm, I guess really just started about two years ago. It was the day before my first day of sophomore year. I had just moved from New York City and… I don't know. I got out of the cab and there they were…

    ["Seems Like Old Times" - Capeside. Dawson is standing outside a movie theater. Joey is walking down the street alone when she notices him.]

    Joey: Dawson?

    Dawson: Joey!

    Joey: What are you doing here?

    Dawson: I felt like getting lost in a crowd, I guess. What about you?

    Joey: I guess I had the same impulse. I'm so sorry about everything.

    Dawson: Yeah. Thanks. The past few days have sucked in ways I didn't know were possible. But hey, how was the ski trip?

    Joey: Oh, you know, fine.

    Dawson: Did I miss anything exciting?

    Joey: Uhh… Jen bruised her foot.

    Dawson: Oh, well, as Brooks was fond of saying, 'I'll alert the media'. You and Pacey have fun?

    Joey: Yeah. Like I said, everything was fine.

    Dawson: Good.

    Joey: Mmm-hmm.

    Dawson: Good. (referring to entering the movies) Shall we?

    Joey: Dawson?

    Dawson: Yeah? What?

    Joey: Never mind.

    Dawson: No, what were you going to say?

    Joey: Do you think maybe we could just go some place and talk?

    Dawson: Yeah, I would like that. (they are in a diner now, drinking coffee) Can I tell you something? It's not exactly a secret but I haven't told anybody else yet.

    Joey: Of course.

    Dawson: Mr. Brooks put me in his will.

    Joey: Really?

    Dawson: Mmm-hmm.

    Joey: Does that mean…

    Dawson: He left me money? Yeah.

    Joey: You're kidding me?

    Dawson: I could not be kidding you less.

    Joey: What are you going to do with it?

    Dawson: Well, apparently I have to do something great with it. The proviso in his will reads, and I quote, 'Mr. Leery, this is the money with which one achieves greatness. So don't go blowing it on women and booze. But should that be your choice, make sure it's great women and great booze.'

    Joey: No pressure there.

    Dawson: I mean, I guess I can pay my entire college tuition.

    Joey: You could make a movie.

    Dawson: Yeah, I could. Wow. It feels weird thinking about how I would spend it. It be one thing if I won the lottery.

    Joey: I understand. (she drinks her coffee and when she looks up, she notices Dawson staring at her funny) What?

    Dawson: You seem different.

    Joey: I do?

    Dawson: Yeah, it's… you look different too. Is it your hair or something?

    Joey: No.

    Dawson: It's not bad different. It's good different. Just… you know.

    Joey: You wanna get out of here?

    Dawson: Sure. (they are now on the swings that they kissed on during their first date in 'The Kiss'.)

    Joey: Last time we were here…

    Dawson: It was a very different time.

    Joey: To think we'd end up here.

    Dawson: Oh boy. Little did we know, huh?

    Joey: Dawson, I'm really sorry.

    Dawson: No, it's okay. I dealt with it from every conceivable…

    Joey: No, not about that. I should have been there for you this weekend.

    Dawson: It's okay. Please, don't worry about it.

    Joey: Dawson, you've been in hell the last three days. And I should have been there giving you everything that you've given me. Where was I? Just uhh… I've made some big choices and some big decisions… Sometimes I think I'm going to wake up one day and realize that all there ever really was was friendship. And if I wasn't any good at that, where does that leave me?

    Dawson: Jo, you're not a bad friend. I don't get to say it much anymore, but you're my best friend. You always were. No matter where you are, no matter where your life may take you, no matter who you're with…

    Joey: You'll always have a piece of my heart.

    Dawson: Something like that. It doesn't have to be a huge piece.

    Joey: No, no, no, not a huge piece. Just enough.

    Dawson: A tiny piece. (they walk down the pier. Dawson side kicks her in the butt and she elbows him. He side kicks her again and she pushes him off the walkway onto the grass. He runs back up and side kicks her in the butt then runs off. She chases him, her purse flying after her. They are now walking back to where they met - in front of the movie theater.) Well, I guess this is goodnight.

    Joey: It may sound silly, but thank you for a lovely evening.

    Dawson: Yeah, we'll have to do it again sometime.

    Joey: Yeah. Good night.

    Dawson: Good night, Jo.

    Joey: (she leaves, but turns back at the same time he does) Dawson?

    Dawson: Joey? You first.

    Joey: No, you first.

    Dawson: Did something happen on the ski trip?

    Joey: What do you mean?

    Dawson: Well, you know, I had this feeling. An unshakeable feeling that something happened. And… just a feeling, and you don't have to answer me if you don't want to.

    Joey: What are you asking me?

    Dawson: I'm asking you if you slept with Pacey.

    Joey: That's kinda personal.

    Dawson: It's really personal.

    Joey: I mean, what if I were to stand here and ask if you've slept with Gretchen?

    Dawson: The answer would be no. But you're right, it's very personal. And it's none of my business and I apologize.

    Joey: It's okay.

    Dawson: I… Jo, I guess I just want you to know that I'm not holding anything that we might have said in the past. Okay, I mean… I want you to live your life and be happy and enjoy everything that goes along with that. And… I know that sometimes we make a promise and you mean it at the time, but then life gets in the way and it makes it impossible to keep.

    Joey: A couple years ago if somebody were to tell me that we'd be standing here having this conversation, I would have referred them to the nearest asylum. Things aren't exactly turning out the way I necessarily thought they would. A couple years ago if you would have asked me who the first person I was going to have sex with was, I would have answered unequivocally. Dawson Leery, that's who. The possibility of sleeping with anyone else hadn't even occurred to me. Especially not Pacey.

    Dawson: So what are you saying, Jo?

    Joey: No. I have not slept with Pacey.

    Dawson: (very surprised) Well, I… Oh. Actually that wasn't a sigh of relief you just heard. Umm…

    Joey: Uh, well, good night.

    Dawson: Good night, Jo.

    (End credits.)