Dawson's Creek s05e03 Episode Script

All right.
I'll be right back with your drinks, ladies.
This place got an amazing write-up in Time Out.
.
Boston.
I'm really glad I decided to tag along.
- You mean, invite yourself? - Will you stop? Nobody believes that you don't adore me.
- Hello.
- Charlie.
Hi.
- So do we like this Charlie? - I don't really know this Charlie.
She seems to keep this Charlie pretty much to herself.
I'm a little concerned.
This is all sounding very 91/2 Weeks to me.
- Booty call? - Pretty much, yeah.
I knew it.
- Are you gonna go? - I don't know.
I could use the snuggles.
That's what I miss most about not having a boyfriend, the snuggling.
It's better than sex.
If only guys knew how easy it was to make us happy.
Yeah, but you know, even if they did know they'd still screw it up.
Snuggling to them is merely just a means to an end.
I mean, I've been seeing Charlie for a week and the only thing I really know about him is that his boxers are from the Gap.
- There are worse things, you know.
- Such as? Well, for instance, he could be a tighty-whitey guy.
- Good point.
- Okay, on that note I'm gonna go to the bathroom.
And when I get back I'd like it if this week's episode of Sex and the City had come to an end.
Okay, Charlotte.
I wonder how long he's been in town.
I wonder how long he's been in town.
Three-and-a-half weeks.
- You think it's been that long? - I'm positive.
You knew? Only that he was in Boston, not that he was working here.
Why didn't you tell me? Because he made me promise not to.
- I should go.
- No.
Joey.
Don't you wanna see him or talk to him? Of course I do, but he obviously doesn't wanna see me.
- No, you don't know that.
- Three-and-a-half weeks.
If he wanted to see me, he would have.
If he wanted to see me, he wouldn't have asked you not to tell me.
Thank you again for letting me stay here.
I quite enjoy having an expatriate sleeping on my sofa.
Makes it feel like Paris in the '20s around here.
Alas, no crepes but I did bake you some Rice Krispies squares for your bus trip tomorrow.
Oh, how can I be so sure about something and so nervous about doing it at the same time? - Staying in Boston is a big decision.
- That I can handle.
It's just telling my parents that I'm worried about.
Well, they might surprise you.
- Maybe I should just give it more time.
- Because of your busy schedule? Because I I don't even know what I'm gonna tell them.
- The truth will set you free.
- The truth will tick them off.
Maybe a letter.
If Moses could face Pharaoh, you can face your parents.
I got him.
I got him.
- It's all right.
- Goal! Oh, yes! You are the man, Jack.
You the man.
Can't breathe, can't breathe.
Jack, this is Polar Bear.
- Welcome to Sigma.
Good to have you.
- Thanks.
- How are your classes going? - Not bad.
Not bad.
Thompson's astro class is a bitch, huh? Yeah, it is, actually.
That's the one I'm struggling with.
How did you know? Call me, we'll talk about the topic of your pop quiz next week.
Blossom.
This the guy? Jack McPhee, Pete Willard.
How are you doing? Welcome.
You get any time on the links lately? I wish.
Hard to scare up a golf game with the college crowd.
Pete's on a golfing scholarship at Boston Bay.
I don't think we're playing the same game.
You shoot under par at Capeside Country Club.
Interested in helping me humiliate a couple ATOs? - Yeah, I'd love to.
- All right, man.
- Good to meet you.
Later.
- Cool.
Thanks.
Here you go, man.
How do you know so much about me? A bid to Sigma Ep is for life.
Before we extend that privilege, we learn everything - about each guy rushing our house.
- Blossom, I should probably tell- Excuse me.
I think a pledge just accepted his bid.
I got a new brother.
This loudmouth blond girl just returned her caesar salad because of the anchovies.
She, like, hates anchovies.
- So? - You wouldn't understand.
Wanna know what I really don't understand? Danny hires me as the new cook, but then he won't let me cook.
I don't know about you but this looks like potato peeling.
You're not wearing the hat.
Why aren't you wearing the hat? There are health regulations.
I would sooner slap on a pair of chaps, okay? Fine, Pacey, don't wear the hat.
All right, is it just me or are you not liking me so much tonight? - You're not talking to me? - I'm working.
- No, you're waiting.
- I'm thinking.
You're usually talking.
Did it occur to you I might have other things to do besides stand around and yak it up with the new prep cook? Do you see a prep cook? That refers to somebody who would cook, which I'm not doing.
So I know you couldn't be talking to me.
Just so you know, this is not gonna become a regular thing.
What's not? You calling, me just showing up here in the middle of the night like this.
Yeah.
But you didn't just show up.
I could've gotten a pizza in less time.
Actually, two pizzas.
- Deep-dish, Chicago-style.
- Chicago? - Is that where you're from? - Not exactly.
Well, where exactly? Do we need to talk about this now? Yes, because we've been, you know, whatever for a week now and I don't know the most basic things about you.
Sure, you do.
- Where'd you grow up? - All over.
Where did you go to high school, then? Lots of places.
Okay, see, that's what I mean.
These are not real answers.
Come on.
So? The real answers are boring and long.
What, you only provide them on a need-to-know basis? Yes.
Highland Park, lllinois.
Not exactly the birthplace of cool.
All right? There, that wasn't so hard, was it? It was torture.
Dawson? Hey, Dad.
New couch.
Your mom's been on a redecorating kick ever since you left.
- I like it.
- I miss my old one.
Dawson? Oh, I can't believe it! What a surprise! - Is this really you? - It's really me.
Look at you.
- Oh, my God, you are thin as a rail.
- Mom.
I wanna hear about L.
A.
Did you get that deal with DreamWorks yet? - Did you get the cookies I sent you? - No, actually, I didn't.
I haven't got the cookies because I haven't got my mail in L.
A.
for a week.
Class is really that intense, huh? Well, good.
You'll learn something.
I haven't got mail because I haven't been in L.
A.
I don't get it.
I've been in Boston.
Still not getting it.
Guys, USC is not for me.
I wanna drop out.
I know this comes as a surprise to both of you but I spent the summer in L.
A.
, and I went to every class and the main thing that I learned about L.
A.
is that L.
A.
is not where I wanna be right now.
And Boston is? - All my friends are in Boston.
- You'll make new friends in California.
- It just takes some time.
- Mom, it's more than that.
It's more than that.
I'm I'm at a profound crossroads in my life and I know that if I don't choose this path, I'll have significant regrets.
Where would you live? With Jack and Jen at Grams.
- What would you do? - Find a new school.
- Oh, Dawson.
- I know I sound like a flake but I promise, I've given this a lot of thought.
I've given this some thought myself, and I've decided - you're not dropping out.
- It doesn't work like that, Dad.
If you're gonna stand here and talk to me about crossroads and paths so you can drop out and go crash on a sofa then don't presume to talk to me like you're an adult.
Lily, I know how you feel.
Welcome home.
Okay.
- So who's the guy? - What guy? The guy at the restaurant that obviously has some huge impact on your life.
The only guy that has an impact on my life is James Joyce and I can't focus on him until I get this room in order.
You know, back in L.
A.
, I was something of a therapist to a lot of my friends.
People would call to talk about their problems.
Some even paid the surcharge to call from the Valley.
And lucky you, you've got me here whenever you want me.
Lucky me.
Why don't you stop cleaning up the mess and tell me about him? Don't you have a lacrosse team to date or something? I have this theory about you.
You wanna hear it? No.
You love academia because of the rules and you hate relationships because of the lack of them.
So do you wanna see him or not? Yes.
No.
Yes, but only if he wants to see me, and he obviously doesn't.
God, you're dense! - Of course he wants to see you.
- What makes you say that? Because you're beautiful, and you don't know it.
Because you're smart, and you don't believe it.
You're the kind of girl that guys never get over.
Joey, you're the kind of girl that other girls get compared to.
I don't- I don't wanna make him feel uncomfortable.
I think you don't wanna make yourself feel uncomfortable.
It's complicated.
I mean, it ended messy and I don't wanna make things worse.
Joey, no one's gonna grade you on how you handle this, you know? No one's gonna come along and tell you what's expected so you know how to succeed.
Relationships are messy.
That's their nature.
They start messy, and they end messy.
If you ever wanna have another relationship in your life you better just stop worrying about the mess.
Do you know what this is, McPhee? I'm not even sure where I am.
You're in our chapter room.
Sigmas don't let you drink and drive.
We plan on keeping our house.
See these pictures on the wall? Every one of these men looked at the same thing you're looking at now.
This is your future, Jack.
Open it.
What happens if I accept? You live in the house, you eat your meals here.
Your problems become our problems, your success, our success.
We're your brothers, your family.
What do you think, Jack? I don't know what to think.
It's all kind of overwhelming.
There comes a point in a man's life when he has to ask one question: Am I in or am I out? Yeah.
Yeah, I've asked myself that question, actually.
And I think you guys really need to know the answer.
I'm gay.
- You thought we didn't know that? - Most people are surprised.
Most people aren't Sigma people.
You're Sigma people, Jack.
You're one of us.
There's other guys in the house that are gay? You'd be the first.
Most fraternities are not particularly well-known for their tolerance towards alternate lifestyles.
Which is precisely why we need you in this house.
Sigma Ep has a reputation for being one of the roughest alpha-male fraternities on campus.
A reputation which is not entirely unfounded.
The dean wants us to diversify.
The dean gets what the dean wants.
So, yes, Jack, we know you're gay and we want you in this house because you're gay.
So, what's your favourite colour? I don't know.
The colour of your eyes.
- And that would be? - This is ridiculous.
Think I've been with you for a week, and I don't know your eye colour? Humour me.
Brown.
With subtle flecks of green.
Look, it's not entirely my fault that we just happen to have a completely normal, healthy, active sex life.
What are you saying, that it's my fault? No, I'm just saying that neither one of us has very much in the way of self-control.
You don't think we could go a day without having sex of any kind? A day? Are you insane, woman? We'd be lucky to make it 12 hours.
What's the matter? Afraid you couldn't hold out? Now, you see, I know I can hold out.
I'm just not sure you can.
Well, all right, then.
Bring it on.
Twelve hours, starting right now, no sex.
No.
No.
- Maybe we should get out of bed.
- Good idea.
So is it me? Did I forget to replace the paper towels in the employee washroom? Brecher told me that the waitresses were moody, but you are off the charts.
And that guy is a total, complete and utter wack job.
He caught me touching a pan, and he snapped: " Put down the ironclad and step away from the stove.
" All-Clad.
Why would he let you mess with something you don't know the name of? Just hate him with me for a second, would you? Nothing bonds colleagues quicker than bitching about the boss.
We're not colleagues.
This isn't a law firm.
I wait for people, you cook for them.
No, I don't cook for them.
I just cut their potatoes into slices for reasons that are beyond me.
The whole job is beyond you.
Okay, what's the problem? He's got you doing classic culinary prep work.
You have to wear the hat so some woman here on her first date doesn't puke when she finds a strand of your hair in her pumpkin purée.
The only problem I have is that I'm working with someone whose sole qualification for this job is his gender.
Good.
We're making progress now, because you just exploded on me.
I just have no idea why.
When I was your age, I used to spend hours and hours just sitting around thinking about my life.
Why did you stop? Well, I guess I got too busy living it to sit around reflecting on it.
I hope I never get to that place.
Dawson, I am sleeping in the room with a baby monitor.
I'm tired, so don't BS me.
You and I both know what this is about.
This is about a girl.
You say that like it's a bad thing.
You've been making movies ever since you were a little boy.
I first heard about USC when you were 10.
For four years it has been the mantra of our household.
So, what do you do? You work your tail off.
You overcome adversity that would send ordinary kids running for cover and you actually do the impossible, and you get yourself in.
You did it, Dawson.
You did it.
Now here you are, your whole life ahead of you and you're thinking about chucking it all away.
What, are you crazy? Maybe a little.
You want to talk about standing at a crossroads, fine.
But choose your own path.
- Dad, that's what I'm trying to do.
- No, you're not.
You're following Joey down hers.
I know how much she means to you.
But do you really think it's wise to make major life decisions based on someone else? This isn't high school anymore.
The stakes are high.
Your decisions have real consequences.
God, come on! Dad, honestly, do you think I don't know that? You think I don't know this is the most important decision of my life? - Then make the right one.
- Dad, it's not that simple.
It really is.
Dawson, I have lived twice as long as you.
I'm trying to give you the benefit of my experiences.
Dad, I can't live the life that you want me to have.
I can't live the life you choose for me.
I have to have my own.
- Your own? - Yes.
Fine.
Here's the opportunity to have the life you've wanted since you were little.
I've booked you on the 3:30 tomorrow.
Seize this opportunity, Dawson, seize it.
It'll be gone in a moment.
And that's life.
Got a little confession to make.
It's completely and utterly selfish but I totally want him to drop out and come back and be close to us.
When I saw him standing in the yard, my heart leapt out of my chest.
I thought, "God, I miss this kid.
" I miss having him around, seeing him across the table at dinner.
I miss hearing what he thinks about whatever movie he's just seen.
Do you know how much I love my life? I have this amazing family.
I know everybody says that but I've been around the block long enough to know that what we have here is so incredibly rare.
Because, you see it's the only thing I've ever really been good at.
- Oh, honey.
- No, no.
No, I'm a family man.
I can say with relative certainty that I will never write a poem or paint a painting or make a movie that will change the world.
It just wasn't in the cards for me, and that's okay because maybe, just maybe our son will do that.
- What was that for? - What can I say I love my boys.
This is working.
This is totally working.
Two people, two cups of coffee just doing what people do who don't have sex.
Going to a movie? Check this out, a Fellini retrospective.
La Strada, La Dolce Vita.
No.
I can't stand them.
If I wanna read, I'll pick up a book.
What happened to " I'll see anything"? Not even action movies? No John Woo, Jackie Chan, Crouching Tiger? Is this some kind of problem for you? No.
No.
No.
No.
I mean, it's not like a difference spells doom for a relationship, right? I mean, so what, really? So what that I have an overwhelming physical attraction to somebody who rejects the best that world cinema has to offer because he's too lazy to read the words on the screen.
See, you're mad.
No, no.
This is good.
This is what I was talking about, us getting to know each other.
You learn about me, I learn about you.
And before you know it, these 12 hours are up, and we can have sex again.
- I got a bid to join Sigma.
- That's wonderful.
Tobey doesn't think so.
He called me the gay Uncle Tom.
He's convinced they only want me to fill some kind of quota which isn't entirely untrue.
How do you feel when you're over there? Well, see, that's the weird thing.
For the first time in my life, I've finally found a place where I'm comfortable, you know? I fit in with these guys.
What's weird about that? I'd be the only gay guy in the house.
Well, it sounds to me like it's more of an issue with you that it is with them.
You're right.
You're right.
But that's strange because it's typically not how I am.
But it is typically how Tobey is.
If these fellows know you one-tenth as well as I know you I am quite certain they want you for much more than filling a quota.
Did Joey ask you to stay in Boston? No.
- Are you two? - Together? No.
It makes no logical sense, I know.
The past few years of my life I haven't done anything without an objective.
I've always asked myself: "What's my goal? What am I trying to accomplish?" My whole life, everybody's always been telling me to follow my heart.
Now that I've figured out what that means everybody's saying I'm crazy if I do it.
No, honey, I'm not saying not to follow your heart, but People change, Dawson.
It's a fact.
You, all of your friends, you're all gonna change.
So if you are absolutely sure you wanna be with Joey make sure that you are not going to prevent either one of you from growing.
And, sweetheart, I am not dismissing this beautiful idea of soul mates but the reality of eternal coupling well, quite frankly, it boils down to one thing: Faith.
So ask yourself this question: Is Joey the kind of person that you are willing to take a big leap of faith for? - Coke.
- Pepsi.
- Favourite album? - Exile in Guyville.
- Exile on Main Street.
- Favourite president.
I don't know.
Lincoln? - I'm from lllinois.
- Favourite Charlie's Angel.
Cameron Diaz.
Now can we get back to playing gin? No! Not until we find something that we have in common.
Look, we already have something in common.
Sex.
You've gotta find something else.
You can't base a relationship on sex.
You see, I beg to differ.
Sex is a pretty big thing to have in common.
What exactly are we trying to prove here? What possible reason could there be for two intelligent, responsible people who have an overwhelming physical attraction for each other to deny that attraction? Why are you leaving your side of the room? Because.
- Are you caving? - No.
- Are you? - No.
Okay.
Okay, but this does not mean - we give up on finding commonality.
- Agreed.
This relationship has to move out of the room.
- Agreed.
- I'm sure that this is just a stage.
As long as we're intelligent and responsible, there's no reason why- Oh, God.
- What? - No condoms.
- We used the last one last night.
- You're kidding me.
Well, go find one.
- What? - Go borrow one, go get one.
Why borrow when we can steal? Come on, let's go.
Come on.
What? Where are we going? Look, we're taking this relationship out of the bedroom, all right? Can't see them very well, can you? At night, in the city.
What, the stars? No, you can't.
But what the hell, I've seen them all before, right? Me too.
So I'm guessing that this means that Lindley sold me out, huh? Go easy on her.
I saw you at the restaurant.
Yeah.
My new stomping grounds.
Well, after that she did unravel like a cheap suit.
Which explains why she hasn't been to see me lately.
No.
That would be because she met a guy.
Really? - That's good for her.
- Yeah.
So I guess she's told you about these Sunday dinners we've been having.
Yeah.
I seem to remember something to that effect.
Well, it's nice.
I mean, we try to get together every week because it's easy to get lost in a big city.
Well, of course it is.
You don't have enough stars to guide you.
You should try to come sometime.
I'll try and do that.
Because, Pace, I would I would hate that you not coming had anything to do with me.
With you? Or this thing we shared called "the romance.
" You know, it ended really badly and there was bitterness and tears and recrimination.
Yeah, I think I remember that.
We dated once, right? Yeah, we did, didn't we? But I've practically forgotten now that I've slept with half the football team.
Really? Just half? That shows incredible restraint on your part.
Well, I had to leave half for my roommate.
Roommate.
Oh, Lord.
I feel sorry for this person.
Twenty-four hours a day in a small space with you.
It's not healthy.
- I don't snore.
- I beg to differ.
So, Pace the other day I had to read this article for biology.
It said that, contrary to all previous thinking on the subject human beings may actually be able to regrow brain cells.
So I guess that means the whole "This is your brain on drugs" thing is moot.
I wouldn't go toking up just yet.
But I think what it means is that at some point in the not-so-distant future it may actually be possible to forget all of the bad stuff and only remember the good.
I don't know, if you ask me, I think that's already possible.
So tell me some more about this new roommate of yours.
- You really wanna know? - Well, of course I wanna know.
No, I wanna know about your job and this boat.
- This is one mother of a boat, Pace.
- Yeah, I know.
I mean, it's not technically mine but it's good for right now.
And the job is a job, but this summer Okay, sweetheart.
Come on.
Oh, yes.
Oh, honey, did you remember your sweaters? Yes, I remembered everything you packed for me.
Okay.
Look, I made these for you for your trip.
- Please promise me you'll eat more.
- I promise.
- I love you.
- I love you too.
Goodbye, Lily.
Goodbye.
Okay, sweetie, be good.
Try not to spit up on Mom too much, okay? Those are my cookies.
They're mine.
Oh, he'll come back.
Hope you can get a refund on that.
Dad, I know you think I'm making a mistake but if I am, it's a mistake I have to make for myself.
I know you're gonna realize I'm only trying to be the kind of person you taught me to be.
I think you are making a mistake, Dawson.
A huge mistake.
And I am disappointed in you.
But never, ever, for a single second forget that I love you.
And I will always be here for you.
- Mom? - He'll be fine.
- Call him.
- I will.
So breaking and entering.
Typical second date for you? We're not breaking and entering.
The window was open, right? Isn't that just a little bit convenient? No.
Because there's nothing in here worth stealing.
Except a Boston Bay tradition.
Breaking into this health centre and stealing condoms is a tradition? It's not stealing, they're free.
Read the sign.
"Gift to the class of 1990.
Here's hoping you get laid.
" - Is that what you think that sign says? - Something like that.
I'm paraphrasing.
I haven't been here in a while.
So if we could just get- You can't read the sign, can you? Oh, come on.
Who could read that from here? It's like China from here.
"Gift to the class of 1990.
In anticipation of a world without AIDS.
" I was close.
You are totally nearsighted, aren't you? I'm not nearsighted.
I just I just can't read really teeny things far away.
them without my glasses.
Satisfied? Yes.
Actually, I think this little field trip was a good idea because now I finally know something about you.
What, that I'm nearsighted? Trust me, they make me look like a total dork.
You are a total dork.
A vain dork.
Come here and kiss me.
I don't want to be wanted just to fill some kind of quota.
You know the reason we first came after you.
But the truth is we really like you.
Don't be thrown by this quota thing.
Yeah, you're filling one.
I'm filling one.
He's filling one.
Everybody here has qualities and experiences that are unique.
That's why Sigmas kick butt.
- You want a gay guy in the house- - Yes, we do.
But you're the one we want.
All right, but do you understand the reality of what you're gonna get here? My boyfriend, Tobey, when he comes to visit he's gonna be eating here and partying here too.
And if I live in the house, he's gonna be sleeping here and showering here.
Jack, Tobey is welcome.
Even if you don't live at the house if he needs a place to crash, this is his home too.
That's what it means to be a brother.
Cool.
So, what do you say, Jack? I say, sign me up.
- Welcome to the house, brother.
- Thanks.
- All right.
Yeah.
- Polar Bear.
Yeah! Hey, I'm done.
Forty-two pounds of peeled and sliced potatoes.
- Now, may I please cook them? - Quiet.
- Okay.
- Well, now looks like you started getting the hang of it toward the end.
- There's hope for you.
- Oh, thanks.
What are you do-? That was hours of work, man! I don't serve potato chips in my restaurant.
Really? So then why did you waste my time and your money - having me do that? - Training.
Okay, you're a wack job.
- Slice.
- What is that? Forget about what it is.
Slice it just like the potatoes.
That's not bad.
You're learning.
- Mind telling me what this is all about? - Behold the white truffle.
So fresh that you can actually see the little hoof marks from the pig that dug it out of the Italian soil.
These babies go for $1200 a pound.
What? That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard.
Now, if I let some headstrong kid get anywhere near them without proper training I really would be a wack job.
Taste.
Okay, I get it.
Karen has more discipline and motivation than a slackass like you will ever have.
But this isn't kickboxing and that's why I wouldn't give her your job.
- She wanted my job.
- Yeah.
You won't pick this up through sheer will.
Cooking is a craft which can't be taught.
However, it can be learned.
- What does that mean? - Clean up your station.
You're cooking the truffle ravioli tomorrow.
How was your weekend? Strange and unusual.
How about yours? Strange and unpleasant.
You okay? Not really.
I alienated my parents, and now I find myself adrift in a sea of uncertainty.
- But, hey, what else is new, right? - Can I do something to help? Yeah, you can tell me that I without a doubt made the right decision and that it will have only positive repercussions for the rest of my life.
Dawson, I can't do that.
Damn.
But I can tell you this: There is no right or wrong, just the consequences of your actions.
- What the hell does that mean? - Well, I'm not sure exactly.
My sociology professor said it last week.
I thought it sounded profound.
Great.
- I should just get on a plane right now.
- You can't.
We tried that already.
We can't seem to get you on that plane.
You're like Hoffman in Rain Man.
How about a cup of coffee? Sure.
It's about time I got acquainted with this city of yours.
- So how was Capeside? - Same old, same old.
They're tearing down the New Rialto and building a new I guess it just goes to show you.
- What? - You can never go home again.
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