Dawson's Creek s05e09 Episode Script

Well, that seals it.
I have now officially lost my faith in Hollywood.
- It wasn't that bad.
- Not that bad? Maybe through the haze of your slumber it wasn't that bad but as someone who actually watched the movie, it sucked! I'm just so tired of this trend of attack of the " insert your vengeful psycho here" movie.
I mean, they're so unbelievable, you know? What are the chances of a chemically imbalanced camp director luring preteens to a bloodbath at the archery range? Apparently they're good at Maine's Camp Bloodsucker.
- You know what the problem is? - Yeah, I know.
You talk in your sleep about things I don't want to know.
The problem is that people forget that the scariest things are the things that are actually possible.
- Isn't that why Hitchcock's so great? - I don't know.
How often does a guy go around dressing like his mother? Well, you save that for special occasions.
Maybe I've just lost the will to scream.
Oh, please.
You were once and will forever remain the number one skittish kitten in my life.
It's not to worry.
It's part of your charm.
Weren't you scared of Grams up until last year? Oh, absolutely.
I bet it's making you a little nervous just being in her house right now.
Who knows what kind of scary things will be lurking in the shadows? Who's hungry? A girl can't survive on Dots alone.
Very funny, guys.
I'm shaking in my boots.
Is this where the twins come out and invite me to play forever and ever? Well, I think our work here is done.
Hey, feisty! You guys do realize that this calls for serious revenge? Come on, Jo, we were trying to prove, and quite successfully I might add that you are now and will forever be afraid of your own shadow.
You wouldn't be so sure of yourselves if you knew what a weathered scream queen I was.
That's right, I forgot.
She's seen it all.
I don't spend all of my time with you layabouts.
I have seen things, disturbing things.
Tell us a story, Joey Potter.
- I don't think you can handle it.
- Right.
This from the girl who five minutes ago screamed bloody murder on the floor.
Okay, Pace.
It was Halloween night.
Audrey was walking me to the library which itself was a sign of the apocalypse.
Okay, I know, like, half a dozen kick-ass parties we could be hitting, and you're going to hibernate in the library.
- How wrong is that? - No one asked you to come with me.
I know.
I'm just seeking clarification here.
Are you the most bookwormy, pathetic person alive? According to your party-till-you- drop-out standards, apparently.
I'm serious.
Nobody should be alone in the library on Halloween.
It's not like I'm gonna be the only one.
The reading material cannot be checked out.
Every other time I go there's always another overzealous geek using it.
This is one night I know it'll be there.
This is such Joey Potter logic.
I'm not in the mood to go out partying - with everything that's happened.
- Okay.
Okay, I get it.
- You're excused.
- Can I ask you something? Who are you supposed to be, anyway? Carrie White, tragically misunderstood heroine of the Stephen King book? But shouldn't you be doused in pig's blood or something? Well, I guess, but What cute boy's gonna wanna talk to me if I'm all red and sticky all night? How are they gonna know you're not some generic homecoming queen - or beauty contest winner? - Because I'll tell them.
You got the hair right.
Thanks.
Oh, God.
You have no idea how bad these shoes suck right now.
Audrey, you don't have to be here.
There are plenty of people.
I feel perfectly safe.
Well, the first party did start 15 minutes ago.
Right.
Like I wanna be the first idiot at the punchbowl.
- Audrey, I'm not coming with you.
- Well, who asked you to? I'm serious.
I have to study.
I'm going to be here late.
And as much as I appreciate you coming with me, I'm fine.
You know, sometimes, when I get scared I like to count out loud.
One, two three, four.
It's very calming, okay? I'm surrounded by people.
Why would I be scared? Yeah, okay.
Don't look now but check out the creepy guy at 1 o'clock.
He's eating the peanuts and he keeps staring- Don't look now.
Wait, wait.
Okay.
Go.
Maybe it's the tiara and prom dress that caught his eye.
- Well, he's giving me the willies.
- Why? Some girl was attacked in this library.
She's lucky that she survived.
And she's not the only one.
You're trying to scare me so I go to the party with you, and it won't work.
Why do you always assume that my concern is masking self-interest? Because I know you.
You know what? I'm going.
Put your life at risk.
See if I care.
- Don't stay out too late.
- I'll meet you at the dorm.
Sure you don't want me to walk with you? Hey, Miss America.
Are you coming or going? She's going.
Goodbye, beauty queen.
Excuse me.
I'm Carrie, all right? Carrie White from the book and the movie.
Is that not obvious to you? God! Can I borrow a pen? Oh, yeah.
I have one in here.
You can keep it.
I don't- I don't need it.
You shouldn't be here after dark.
It's not safe.
You know what? That's okay, actually.
My boyfriend's on his way over as soon as football practice lets out, so I'll be fine.
But thank you for your concern.
Do you have the reading for the Intellectual History of Europe? It's section 204.
Professor Downs' class.
Let me check.
Your name? - Joey Potter.
- All right.
Okay.
You need to read these two articles.
And there's a reference book in the stacks.
This is gonna be your call number, Joey.
And I still need to locate one more book for you.
Wow, this is a lot of reading.
Yeah.
Thanks.
Can I help you with something else? Are you gonna be here for a while? Sure.
For another hour or so.
Why? I was just wondering.
You worried about that guy? Kind of.
He's just He's a little creepy.
Kind of keeps staring at me.
Don't worry.
He's here almost every night.
He's pretty harmless.
Oh, okay.
- Thanks.
- You got it.
Come here.
- Whoa, sorry.
- Oh, I'm sorry.
I think I'm just having a little bit of a moment.
I think that guy is following me.
The creepy old guy? Well, actually, he just left.
- Are you sure? - Yeah.
Look, do you want me to call campus security? - No.
- You sure? Yeah, I'm fine.
Don't worry about it.
I was looking for you anyway.
The other book is in Special Editions.
- Where's that? - That's downstairs.
Are they still open? They should be, for another 10 minutes.
You want me to walk you down there? - No.
I'm okay.
Thank you.
- Okay.
Terrific.
Hello? - Oh, my God.
- You okay? Yeah.
I'm so happy to see you.
That creepy guy is down here.
I know.
He followed you and I followed him.
- Thank you.
- Yeah.
Look, you're gonna be fine.
You should have listened to me, sweetie.
Come on.
What are you doing? So you think you could put up a fight? Because I like that in a girl.
- Who is he? - A cop.
He was right.
You should have listened to him, sweetie.
So you're the guy.
You're the guy who attacked that girl last semester.
Don't tell anyone, okay? You pretty much Crouching Tiger'ed his ass.
I guess that kickboxing class actually paid off.
It's a decent thrill, Jo, but as scary as the stacks may be after-hours I think the fraternity house has you beat in terms of the creep factor.
I'm assuming you're talking more than keg stands and roofies.
I get enough of that from my common-law wife.
I'm sorry, but what could a fellow possibly have to worry about in the loving arms of his brethren? Yeah.
Late nights in the basement with the right provisions, of course the mind can start to play tricks on you.
Hey, guys.
- Hey, Jack.
- Have fun tonight.
See you.
And make sure that basement's cleared out, McPhee! Yeah! We are way cooler than these dorks.
Check this out.
- Does it work? - I don't know.
Anybody know the call numbers to the campus radio station? Ninety-six point six.
My roommate listens to the morning show.
My friend Jen, she's working the night shift.
- Is she hot? - I don't really know how to answer that.
- Yes or no? - Yes.
You have to bring her over sometime.
Dude, you okay? Yeah.
Yeah, I'm fine.
Caught some of that flu that's going around.
Plus I'm flying high on some of that extra-strength cough medicine.
You want some Jack, Jack? No, thanks.
That's probably not a good idea.
It's good for you.
Kill the virus.
- Brady.
- No, man, I'm good.
Thanks.
Come on, you guys.
Don't be wusses.
We're at the peak of our sexual primes.
It's all downhill from here.
We should be out partying tonight instead of in latrine duty hell.
Live a little.
I believe this is what's known as peer pressure.
Okay, what the hell.
All right.
As long as it kills the virus.
Here you go.
That's some strong stuff.
Class of '68.
Hey, this is my dad's class! Which one is he? He's right there.
Oh, my God.
He's a total dork.
He's just doing that hippie thing, man.
It was the '60s.
he was ever this young.
Wasn't that the year some guy offed himself? Yeah, yeah, he was a total psycho.
His roommate boffed his girlfriend and he went ballistic.
- Slit his wrists in the bathroom.
- I heard she did everybody on the whole floor, and then he went out in the main quad and hung himself.
Now, that's disturbing.
Hey, man, are you okay? I don't know.
I don't feel so well.
Dude, this is a vomit-free zone.
There's a bathroom back there.
Why don't you go use it? All right, all right.
I got it.
Guys? Hello? Somebody there? Oh, my God.
Are you okay? - Sorry.
You all right? - Yeah.
I'm okay.
Let's get you out of here.
Come on.
Sit down.
Now, how the hell did this happen? A couple of the guys, they're hazing, you know? Are you sure you're okay? I think so.
I just I must have passed out or something.
This is insane.
I mean, they could have killed you.
I'm gonna get you some water.
You want some? No, I'm okay.
Well, who-? Who did this? I don't want to say their names.
I'm a new pledge.
It'd be indiscreet.
No, it's cool.
I'm with the new pledge class too.
I'm Jack.
I'm Tad.
I haven't seen you around before.
Yeah, I don't remember seeing you either.
Well, can you-? Can you get up? I mean, give it a shot, at least.
Okay, forget it, forget it.
Just stay here, all right? I'll tell you what, I'm gonna I'm gonna go try and find a few of the guys.
No, please.
I don't want anyone to know about this.
- Why? - They already hate me.
- I don't want to make it any worse.
- Who? Who hates you? - The brothers.
- What? That doesn't make any sense.
I mean, if they hate you, why would they pledge you? My father.
He's one of the founding members of the fraternity.
I'm a legacy.
They had to pledge me.
All the guys I've met here have been cool.
I can't even believe that they would allow this.
They've been on my case since day one.
Why? Forget it.
I'm- I'm fine.
- I just need to rest a bit.
- Tad I'm not like the rest of the guys, all right? You can talk to me.
No.
I'm gonna get myself into more trouble.
I'm serious, okay? Whatever it is, it's fine.
I told my roommate that I had feelings for him.
- Yeah, so? - So I never should have done it.
I mean, we got drunk.
I just blurted it out.
And I'm not even sure I meant it.
I just thought that somehow he might feel the same way.
I'm- I'm not quite getting it.
This is a big deal because? - Because I'm gay.
- Yeah, I got that already.
I'm- I'm right there with you, buddy.
- I don't believe you.
- It's true.
Look, all the guys, when they took me in as a pledge, they knew this so I'm shocked that they're treating you like this.
Look, this shouldn't happen, man.
We're living in the 21 st century.
Maybe you are.
What's the matter? I need to sleep.
You stay here.
I'm gonna go get you some water.
You're not calling for help, are you? No.
No, I'm just- I'm gonna get you some water.
- Jack? - Yeah? You're a cool guy.
A great addition to the house.
I wish there were more like you.
I'll be right back.
No way.
Don't get me wrong, guys.
You do spin a scary yarn.
But in my estimation, what the whole world needs is a good, old-fashioned urban legend.
Yeah, that's all we need.
More predictable stories about a guy with a hook for an arm that kills the amorous couple.
Hey, those stories exist for a reason, Jack.
Right, to discourage teenagers from drinking and having sex in the woods.
Okay.
Say what you will, but I have experienced a few of those time-tested tales.
See, this is further evidence of the double life that Pacey leads.
The fathoms of the sea and in the seedy underbelly of the city.
Jack is correct.
I have seen the dark side.
He's also right in that the scariest stuff does take place in the everyday, which, last time for me - was this one night with Karen.
- Who's Karen? Do you really want to have that conversation now? No.
Sorry.
Sugar high.
So one night before all the drama reared its head I'm giving her a ride home.
Driving down the road- Let me guess.
The road stretched before you lit only by the full moon above.
Something like that.
Yes.
So here I am, giving her a ride home in Brecher's car.
You got to hand it to Brecher.
This is a sweet ride.
It's his wife's car, actually.
His Porsche is in the shop.
You're kidding me.
A Porsche? Yet another reason to worship him.
I don't worship the guy.
- It's perfectly understandable.
- What? - Your little-boy crush on Danny.
- Excuse me? Come on, I mean, it doesn't mean you're gay or anything.
I mean, you know, he's charismatic.
Charming.
Cute.
I look up to the guy.
That's it, okay? If you say so.
He's the only guy who's ever made me feel like I'm good at anything.
He doesn't make me feel like a freak for not going to college.
And if you knew anything about my life, which you don't you would know that's deserving of no small amount of hero worship.
- What are you doing? - His lights were off.
I don't think that was such a great idea.
That's the sign for, "Your lights are off.
" It's also an invitation for trouble.
- What are you talking about? - No, I heard about this.
It's like a gang initiation thing.
No, I'm serious! They send out new members with the headlights turned off.
The first person who flashes them, they run them off the road.
- It's a game to them.
- I don't know what Mad Max post-apocalyptic universe you live in but in mine, that's just driver courtesy.
- Fine.
I'm making it up.
- I didn't say that you're making it up.
Some people forget to turn on their lights.
Hey, I hope I'm wrong.
But I'm not.
U-turn.
- What? - He's following us.
- Now you're being paranoid.
- Am I? What is this guy's problem? You had to be the Good Samaritan, didn't you? Could you save the tutorial for a little bit later, please? What the hell was that? - There's a truck stop ahead.
- Where? Right there.
Damn it! Oh, damn! Brecher is going to kill me.
Yeah, I bet he's not gonna take you to the prom anymore either.
You're getting funnier every minute.
- I can't get a signal.
- Fine.
Why is this not surprising? Are you standing or sitting? Do you mind if we use your telephone? - It's over there.
- No.
That one's out of order.
Well, then I guess you're out of luck, ain't you? - Look, lady, I'm having- Just a second.
- Pacey.
- Look! - What? Okay.
Which one of you is it, huh? Which one of you inbred, redneck freaks smashed into my car? A show of hands.
Maybe you, huh? In the jeans shirt.
- Get out of my place.
- Oh, no, no.
Someone in here smashed into my car.
- Not my problem.
- Oh, is your problem.
- Is everybody's- - Leave! Oh, my.
You really should think about seeing a dentist.
You have got to be kidding me.
- What are you doing? - Just hold on.
- Pop the trunk.
- Hey.
Where are you going? Just do it.
Lady, are you nuts? I have got to start meeting less angry women.
Get out of the car! What do you say I drive you home now? Yeah.
All right.
Thanks for a lovely evening.
Anytime.
Let's go.
So I guess what we can conclude from this evening is that we can't offer much more of a thrill than the average slasher flick.
Maybe what they say about our generation is true.
How we've grown up immune to the media.
Look at reality television.
Suddenly it's normal to see people guzzling blood on prime time.
You won't distract us with jaded prattle, because Jack and I know that you still check under the bed before you go to sleep.
Hey, Grams.
- Hello.
- Hi, Mrs.
Ryan.
I trust I'm not interrupting any unsavoury activity here.
Nope.
We're as clean as they come.
We're just literally sitting around the fire telling ghost stories.
You all haven't had enough life experience to tell a truly chilling tale.
But if you novices think you can handle it I think I might just have a good one.
You're gonna be hard-pressed to scare us, Grams.
I mean, we're just a bunch of jaded cinephiles that don't flinch at the sight of blood splattering on the pavement anymore.
Thank you for that sweet-dream imagery, Jack.
Now, then.
A truly scary story should hit you where you live.
Find you in a safe place and turn it into a den of nightmares.
Okay.
Mission accomplished.
I'm starting to feel freaked out.
Good.
My story Actually, it's Jennifer's story.
An experience that terrified her so deeply she could never bear to relive the tale.
Happened the first night she was on her own at the radio station.
She was alone in the booth.
It was getting on towards midnight.
Okay, people, I'm back.
And I've been saving one last song for you.
Damn it.
- Shoot.
- Jennifer.
What do you want? Jennifer.
Why are-? Why are you just standing there? Jennifer.
Say something.
My apologies.
A little scratch on the vinyl.
This is Jen on WBCW, keeping you company all evening.
I'm gonna cut to commercial and be right back.
Jennifer.
Now, that is a scary story.
Well, you children have a good night now.
Oh, I- I hope I didn't give you jaded cinephiles too much of a fright.
Good night.
Sweet dreams.
So I guess this is the time of night that we, you know, go to sleep.
Well, hey, don't let us stop you.
Unless, of course, you're too afraid to go upstairs by yourself.
Yeah.
Unless, of course, you're too scared to go to that creepy, little floating house of yours.
No.
Why? There's nothing to be afraid of.
We were just going.
We're only here because I wanted to tell you when Dawson and Jen get back, we should get together.
I'll cook.
No, no, please.
That's enough of the Fear Factor.
Yeah.
That's funny.
You see what you just earned yourself? You earned yourself contaminated food.
So, what do you say, Jo? Wanna brave the "T"? Yeah.
I'm willing to venture forth if you are.
Yeah, of course.
Sure.
Let's go.
But you are gonna walk in front of me, right? Are you sure you want me to do that? If I walk in front, how will you see the man that jumps out and stabs you.
Pacey, there is no man.
Absolutely right.
I'm all for gender equality.
It could be a woman, some green-eyed Angelina Jolie type.
Actually, that could be interesting.
Can we go before it strikes midnight and Grams looks for her lost head? See, I knew the Grams thing runs deep.
I knew it.
Sweet Mrs.
Ryan is nothing compared to what we've got in store.
Laugh all you want, Pace, but you are my escort.
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