Dawson's Creek s05e15 Episode Script

Hi.
Professor Wilder? Okay.
David, then.
Feels weird.
So I'm done here.
Is-? Is it okay if I still stop by? Okay, well, I'm just about to get on the T, so I'll see you in a bit.
Bye.
Hey.
Hey.
- I didn't mean to scare you or anything.
- Well, you did, so - Where are you heading? - Home.
- Where's home? - None of your business.
Snotty.
I like- Hey! I'm not gonna mug you or anything, if that's what you're worried about.
- Good to know.
- I'm not about to force myself on you.
I can get my own dates, thank you very much.
You don't look so relieved.
As far as potential rapists go- - I don't mean to be rude- - Hey, I know what you're thinking.
You're thinking "Who is this guy? Why is he violating my envelope of space?" Well, truth is I was wondering if you had any money that I could borrow.
- No.
- No? - You won't think about it? - Thought about it and I said no.
See, this- This is the problem with the world.
You put yourself out there, make yourself vulnerable they shoot you down without a second thought.
Listen.
I'm sorry.
I don't have any money, okay? And, seriously, you're scaring me.
And I just wanna get home.
Okay.
Fair enough.
I'm sorry for the hassle.
Want me to walk you home? - No.
- That's understandable.
But, you know, you should be careful, sweetheart.
I mean, it's late.
The next guy you come across, he might not be as nice as me.
Be good.
Actually, you know what? I've given this some thought and I'd rather if you did lend me that money.
How's that work for you? You think I'm just gonna let you walk off once the handgun's made an appearance? Give me a break.
Let's go over here.
Come on.
Just give me what you got and this will all end reasonably well.
- I don't have anything to give you.
- Hon, you just walked out of an ATM.
Secondly, a rich little college girl like you Where do you go? Harvard? - Or Wellesley? - Worthington.
See? That's very nice.
Doesn't make me any less broke at the moment.
Are you getting scared? You don't have- Don't be scared.
That's easy for you to say.
You're holding the gun.
Okay.
Be scared.
But just so you know I really don't have any intention of using it.
From the guy who said he had no intention of mugging me.
- Just trying to put you at ease.
- Maybe you shouldn't be mugging me.
Well, what's done is done.
Water under the bridge and whatnot.
We're gonna have to get past it, I mean, if we're gonna have a successful muggerlmuggee relationship here.
Don't you? Is there any chance that gun may accidentally go off in your pants? - That would be really great.
- You know what? You, young lady, are a wiseass.
You know that? And I may just have to shoot you yet.
Let's go.
Give me what you've got.
Come on.
Twenty bucks.
You scored.
Oh, come on.
You gotta be kidding me.
This is barely bus fare.
I left my wads of hundreds in another jeans.
Well, you got a cell phone or something, right? - No.
- Are you telling the truth? - Yes.
- So it's okay if I pat you down? Because that might be kind of fun.
Oh, cool.
Yeah.
I hope you get a decent signal in prison.
Tone.
Watch it.
Oh, wow.
This is a nice one.
This is, like, really light.
Aesthetically pleasing.
Can I go on the Internet with this thing? - That was not cool.
- Sorry.
Are you crazy? How do you know I'm not gonna kill you for that? - Is that what you're gonna do? - I don't know.
I haven't made up my mind yet.
Well, in the meantime, get the hell off of me.
Give me the damn cell phone.
- What is your name? - That's none of your business.
What is your name? - Joey.
- Joey.
I like Joey.
I've always liked boys' names for girls.
It's cute.
My parents will be thrilled.
Are we done? What do you think, Joey? You have my money and my cell phone.
What else do you want? - Well, you're gonna have to kill me.
- Don't flatter yourself.
You got a credit card? ATM card? One of those jazzy little check cards that are all the rage these days? And if you have it, give it to me.
Don't screw around.
Give it to me.
Unless you want me to pat you down.
Thank you.
Well, the credit card's fairly useless.
You'll just cancel that first chance you get.
Unless, of course, I kill you.
Kidding.
Oh, ATM card.
Okay.
Here's what we're gonna do.
We're gonna go to the little ATM vestibule here you're gonna take out all your money and give it to me.
I only have $27 in my account.
I don't buy that for a second, Joey.
Well, it's true.
Prove it.
All right.
Work your magic.
I won't look.
Forty-seven bucks.
I get kicked in the gut for 47 bucks? - No.
Don't forget the cell phone.
- What about your savings? Disco.
Don't worry, sweetie.
I'm sure Daddy'll cut you a check first thing Monday.
You so want to punch me in the face right now, don't you? I mean, I understand.
I really do.
But I got bills to pay.
Sorry if that's more important to me than you buying yourself a new pair of Manolo Blahniks.
- Did you think of getting a job? - I have a job.
- Yeah? Doing what? - Not that it's your business - but you could say I'm in sales.
- Let me guess.
Telemarketing? Funny.
More like pharmaceuticals.
- Oh, you're a drug dealer.
- You say that with such disgust.
Oh, I didn't know your industry was worthy of such honour and respect.
I got some clients that go to Worthington.
You should stop by sometime.
We can catch up.
You know, call me crazy but I like you, Joey.
I mean, except for that little kung fu kick out there you've made this experience a very pleasant one.
A lot of people, they would have pissed their pants by now.
But you, you've held it together kept your sense of humour.
You know what? I'm not even gonna hold that violent little outburst of yours against you.
- Gee, thanks.
- Yeah.
I mean, another time, another place- What? You and me might make a scorching couple.
You must be dipping into your supply.
You cannot tell me you don't find me attractive.
You're a real catch.
Except for that part about you being a lowlife criminal.
Oh, yeah.
That's original.
Let's pick on the drug dealer.
That's an easy target.
- Can I go now? - No, you can't.
I have another question for you.
What? Are you a virgin? Could you be any more of a dick right now? Yeah.
I could kill you, or worse even.
Just screwing with you.
I do have another question, if that's okay.
What? Okay, you're a girl.
Yes.
- Do you have a boyfriend? - No.
- Have you ever had a boyfriend? - Yes! Okay.
So if you had a boyfriend right now and you were mad at him what might be the best way to get back in your good graces? Somebody actually dates you? Hey! Somebody actually married me.
Oh, I'm sorry to hear that, for her sake.
Somebody's gotta fall in love with the drug dealers of the world.
I mean, are we not human, Joey? Are we no less divine? You're right.
Even Hitler had a girlfriend.
Exactly.
Eva Braun.
I mean, she was one smitten kitten.
I can't believe I'm even participating in this conversation but did you ever think of getting her something? Yeah.
Flowers? - How pissed is she? - She's really pissed.
- Nature of the crime? - My dabblings in the underworld.
You're gonna have to do much better than flowers.
That's a nice jacket.
Thanks.
Where did you get it? It was a gift, I think.
- Can I have it? - Are you kidding me? No! It wasn't really a question.
You're stealing my coat? I can't believe you're stealing my coat! What difference does it make at this point? - It's freezing outside.
- Yeah? Sure is.
Not my problem.
Give me the coat.
Oh, my God.
Oh, wow.
This is a really nice one.
Well, this is just her size.
She's gonna love this.
Thank you.
Glad to be of service.
Well, I guess this is goodbye.
Oh, by the way, you can go to the cops and all that but, trust me, it's a waste of time.
- Thanks for the tip.
- Yep.
Okay.
Well You take care.
- Don't.
- I'm calling for help.
- You're gonna call the cops.
- I'll ask them to bring a Band-Aid.
- You need help.
- I'm fine.
Yeah.
You look like hell.
I thought you were dead.
- I'm speaking.
I'm clearly not dead.
- Yet.
Give me it.
Give me it.
Hey! You stay or die.
- You're not gonna shoot me.
- I'm not? You sure about that? You like me.
I've made this experience a pleasant one? That's all well and good, but I ain't going to jail.
No.
You're going to the hospital.
Then jail.
Not if I have any say in it.
Okay.
I'm gonna walk over there, pick up my phone.
And if it still works, I'm gonna dial 911 and I'm gonna get you an ambulance.
If you wanna shoot me, go right ahead.
It was never loaded? I never actually got around to buying bullets.
Looks pretty cool, though, huh? I'm calling.
Hey, come on! Just go home! I'm fine.
- Yeah, you look fine.
- Wait.
I'm fine.
Fine.
How about that ambulance? Sure.
Why the hell not? - They're on their way.
- The cops too? Of course.
How happy are you right now? Oh, yeah.
This is how I like to spend my nights.
Well, you can't deny the poetry of it all.
What are you talking about? What? You think this was an accident? This was no accident, sweetheart.
I mean, I get hit by that car after I do something crappy to you.
Kicked in the ass by karma.
Who'd have thunk it? Is there something I can do? Do you have any heroin? - Not on me, no.
- Then shut up and leave me alone.
Tone.
Watch it! Do you smoke? No.
My mom, lung cancer.
Swore I never would.
What's so funny? My old man, lung cancer too.
Didn't stop me, though.
So is that what you deal, heroin? No.
X mostly.
- Never tried it? - No.
Not really into drugs.
Yeah, I don't like them either.
They just really seem to like me.
- Can I ask you a question? - Does it look like I'm going anywhere? You're a drug dealer.
Fairly lucrative profession, right? So why do you go around terrorizing college girls in the middle of the night? Well, Joey the industry in which I toil it goes through periodic dry spells.
This just happens to be one of them.
Plus, I have a very high-maintenance wench of a wife.
How does the little lady feel about your line of work? She's not a big fan, actually.
In fact, she finally kicked my ass out last month.
I've been trying to worm my way back into her heart ever since.
Do you want me to call her? No.
Well, I'm sure she'd probably like to know about this.
Yeah, well, I don't want her to know, okay? How did you guys meet? High school.
Tenth grade.
She liked me.
I never even saw it.
I never gave her the time of day.
Then one day she smiled at me.
No particular reason.
It was the end of me.
It's funny how things are always shifting like that.
One day, you have the upper hand you're in control and the next, you're totally at somebody's mercy.
Kind of like me and you.
There is no me and you.
Can I ask you something? Does it look like I'm going anywhere? Why are you being so nice to me? It doesn't take a doctor to know you're in bad shape.
But most people probably would have left me for dead by now.
Most people don't wanna see you put in jail as badly as I do.
That's a good point.
My father used to deal drugs.
Really? That's right.
I think I saw him at a union meeting once.
- How's he doing? - He went to prison.
He's there right now.
My whole life, I was trying to figure out why someone would do something like that.
He had a wife two daughters that thought he was a damn superhero.
Maybe that's why I'm being so nice to you.
I wanna know why.
Are you okay, miss? Oh, yeah.
I'm fine.
So this guy mugs you and then gets hit by a car? Those are the Cliff Notes.
Yeah.
Wow.
That happened more often, I'd be out of a job.
Come on.
You should take a ride to the hospital.
Have them take a look at you.
It's okay.
I just I just wanna go.
Yeah.
Well, all's well that ends well, Miss Potter.
- I'm okay? - Yeah.
You're fine.
You were in shock.
Which, given what you've been through, is understandable.
You've spoken to the police? Well, go home and get some sleep.
- Anybody we can call for you? - No.
I'll be fine.
Okay, then, young lady.
You take care of yourself.
Excuse me.
- How's the guy? - Oh, the creep who mugged you? Well, he's great.
He's in surgery right now.
Lots of internal bleeding.
- Hi, sweetheart.
- Hi.
Where's your mom and dad? - You have pretty hair.
- Oh, thank you.
You have pretty hair too.
Why don't we go find your mom and dad, huh? Okay.
Mama! Brown hair, blue eyes.
She has to be here somewhere.
- Mama! - Oh, baby.
I'm so sorry! Mommy got distracted.
Thank you so much.
No problem.
She's a cute one.
Yeah.
She's a cute one, all right.
Especially when she wanders off.
- Thanks again.
- No problem.
Could you do me an enormous favour? - I'm sorry.
Forget about it.
- No.
What? Can you maybe sit with her for a minute? I'm trying to find my husband.
- Absolutely.
- Oh, you're a doll.
Thank you.
Come on.
Right here.
It's way past my bedtime.
I know.
You must be tired.
Yeah.
My daddy's sick.
I'm sorry about that.
Sometimes he takes me to the movies.
Yeah? That's nice of him.
Yeah.
He's not feeling so good.
He got hit by a car.
- Here.
- Oh, thank you.
I can't thank you enough.
Oh, it's my pleasure.
I just hate the way they look at me, you know? " Can't she just take care of her kid?" - What's your name? - I'm Joey.
It's nice to meet you, Joey.
I'm Grace.
And this little pain in the butt is Sammy.
Guys' names for girls.
It's cute.
You sound like her father.
So is he gonna be okay? I don't know.
He's in surgery.
Car accident or something.
They won't give me all the details.
We're not together.
Well, I hope everything turns out okay.
So What brings you to this special place in the middle of the night? I got mugged, actually.
- Are you okay? - Oh, I guess I'm still a little shook-up.
I can imagine.
I'm sorry, Joey.
That must have been horrible.
Yeah, it pretty much sucked.
Well, at least you're alive to tell the tale, right? That's true.
So tell me about your husband.
He's what you'd call a loser.
- Sorry.
- He wasn't always that way.
We got married too young, hadn't figured out who we were yet.
You know, long story.
Blah, blah, blah.
- Are you in school? - Yeah.
Good for you.
Keep it that way.
I dropped out to follow him to the city.
He was gonna be Kurt Cobain, and I was gonna be his Courtney.
It didn't quite work out that way.
The worst part is this little one loves him to death.
Little girls and their daddies.
Breaks my heart.
I finally kicked the creep out a month ago.
We finally have some peace in our lives and she wakes up crying for him in the middle of every damn night.
I mean, how do you look in those big blue eyes and tell her she's better off without her father? Well, is there any chance that you two will work things out? Yeah.
Maybe.
If you know a couples therapist that specializes in liars, thieves and junkies.
I'm sorry.
This is so not your problem.
No.
Hey, I- I asked.
This guy who mugged you did he get away? Not exactly.
No.
Did they catch him? He- He held me up at gunpoint.
He emptied my bank account stole my jacket and said goodbye.
But as he was crossing the street he was hit by a car.
Wow.
How's that for justice? Where did this happen? Downtown Crossing.
Of course.
I think I owe you an apology, Joey.
I think the scumbag who mugged you was probably my husband.
Well, if it makes you feel any better, he was- He was nice about it.
Great! Maybe they can put that on his headstone.
He was nice about it.
" He screwed up his daughter's life but he was really nice about it.
" I think I'm about done here.
- You're not gonna stay? - No! Why the hell would I? To see how he is.
I don't care anymore.
Whether he lives or dies what difference does it make to me at this point? - For her sake.
- Trust me.
She is better off without him.
Look, I'm sorry about everything.
I wish there was something I could say or do to take away what happened to you tonight.
But I can't.
- So please, let's just move on, okay? - Look, I'm sorry.
I know this is none of my business.
But for some reason, I feel like it is.
And so I'm just gonna say it.
I've been that little girl.
She doesn't know her dad's a loser.
She thinks he's pretty much the greatest thing in the entire world.
So if things don't go exactly his way tonight shouldn't you give her the chance to-? To what? To say goodbye.
You're right about one thing, Joey.
This is none of your business.
- Hey, what are you still doing here? - Good question.
If you're looking for his wife, she just- Nope.
You, actually.
He's asking for you.
This guy's in bad shape.
That car banged him up pretty good.
Do you know what a sucking chest wound is? Never mind.
We did what we could.
Now we're just waiting to see if he needs more surgery.
You're well aware you don't have to do this, right? - How do I look? - Pretty bad.
Hideous, actually.
You know, I'd say I'm sorry to you but- - Really, what's the point? - Yeah.
It's not like I'd forgive you or anything.
Fair enough.
I met your family.
- They're here? - They were.
Your wife and I got talking.
She left.
That's my Gracie.
Your daughter is really beautiful.
It's a shame she has such a dickhead for a dad.
Well, it sounds like your dad was a bit of a dickhead too.
Look how well you turned out.
- You don't know anything about me.
- True, but from what I can tell you're pretty smart and funny reasonably hot.
And I imagine most of your friends like having you around.
Most of the time, when you're not smarting off- What do you want? You asked me to come in here.
What do you want? Well, you asked me why.
I wanna tell you.
Why what? Why, with the good things in his life, your father would choose the bad.
I mean, I figure it's the least thing I can do for shoving that gun in your face tonight.
I'm listening.
You want to know why I needed that money so bad? A couple of weeks ago Gracie let me walk Sammy to school.
Why the hell she did, I have no idea.
Must have been a moment of weakness.
She gave me 500 bucks to pay for her daycare.
What did I do? I dropped my daughter off to school and spent the money on dope.
Heartwarming story.
What's your point? Well, the point is, I love my wife I love my daughter.
But I am who I am.
Nothing's gonna change that.
I mean, you wanna know why people do the things that they do or- There is no why, sweetheart.
They just do.
That's crap.
If you really loved your daughter, you wouldn't do those things.
No.
You're wrong.
I do love my daughter.
I love her very much.
I love her so much, it's easier just being stoned.
You know, it's not like I can overcome every tragic flaw I have.
That's just not possible, you know? So let me ask you a question.
In 15 years she asks why you couldn't get over yourself, what do you say? Grow up.
Get on with your life.
Don't blame me.
I really admire that tough-guy bravado.
But you know what? It just doesn't track.
I mean, you obviously cared enough to wanna get that money back.
And now it looks like you're gonna die alone.
How does that feel? Big deal.
Everybody dies alone.
Great.
Good answer.
Well, I'll let you get to it.
- You have a nice afterlife.
- Hey.
Do you think she'll ever forgive me? Your daughter? Yeah.
My 1 Oth birthday my father takes me to the park.
And if you knew Mike Potter you'd know that was a pretty big deal.
I mean, he never really had time for stuff like that.
But he took me and we played for hours.
Jungle gym, swings everything.
And I was so happy.
He was so popular with the people there and everyone seemed to know him and I was so proud to be his daughter.
I mean, he was like the mayor or something and It wasn't until years later that I realized he was dealing drugs to them.
Heartwarming story.
What's your point? My point is my dad did a lot of crappy stuff.
I mean, this is the guy who cheated on my mom with a cocktail waitress while she was dying of cancer.
He let me and my sister down time and time again so many times and in so many ways it became funny.
But you know what? That day at the park it still goes down in the books as my favourite day ever.
Oh, yeah? Yeah.
Hey, sweetie.
Did my daddy do something bad to you? No.
He did something really nice for me.
He did? Yeah.
I was crossing the street and I wasn't paying any attention.
And there was this car coming, and it was gonna hit me but then your daddy came out and pushed me out of the way.
He saved my life tonight.
Did you hear that, Mama? Daddy's a hero.
Thank you.
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