Dawson's Creek s06e01 Episode Script

- Fully refundable, right? - You bet.
It's a shame you can't use this.
Paris is supposed to be amazing in the spring.
Yeah.
That's what I hear.
So I didn't go to Paris.
But I totally could have.
I mean, what Dawson said that night definitely rang true.
Come on, Rain Man.
Your life awaits.
Yours too, you know.
My life was waiting for me out there.
But I didn't have to max out my one credit card and fly halfway across the world to find it.
Screw that.
Instead, I embraced the simple pleasures of a summer in Capeside.
I read books, listened to a lot of CDs waited a lot of tables at the Yacht Club.
And I met a boy.
He was very cute and very nice.
Things were going very well until the moment he said.
.
I think I love you.
I know.
Poor Joey Potter.
Cute boy falls in love with her.
How tragic.
But it was a completely inappropriate display of affection.
Now, Pacey and Audrey, on the other hand they were smart.
They were all about the fun.
They came, they saw, they pretty much kicked L.
A.
's ass.
In Beantown, Eric came out of the closet.
The two of them had a grand summer.
Doing things young people in love do.
But Jack succumbed to a fate mainly reserved for heterosexual women.
.
He was dumped for someone far younger and prettier than himself.
By e-mail, no less.
He was depressed, this much is true.
But he got up, dusted himself off, and he got right back in the game.
Meanwhile, in the Hamptons Jennifer Lindley was the recipient of some very alarming news.
Mr.
and Mrs.
Theodore Lindley sat their only child down and informed her that they were getting a divorce.
She was happy, really, truly happy.
It was the most functional thing her parents had ever done.
What followed was perhaps the best summer of her life.
And then there's Dawson.
Truth is, we didn't talk this summer, not a word.
Which is weird, I guess, but at the same time, not.
I mean, I kept meaning to call him.
I did.
But one week became a month, before you know it here we are, back at school.
But what Dawson said that night, it definitely rang true.
My life is waiting for me out there.
I know it.
And what's really cool is that I have absolutely no idea what to expect.
But whatever it is, I'm ready for it.
I'm excited.
Bring it on.
- Wow, you hit pretty hard for a girl.
- I'm so sorry.
I'm late for something.
- Ever heard of an alarm clock? - I said I'm sorry.
Well, sorry's not gonna unbruise my ass, now, is it? Hi.
Joey Potter for Professor Hetson.
I'm really sorry I'm late.
Oh, no worries, dear.
He's running a bit late himself.
Fudge.
- We should probably wake him up.
- Do we have to? Listen, I know you weren't that keen on giving him a ride out here but what was I supposed to do, Pacey? I grew up next to the kid.
His mom and dad want him to go to Worthington.
Come on.
He's not that bad, is he? Apart from shoving his dubious musical taste down my throat he took every opportunity to tell me how many times he's seen you naked.
- He's never seen me naked.
- Really? He knows about the tattoo.
Wake up, you little perv! - What the ****? - You've seen me naked? - What did you tell her? - What you said.
Thanks a lot.
Thanks a ******* lot.
I confide in you and this is what I get? I'm listening, Jack.
Remember the telescope in my bedroom? Well, I didn't really do much stargazing.
I'm so telling your father on you.
Go ahead.
He had a peek.
But he said really good things.
I'm telling your mother, and she's gonna kick your ass, Jack.
Yeah, whatever.
Let me out.
I gotta take a ******* piss.
- What the hell was that for? - The end is nigh, my dear.
- What are you talking about? - Don't you get it, Pacey? None of the great couples ever make it in the real world.
Sid and Nancy, Dawson and Joey.
How are we going to have a fighting chance? Stella Adler, what's up with you? The summer is over, Pacey.
The return to normalcy begins now.
I mean, look at all of these civilians going about their business.
Marching off to class, buying their books.
It makes a girl wanna blow chunks.
Speaking of, why aren't you marching off with them? Because nothing ever happens on the first day of class.
It's a total waste.
Naturally.
Did you have a nice summer? I had a fantastic summer.
Thank you for showing me your L.
A.
And for introducing me to your father without whom I wouldn't have a single job prospect.
You wanna know something? You weren't supposed to actually impress my father, Pacey.
Was I supposed to creep him out? - Yes, but that's not the point.
- Really? What's the point? I don't want you to turn into some lame nine-to-fiver on me.
Well, I'll try, Miss Liddell, but I do actually need a job.
It would be nice to have some cash for a change.
We live in a city with like 8 billion restaurants.
Take your pick.
Or maybe I want something better.
Perhaps Pacey Witter actually wants his very own shot at greatness.
Besides, the party can't go on forever, baby.
- Will you bring my bags in? - Yes.
- What? - I can't believe that you said "fudge.
" - It just kind of came out.
- I mean, it's so silly.
Even my secretary would go for the more hard-core version of my favourite expletive.
Well, Doris is clearly a tough broad.
- Hey, tomorrow's your birthday? - That's right.
- Any big plans? - No.
Oh, it's just as well.
You don't have much to celebrate.
It says here that your scholarship barely covers your tuition.
- Do you have a job? - No.
- Are you looking for one? - Yes.
There's a job in the English Department.
Research assistant.
- You interested? - Sure, maybe.
"Sure, maybe.
" It's a job that students stab each other in the back for.
Think about it.
Let me know.
- Oh, now, this is a problem.
- What? You're signed up for my lit class.
Oh, yeah, I thought it looked interesting.
It's advanced for sophomores.
Obviously you don't know me, Professor Hetson.
If you did, you would realize that my sophomore status is a total nonissue.
I've read most of the books on the reading list.
Last Exit to Brooklyn, read it? Last Exit to Brooklyn.
Let's make a deal.
You finish it before the first class and I'll try and forget the fact that you're just a lowly sophomore.
- Okay? - Okay.
Wait, before the first class? The first class is today.
- That's right.
- At 3:00.
Yeah, what's your point? Nothing.
Forget it.
- Good morning, Grandmother.
- Good morning, Granddaughter.
Grams, do you notice anything different about me this morning? - No.
- Well, it just so happens, I'm happy.
It's the first day of my sophomore year and I couldn't be more pleased.
You may have noticed I'm generally a dour sort.
- No, really, I wasn't aware of that.
- Yes.
While I'm still a bit disgusted with life, I find myself happy to be here.
- Well, that's nice, dear.
- You know what I think it is? I think the dissolution of the Lindley marriage has actually restored my faith in humanity.
If those two loons can take steps to improve the quality of their lives and the lives of those around them, then anything is possible.
- What? - Where's my granddaughter? If you've eaten her, I want you to spit her out this instant.
Hello? Oh, hello, Mr.
Smalls.
No, I don't have any plans.
I'd love to accompany you to the Boston Museum of Fine Arts.
Go.
- Hey, you.
- Oh, Joey.
Thank God.
Look, there's no time but no matter what happens in the next 30 seconds you do not want me to crash with you guys.
Got it? Hi.
- Joey Potter, as I live and breathe.
- Audrey, my nemesis.
Welcome back.
Thank you.
Can Pacey stay with us for a couple days? You know what? Now is not really the best time.
I've got a lot of studying to do, and, well, I mean, you know Pacey.
He's like a child.
If he doesn't get attention he starts to act out, then there's the burping, the farting the hal- It's disgusting.
- Don't I know it.
- Hey, I'm standing right here.
I can't be a party to it.
I understand.
It looks like you're shacking up with Grams, amigo.
Well, that's just great.
After all we've been through together, Joey.
I thought you'd be cooler about this.
I'm actually a little hurt.
- Well, when you put it that way- - Oh, no, no, no.
Don't try to get out of this.
The damage is done.
Let's go, Liddell.
Hey, what are we doing tonight? Well, I don't know.
We could go out and celebrate.
You wanna celebrate my return to Worthington? That is so sweet, Joey.
Right, because that's the only thing we could potentially celebrate.
Obviously.
All right, well, later, bunny.
Joey.
Hey, it's me, Dawson.
Long time, no talk, huh? Listen, I'm in town, actually, for the weekend.
Was wondering if you wanted to get together for coffee- Get off the phone! I'm not paying you to chat up some bird! Hold on.
One second, Todd.
Joey, if you get this, meet me at 2 at this coffee shop Paleo Sun.
Corner of Front and Princess, okay? - Leery! - Gotta go.
Bye.
Number seven brings the offence to the line of scrimmage on this big Hey, man, what do you think? Yeah.
That's pretty slick, dude.
Nice fit.
Looks better on you than on me.
You don't think it's too flashy, do you? - What's the job? - Well, selling stocks.
What do you know about selling stocks? Not a thing.
Audrey's father thinks I'd be good at it.
He said I'm a hustler and to take advantage of it.
Admit it.
You do possess the appropriate degree of obnoxiousness for that vocation.
Thanks, pal.
- Defence! - New England, trying - So this is life at Gram's house, huh? - Yeah.
Damn, good enough.
- It's kind of - Lame? I was gonna say quaint, but, yeah, lame pretty much sums it up.
It's difficult to have a life, if you know what I mean.
Oh, yeah, I know what you mean.
No, I don't.
What do you mean? Come on, you know.
You meet somebody you like them, you want to go someplace more intimate - You don't want to hear the rest.
- Don't censor yourself on my account.
I mean, Pacey Witter is nothing if not a card-carrying friend of the gay.
- Ever think of getting your own place? - Yeah.
All the time.
Just can't afford it.
Right, and neither can I, but what if we were to get a place together? - You and me, roommates? - Sure.
Why not? For a million reasons.
- Name one.
- Well, can I get back to you on that? Okay, I'm finding us a place to live.
This is Art History-? - What are you doing here? - Same thing you are, dear.
What, you're in my class? - Oh, this is so uncool.
- I tried to tell you this morning but you were just prattling on and I could barely get a word in edgewise.
- How did this happen? - Well, I attended one of Clifton's summer-school classes and it was such a delight.
I'd forgotten how much I enjoyed the classroom so I decided right there and then to go back to school.
Not only are you gonna embarrass me into an early grave but this is for a man? Jennifer, give an old woman some credit.
I am doing this for myself.
Okay, but why did it have to be Art History? Why can't you take a nice math class? You know, using that part of the brain helps stave off the early onset of Alzheimer's.
Ladies, am I gonna have to separate you two? - Hi.
- Hey.
- Emma.
- Pacey.
- Come on in then, Pacey.
- Thanks.
- Wow, Emma, this place is fantastic.
- Yeah, it is.
Expensive too.
- These yours? - My boyfriend's.
It's so f-ing impossible to believe a girl could play a musical instrument they must be someone else's, right? I got a bit of foot-in-mouth disease.
But you sounded great.
Like I said, the place is expensive.
Are you a student? - No, no.
You? - Yeah.
Berklee School of Music.
- The drums.
Right.
- Yeah.
- You have a job? - Actually, no, not really.
I- It was lovely to meet you, Pacey.
I have this huge job interview tomorrow - if that counts for anything, does it? - No.
You have a fantastic place.
If you gave me a chance, I could swing it.
- I have another friend looking- Yeah.
- Another guy? Living with guys is a terrible idea.
It always ends in disaster.
I have a lesbian couple coming to look again tomorrow.
And both Debbie and Donna are gainfully employed.
Could they help you with the drum kit down the stairs when you have a gig? From the look of them they could.
And they look better than you, in fact.
Okay, if you need to emasculate me that's fine but let me bring Jack by, introduce you.
Look, I'm sure this Jack is a world-class charmer.
But it's really not necessary.
I don't understand why you're so fearful here.
Is it a sexual-tension thing? It can be awkward, two guys and a girl living together.
But I can guarantee that there is absolutely no possibility of either Jack or myself falling in love with you.
Because That didn't come out right.
- Let me try again.
- Look, it won't be necessary.
- What I'm saying is- See, he's gay- - Bugger off, chum.
- What are you doing? - I'm trying to make sure that Grams isn't in this class too.
Come on.
Give the old girl a break.
Besides, I don't think the History of Pop Culture is exactly her speed.
Who knows? The woman's crazy.
Like a fox.
- Okay, okay.
I- - What? - Oh, he's beautiful.
- Yeah.
What you said.
Welcome, friends, to what I hope will be an enjoyable semester.
I'm betting you guys think it's gonna be an easy ride.
When you look at what we're going to study- Things like the films of Keanu Reeves, the rise of the WB and why reality-TV shows are bad for the soul - Do you think he's gay? - You're asking me? Come on, I got the worst gaydar going.
I think he's gay.
How much you wanna bet? - How about $1 million? - You're on.
I'm available to answer any questions at any time.
Truth be told, I'm pretty much just like you guys.
A pop-culture junkie.
My wife thinks I watch too much TV and she's probably right - My wife.
- but I have an excuse: It's my job.
- How do you want it? - Hundreds.
I'm all about the Benjamins, baby.
Last Exit to Brooklyn is a classic of post-war American writing.
There are, in my- - Hello.
How are you? - Good.
Have a seat, please.
Can we get you anything? Make sure that seat's okay because there are some available over there.
This is fine.
Where was I? Right.
Last Exit to Brooklyn is a classic of post-war American writing.
There are- If you can't make it stop, will you answer it already? I don't wanna be rude.
Fine.
You don't want to answer it, I will.
Hello? Who's this? Audrey.
No, this is Professor Greg Hetson.
No, Joey can't come to the phone.
Is there any message you'd like for me to relay? Sure.
Yeah.
No, okay.
I got it.
Yeah, right back at you.
So where were we? You know what? Before I forget, Joey.
Turns out Dawson couldn't make it.
He was a little crazed, but he wants to meet you and the gang at Hell's Kitchen at, like, 8:30, okay? - Thanks.
- My pleasure.
So where were we? Right, okay.
Last Exit to Brooklyn.
Any thoughts? Joey? Honestly, the truth is, I only had a chance to read one of the vignettes.
Joey, it's the first day of class and already you've broken a promise.
- I'm sorry, but- - Action, Joey.
Not excuses.
So, what did you think of what you did manage to read? I thought that it was heartbreaking.
I mean, the people, they're doomed.
It's like a world where the sun never shines.
You.
What's your name? - Hello? - Right, yeah.
Eddie.
- My name's Eddie.
- Eddie.
Hi, Eddie.
What's your beef, Eddie? - I got no beef.
- Oh, no, that's crap.
I sense an opposing viewpoint.
- No, no, I just - Just? Well, come on, out with it.
I just feel it's a little condescending to feel sorry for these people.
Who says there can't be beauty in a world where the sun doesn't shine? You've read the whole book, Eddie? Yeah.
Years ago.
It's awesome.
Well, you've got one up on Miss Potter, anyway.
So moving on.
- I'm so sorry.
Hi.
- You again.
Well, this has got to be some kind of sign, don't you think? I think it's an omen of bad things to come.
- Who's this? - This, my dear, is Miss Emma Jones.
She has that apartment I was telling you about.
Oh, right.
And this, Miss Emma Jones, is my sweetheart of a girlfriend, Audrey.
- Key word being "girlfriend.
" - What are you going on about? I have a girlfriend.
Right here.
A beautiful, wonderful girlfriend.
- Good for you, mate.
- But I have a girlfriend.
So you have nothing to worry about.
You know? - No.
- Okay, you tell her.
- Tell her what? - Tell her what a good guy I am.
- What a great roommate I'd make.
- No.
She's hot.
- Thanks.
- You're welcome.
I don't want you living with a hot girl.
You two get along.
That's great.
Switching gears for a second, I'd like to introduce you to Jack.
- Jack, this is Emma.
Say hi, Jack.
- Hi.
- Jack's gay.
- He doesn't look very gay.
- Jack, you, gay? - Oh, yeah.
- See? - Good for Jack, then.
Are we closer to the apartment? - No.
- I didn't think so.
This is so unfair.
When are they gonna play my song? Maybe the jukebox rejected it on the grounds there's been plenty enough whiny chick-rock for one night, thank you very much.
Bite me.
Pacey.
Gross.
So now would you like to explain yourself? Why would I do that? Earlier today a frantic desire not to be confined to a dorm room with a bosomy blond with whom you spent the summer.
- Oh, that.
- Yes, that.
Remember our summer together? - Rings a bell or two.
- Good.
Remember when we came back we were all lovey-dovey and we didn't want the summer to end? Speak for yourself, but I do recall something to that effect.
Let's say for the sake of argument I am not unhappy summer is ending.
Which is not to say I didn't have a good time, because I did.
It's just that different Hollywood parties with different Hollywood friends, and " Hollywood Audrey" is - Exhausting.
- In a word, yes.
I've got a conflict here because, see, the part of me that happens to be your close friend and erstwhile paramour says, " Hey, life's too short.
You gotta do what makes you happy.
" But the part of me that is Audrey's close friend and college roommate says, "You know what? You break her heart, I break your face.
" - Got it? - I got it.
Come on.
- So where is he? - Godot Leery, you mean? I don't know.
It was like this all summer.
He was out before we got up he was never home before midnight.
- Todd kept him really busy.
- Who's Todd? Do you remember the director that fired him last summer? Well, he hired him as his assistant this summer.
That's Hollywood.
- What about Oliver? - He flipped out, hated L.
A.
He said he could literally see his soul leaving his body.
He left this note on Dawson's pillow that said, " I'll see you in hell, Leery.
" Dramatic to the end, that one.
Didn't you talk to him at all? - Oliver? - Dawson.
- No.
I kept meaning to call, but - Interesting.
I'm gonna go check on my song.
I'm telling you, this thing ate my dollar.
It's a jukebox not a vending machine.
You were expecting a candy bar? - Are you getting smart? - That's unavoidable.
- What are you looking at? - Drunk guy with his fly open.
What are you looking at? That was pretty good.
You were doing pretty well yourself.
Working in a place like this hones your tongue.
Tell me about it.
I waited tables in high school at a place like this.
Turned me into a surly wench.
You wouldn't be looking for a job? We could use a surly wench who can handle herself.
- I don't know.
Maybe.
- What's your name? - I'm Joey.
Joey Potter.
- I'm Emma Jones.
- Well, think about it, Joey.
- I will.
I know, the jukebox is all backed up.
I'm still waiting to hear "White Wedding.
" Look, it's been a barrel of monkeys, but I'm going home.
- What? You amateur! - I gotta get some rest, sweetheart.
I don't know, if I were in a hiring position I'd wanna see someone with bags under their eyes, reeking of booze.
I'll take that under consideration, but I'm still gonna go.
I don't like this new Pacey.
Not one bit.
What happened to the Pacey of yore? The Pacey of yore is exhausted.
He drove 3000 miles in three days.
Aren't you tired? And don't you have classes tomorrow? Well, yes.
But I also have my priorities.
Okay, Demanda.
I'm going home.
Brothers, sisters.
- Hey, Witter.
Wait up.
- Come on, Audrey.
How many times do I have to tell you? I need some rest.
Please don't be annoyed with me, trust me.
In two minutes you'll be sorry you were annoyed with me and I want to save you that pain.
What are you talking about? What's that? It is a key to a room in the most ridiculously swanky hotel in Boston.
We should spend the last night of our summer vacation together in style.
I mean, with all the Motel 6s and whatnot I thought it might be a nice change of pace, Pace.
And I promise I will let you rest.
No sexual misconduct.
Nothing.
Just total hard-core REM sleep.
You're right.
I feel like a jerk.
See? I told you that was gonna happen.
Did you, now? Look, I'm sorry.
I really want to make a good impression tomorrow.
Your father went out on a limb for me.
I don't want to let him down.
Because that would be like letting you down, and that would suck.
- Pacey - Yes.
You're getting all serious on me.
Come on.
Let's go rest.
Yeah, I don't know how strict we have to be about that whole " rest" thing.
I can work for this cranky professor and advance my academic career or I can work here, be hit on by drunken louts, and make good tips.
- What's a girl to do? - I don't even think it's a choice for you.
- Yeah, me neither.
- What do you mean? Given a choice, Joey Potter will always venture down the sensible path.
The sensible path here is to work for Professor Cranky Pants.
- Nicely put.
- Thanks.
I'm shocked and appalled.
That's what you think of me? Jo, it's not a bad thing.
It's just who you are.
And we love you for it.
All right.
I gotta go home.
Our lady of continuing education wants to hit the bookstores early so I need to get some beauty rest.
You coming, Jackers? You talked me into it.
Jo, you coming? No, I think I'm gonna stick around here a little while longer.
- What? - Nothing.
It's cute.
Go.
Go on.
Get out of here.
Joey! - All right, so guess what.
- What? - Guess.
- You're gay.
That, and I was on the phone with Steven Spielberg the other day.
- Really? - Sort of.
- What do you mean "sort of"? - He called for Todd, and I said: " Hold on a second, please," and put Todd on.
- That's it? - My hands were shaking.
" Hold on a second, please.
" That's the best you could do for your childhood hero? I thought I was gonna miss you again.
You almost did.
Everyone left.
I was next.
But you couldn't bring yourself to leave, could you? You had to see me.
Get over yourself.
I'll have you know that I stuck a dollar in that jukebox three hours ago.
I was not gonna leave until I heard my song.
Okay.
All right.
My mistake.
So tell me about this movie you're making.
It's a horror movie No matter what Todd says.
He tells people it's a Hitchcockian thriller.
It's like saying Happy Gilmore is an homage to Woody Allen.
- You look great, by the way.
- Thank you.
I don't say things like that enough.
When I saw you, I thought, "She looks great," but I didn't say anything so I'm saying it now.
Is this some play or routine you workshopped in L.
A.
this summer? Can't a guy tell a girl she looks great without some manipulation involved? Generally, no.
Okay.
Good point.
But this is you and me.
General rules do not apply to you and me.
Never have.
- Can I ask you a question? - Okay.
We didn't talk this summer.
At all.
Why is that? An easy answer would be that I was really, really busy and there just wasn't any time.
Which is true, but that's not really it.
I thought about you all the time.
And about what you said about how everything would work itself out between us.
And it just made me feel so good about us that I just, well, I guess I didn't want to ruin that feeling.
- Does that make any sense? - It makes a lot of sense, actually.
- You know what this means.
- What? Dare I say we might be growing up? - Oh, God.
- What? - That sounds so boring.
- True.
Sad but true.
But I mean Case in point.
- You seem different.
- Different how? Just different.
A good different.
Like living your dream agrees with you.
I don't know that fetching lattes and having Todd's Porsche detailed - qualifies as living the dream.
- You know what I mean.
Yeah, I do.
- So, what about you? - What about me? Do anything special this summer, did you meet anyone special? No one worth mentioning.
And you? Finally.
- I know this song.
This is a great song.
- Yeah, it is.
- What? - It just reminds me of something.
The summer between seventh and eighth grade.
And Clueless.
- Was this on the soundtrack? - No.
At least, I don't think so.
We went to see it at the Rialto, remember? When we got out it was raining, your mom came to pick us up but the car was, like, way across the street so you grabbed my hand and we ran for it.
And it was probably only about 10 seconds or so but when we got in the car, all I could think about was the fact that you had held my hand.
What does it have to do with the song? It was playing on the radio in your mom's car.
- What are you doing? - I was gonna ask you to dance.
- Are you crazy? - Yeah, but the offer still stands.
- Thank you for walking me home.
- No thanks necessary.
It's what I do.
- All right, I should probably go.
- You don't have to, you know.
- I don't? - Audrey's with Pacey tonight.
- Cool.
- Take her bed if you want.
I could get a cab back to the hotel.
Of course not.
I don't want you walking around out there this late.
- Thanks.
- No thanks necessary.
It's what I do.
- Joey, are you awake? - Yeah.
I'm sorry.
I fell asleep.
Get some sleep.
We can talk in the morning.
- What time is it? - Five of 12.
- Damn.
- What's wrong? - What are you doing? - Cheating.
I can't wait anymore.
Happy birthday, Jo.
- You're the only one who remembered.
- I'm good like that.
- Thank you, Dawson.
- It's cheesy.
I know.
No, it's not cheesy at all.
It's perfect.
Know what you were saying before, that living my dream agrees with me? I've been thinking about that, and I want you to know that I probably would not be living any dream at all if it weren't for you.
I mean, more and more I find myself in these incredibly surreal situations and every time I always, kind of, in the back of my head just think: "What would Joey think if she could see me right now?" I guess everyone has someone who challenges them and makes them shoot for something just beyond their reach.
You're that person for me.
So, yeah, maybe we didn't talk this summer.
Maybe we'll find ourselves talking less as time goes on and life gets more and more in the way but I gotta say, Jo, I don't feel it.
Because you're with me everywhere I go.
Happy birthday.
Thank you.
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