Dawson's Creek s06e02 Episode Script

Hey.
- You're up.
- Yeah.
- You went out.
- Yeah.
Could you? Sure.
Thanks.
- So I got you a- - Did you get me a latte? Roses.
All over Worthington.
Kind of hokey, don't you think? Yeah, that's exactly what I think.
It's a $500 fine to pick one of these.
Worth every penny.
So we should probably stop and think about this.
You know, about what it means.
I mean, about how this will change things.
Maybe later.
Yes.
Hello.
- I was wondering if you could bring- - No, no, no.
- No room service for you this morning.
- What? We can afford it.
- We? - Okay.
My dad can afford it.
What do you say? Champagne? Bloody marys? I say that we're not on the set of Dynasty.
And you have class in an hour.
Now, which tie? I don't know.
They're both hideous.
You'll have time for fashion critiques once I get the job.
But I don't wanna be late for the interview, okay? I'm sure that it is just a technicality.
Trust me.
When my dad pulls strings, they stay pulled.
How do you think I got into Worthington? Are they supposed to be this tight? You have actually worn a tie before, haven't you, Pacey? - Of course I have.
Once.
- Once? Yes, once.
Okay, wish me luck.
I'm out the door.
Luck.
Yes, hello.
Is this room service? Oh, my gosh.
You know my name.
How cool.
Yeah, I'm feeling a little continental this morning.
Okay, so we share the art history.
All this Kafka is mine, and they gave us a math book by mistake.
I'll take that, thank you very much.
Wait a second, math? Don't tell me you actually took my advice.
Stranger things have happened.
And this has nothing to do with the fact that a certain someone teaches math? Are you implying there's anything wrong with taking an interest in someone's life's work? I think it's a slippery slope.
I mean, one minute you're taking an interest, and the next you're sublimating your own thoughts and desires, and for what? For a chance to participate in the great patriarchal heterosexist fraud that is better known as monogamy? Is that how you wanna spend your golden years? Folding some man's laundry and pretending to share an interest? I mean, haven't we come further as a sex-? What? - Hi.
- Hi.
I'm sorry, are we bothering you? Because if it's not too much trouble, you could get your own conversation.
No.
Sorry.
I've been sitting trying to figure out where I met you before and suddenly I realized I've never met you before.
Great.
Well, I'm really glad that we got that figured out.
I've heard you on the radio.
She was on the radio.
Well, you were.
She was very good too.
Okay, you got me.
I'm busted.
I was on the radio.
But I'm not anymore, so Thank you very much for listening and bye-bye.
So did you get fired, or what? What is this, an interview? I'm just curious.
Well, let's just say that I had some artistic differences with the new management.
Fine.
Then we'll just say that.
Fine.
Excuse me, young man.
Would you care to join us? It's 8:35 on Saturday morning.
The phone rings.
Who is it? Cable company, phone company, debt consolidators.
Why do they keep calling back? Because it works.
Now if you don't think you can do that, if you don't think you can commit to becoming the lowest form of life, the kind that lives by his wits the kind that doesn't take " no" for an answer, then I suggest you leave.
No.
You know what? In fact, I insist you leave.
Right now.
All right, then.
To clarify: the hours are long, the pay is crap.
When you're not working, you will be studying for your stockbroker exam.
There are no second chances.
If you do not pass this test on your first try you will be let go from the program and replaced by one of a zillion other guys who would kill to have this job.
Questions? Well, given how completely and historically screwed the market is right now, why would any sane person want this job? Same reason people play the lottery.
You mean money? No.
Not that there's anything wrong with money.
I mean hope.
That tiny surge of adrenaline that courses through your veins right before you check the winning numbers.
That's what we're selling here.
That's what every stockbroker sells.
And you all wouldn't be here if you didn't want some of it.
Those of you who want it bad enough, I'll see you Monday.
Otherwise, disperse.
I actually do have one more question.
Shoot.
Who the hell are you? - Rich Rinaldi.
- Pacey Witter.
And, Mr.
Rinaldi, I don't need till Monday morning.
I'm in, right now.
Look forward to working with you, Pacey.
Okay.
And you might wanna rethink that suit.
Seems a little gay.
Hi.
Hi.
You look beautiful.
Thank you.
- Do you have to work today? - Yeah.
Yeah.
But I was thinking we could get together later on.
- Great.
- Like around 5? - Sure.
- Okay.
- I'll call you.
- Great.
Not like, " I'll call you," like the bad cliché.
Like I say I'll call you and never do.
Not like the standard blowoff you get from the frat guy trying to make a graceful exit from an embarrassing hookup? Yes.
I mean, no.
Not like that.
Not embarrassing? None of that.
No.
So I guess we're in agreement that since last night words have lost all meaning.
Because I spent 15 minutes in that bathroom trying to think of something to say to you.
And, well, all I could come up with was " hi.
" I liked it.
It was heartfelt and sincere.
- It was idiotic.
- I can top that.
The note that I left on your pillow this morning? Four drafts.
I spent an hour trying to come up with something meaningful to say to you.
Something that would encapsulate how I felt about us, about sex about the most incredible night of my life.
Know what I came up with? "Went out for breakfast.
" Four of the dumbest words, and not one of them says what I meant to say.
I have to get that.
- Hello.
- Leery, I'm waiting.
Why am I waiting? Because you're not bloody here.
- Sorry.
I was- - You're gonna get your ass here.
That's what you're gonna do.
Go.
Call me later.
Okay.
And then we can talk.
We can finish what we were- Right, but I have one important thing to ask you right now.
What? What happened to the other three drafts? I tossed them in the dumpster.
I see.
When you went out to get coffee? Yeah.
I thought that was a little suspicious.
It was, actually, and now that you mention it- - Todd calling.
- How could you tell? I'm assuming "Satan" could only be one person other than Beelzebub himself.
- Hello.
- I need a triple espresso and some sort of pastry-type situation.
- Preferably Italian.
- I'm on my way.
Go.
Get out of here.
I'm afraid to see what happens if the devil calls three times in one hour.
Before I leave, I just wanna make certain- Dawson.
Shut up.
Bye.
Would you murder someone in this alley? You, for wanting to change a location No speech on how you're too good to get my coffee? - No 20-minute tirade on how it's cold? - I must be mellowing.
Or I've been bringing you decaf all summer.
Which would explain the lack of yelling at you this morning - when you failed to show up.
- That was a lack of yelling? You weren't in your room, either.
No.
I spent the night at a friend's.
A friend's? Had I known you had any friends I wouldn't have wasted production dollars on lodging you.
Well? - Details? - Not a chance.
Every good thing that's happened in my life I've talked out of existence.
- I'm not gonna do that this time.
- Suit yourself.
- What am I doing today? - Find out when you get there.
Fair enough.
- Excuse me.
- Yeah.
You don't remember me, but- No, yeah.
Sure.
Nice to see you again.
Excuse me.
Sorry, I don't have time to chitchat.
I'm not attempting to forge some kind of social connection.
- Good, because- - You can apologize and we'll move on.
- Apologize? - Yeah.
It's simple.
You read the book, you come to class.
Preferably in that order.
- You finished? - Yes.
Good.
You bumped into me now in your dash to read the lunch specials? Well, I'm sorry.
Thank you.
Didn't realize you were so delicate.
Hey.
You came back.
- Joey, right? From last night? - Yeah.
You decided the glamour and prestige of waitressing was for you after all.
Well, let's just say I'm currently realigning my life priorities.
Getting your bum grabbed by a bunch of sadistic drunks is in your top five? No, but I'm trusting my instincts for a change.
So is the job still available? I'll put a word in with the manager.
In the meantime, fill this out.
- Thank you.
- No problem.
He doesn't eat here often, does he? Him? Not particularly, no.
But he does work here.
He's the bartender.
So no classes today either? No, I had to shop.
You know, for the thing tonight.
- Oh, honey, don't put the- - Something smells good.
- Here.
Bon appétit.
- Oh, yeah.
Thanks.
That's okay.
So, what's the verdict, man? I saw five apartments this morning, leading me to the conclusion that everything in our price range is disgusting and roach-infested.
Except for this place I looked at yesterday.
Yeah, but is it clean? It's immaculate.
Jack, I'm scandalized.
Is that an obviously gay trait that you just revealed to us? I'm clean.
Try living with someone's grandmother for a few years.
The solution here is obvious.
We gotta go back.
We gotta try again.
We have to convince this woman why it is she wants to live with us.
If she doesn't wanna live with guys, she doesn't wanna live with guys.
Who can blame her? Who wants to deal with shaving hairs in the sink when you're trying to brush your teeth? As much as I love you, you're missing the point.
He is a neat guy.
- That's one way of putting it.
- And you are a slob.
Admit it, you're not just a guy, you're a guy's guy.
Okay, granted, yesterday I may have been a guy's guy.
Today, I am a guy with a job.
- You got it? - Yeah.
Yeah.
Congrats, dude.
Not so much a job as an opportunity to become the lowest form of life.
Which I'll explain later, because right now we have an apartment to get.
We? Yes, we.
Swallow.
Hello? Hi, I was I was wondering if I could come look at the apartment today.
No, I think it's nice.
Yeah, that's what everybody says.
"Oh, you live with your grandma.
That's so sweet.
" How do they know I don't beat her and leave her tied to the radiator all winter? - Is this a cry for help? - Do I look like I need help? No.
Actually, you look like someone who'd probably be good at giving it.
Oh, God.
What? No.
It's not your fault.
This is my fault.
This has happened to me before.
This religion thing is not really- God! No.
Not God.
Not God.
I'm gonna go.
Wait, look.
You're right.
I do want something from you.
Several things, actually.
But, first, I want you to sit back down.
- Okay, I'll perch.
- Fine.
- I'm not fully committing to the sitting.
- Understood.
I could leave at any moment if you continue to not say anything.
Sorry, this is kind of a difficult thing to phrase properly.
No matter how I say it, I'm gonna sound like a total dork, so Have you ever heard of The Stand? Bye-bye.
Wait a second.
Wait a second.
It's not a religion.
It's a peer counselling program.
You're saying I need counselling? No.
I'm saying I think you could give counselling.
Oh, you mean help people? All I'm asking is that you come to an information session tonight.
It starts at 7.
- And you'll be there? - Yeah, I'll be there.
I think I made a huge mistake.
Excuse me? A wrong turn or something.
This can't be the place I'm supposed to meet you.
There's no "here" here.
Wrong again.
What is this place? Where we're shooting the movie.
Most of it.
- Did I say it takes place in the '7 Os? - No.
A bunch of teenagers obsessed with the Boston Strangler spend the weekend at this old house in Cape Cod scaring the crap out of each other, of course.
- Sounds familiar.
- Yeah.
I'm proud of the set.
Todd let me have a lot of input into the design.
- Why is that? - Because I'm a valued assistant.
I suspected as much.
And he doesn't trust his production designer.
A notoriously shifty race of people.
And he has no idea what a typical American house should look like.
A typical American house? Come on.
Dawson, this is incredible.
All that stuff about "you can't go home again"? - You can.
- Through the magic of movies.
Isn't your mom gonna freak when she sees your house in a horror movie? It won't be good for property values, but you gotta admit, it's kind of cool.
It's more than cool.
Dawson, this is spectacular.
It's like it's your movie.
Except it's not.
I'm just the director's assistant.
You have to admit you've come a long way since Sea Creatures From the Deep.
I mean it's like it's the real thing.
As real as something can be that's entirely an illusion.
Entirely? See for yourself.
We kind of ran out of money.
Leery, you sick bastard.
How many times have I told you- Hello, hello, hello.
Leery's got a bird.
Todd, Joey.
Joey, Todd.
- Hey.
- Hi.
Joey goes to Worthington.
- What's that, like, a college? - Yeah.
Never heard of it.
So, what do you think of our set? It's amazing.
It will be.
You still got that list of all the things wrong with it? I already got the art department started on the corrections.
Excellent.
We're coming back and filming in two weeks, you know.
That's what I heard.
So you'll come back and visit us then, then? I hope so.
Okay.
Bye.
You've giving me the bum's rush out of here, isn't you? Is that so you can take the night off with that bird? Something like that.
What time do we go to the airport tomorrow? Eight o'clock.
Wake-up call, 7:30.
Second wake-up call, 7:45.
Right.
So I'll see you then.
Go get them, tiger.
- Nice place.
- Yeah.
Yeah, this is definitely the one.
So we're all clear on what we need to do here, right? It might actually be a little too nice.
- Audrey.
- Yes, clear.
Audrey Liddell, character witness for the defence.
Whatever.
Hello? Hi.
I'm here about the apartment.
I remember you.
For yourself? In a way, yes.
In a way that involves you living here and me never having to see either of these wastrels again for the rest of my natural-born life? Not exactly, no.
I'm afraid there's been some sort of mistake.
Hold on a second.
You're not gonna let the woman speak her mind? The fact that she's with you raises doubts as to whether she has one.
I just want a second chance because I obviously did not make the best first impression.
But I'm positive, if you did give me a second chance I could sell you on the benefits of living with two- Yeah, hi? We thought it over and we'll take it.
Sorry.
It's too late.
Nice tie, by the way.
So as I was saying, most of what we do around here is simply information and referrals.
And 99 times out of 100 just reminding someone to take a deep breath and to keep on breathing is enough.
Tomorrow will be another day.
For you too.
Which brings me to our number one rule around here: Never be afraid to ask for a hug at the end of a tough day.
Hey, Jen.
- Hi.
You made it.
- Yep.
Made it.
Well, let's go.
We're late.
You know, I'm sorry.
I can't go back in there.
Back in there? Yeah, I was already in there.
I saw the posters, the It's just that it's not for me.
The hugging and the "one day at a time.
" I see.
So you're one of those people who've found some other way to live.
One that doesn't involve one day at a time.
I don't wanna knock your system.
I'm sure it's a good system, but- It's not cool enough for you.
That's fine.
No, I didn't say that.
I mean, honestly, I think it's really nice that you have something that you believe in like that.
- You say that like it's a bad thing.
- No, it's just I'm not much of a joiner.
It was really nice to meet you.
And good luck, and bye.
So then, why did you come? That's not obvious? For argument's sake, let's say it's not.
I made myself this promise over the summer.
What was that? That no matter what, I would really do things differently this year try to make new friends.
And I can't do that by pretending to be somebody that I'm not, because those friends that I make would think I'm something that I'm not.
And what aren't you? Well, for starters, I'm not as great as a person as you think I am.
Well, that's too bad.
It was nice to meet you.
No matter what happens this year, I hope you do one thing.
What's that? Change your mind about yourself.
You're gonna have to take my word for this but lesbians are notorious for committing too soon.
They're gonna be splitsville, and throwing appliances at each other.
How do you know I'm not gonna be throwing my appliances at you? And, for that matter, how do you know I'm not a lesbian? - That's a good point.
- And you make your living selling.
It's just, I When you think about this, you're going to realize the benefits to living with us far outweigh the disadvantages.
Think.
How is it that schlubs like us can afford to live in a place like this? Because the neighbourhood is not great.
Right? So give me that one.
Living with guys, it's like having free security.
Secondly, I'm a fantastic cook.
I'll cook you anything, anytime, anywhere.
But the pièce de résistance, and we discussed this last night I am a thoroughly monogamous, domesticated, American male with a girlfriend.
A steady girlfriend.
Yeah, it's true, you know, about the cooking.
Although, we'll probably be breaking up soon, and then God knows what string of ho's he'll have running through here.
And he's really noisy too, especially when he's having- - Honey? - Darling.
- Sweetheart? - Yes.
- Sidebar.
- Sure.
Excuse me.
- Well, it's a pretty cool place.
- Yeah.
But she told you about the mice problem, right? Oh, God.
I thought you were gonna be helping on this.
I didn't like the situation last night, and now I see you bantering with that girl, I like it even less.
That girl? - That girl hates me.
- I know.
She hates you too much.
I don't trust it.
- No problem.
- Thank you very much.
Let's go.
Hey, hey! No.
Hello.
Wait! Please stop.
Where are you going? Hello? Hi! Wait! What did you say? My love for this apartment knows no ethical boundaries.
I'm sorry that took so long.
No problem.
So I was thinking - Always a dangerous proposition.
- Yeah.
I'm thinking I wanna take you out tonight.
For your birthday, officially.
If you don't have other plans.
Well, considering no one else even remembered my birthday I can't imagine any other plans I would have.
But, Dawson, I'd kind of like to change first.
I thought maybe we could have a drink before dinner.
Kind of hokey, don't you think? Yeah, that's exactly what I think.
- You put a little thought into this.
- Just a little.
There must be, like, $100 worth of stuff in here.
More like $200.
" Dear Todd, thanks for choosing us.
We look forward to processing your dailies"? Champagne? Dawson, isn't Satan gonna notice if this is gone? You know how many gift baskets a director gets before a production? - How many? - A lot.
A toast.
To Joey Potter.
On her 19th birthday, a day that will live in infamy.
A great day.
And one that hasn't ended yet.
It's late, isn't it? - Guess we sort of lost track of time.
- Yeah, in a good way.
- Meaning? - Time's the enemy, right? Our enemy? You're not planning on turning into a pumpkin at midnight? No, but I am leaving tomorrow.
And then what? And then I come back.
Back to what, exactly? To us.
- Do you hear something? - Nope.
- You should answer that, you know.
- Why? Because you love your job.
Not him.
- You're lying.
- No, I'm not.
- Dawson, yes, you are.
- I'm not.
Hey, Joey.
Give me- Yep.
- Who's the girl? - Joey- No, who's the girl calling your cell phone? That's not fair.
- No, tell me.
Who is it? - Nobody.
Nobody.
That's interesting because she- She's a friend.
She's a friend from L.
A.
First she's nobody, now a friend.
Which is it? She's just a girl.
She's a girl I've been kind of seeing.
Hi! Are you guys gonna stand out here all night? Because we're trying- Not very successfully, mind you.
- to throw you a surprise party.
- Hey, surprise! - Happy birthday! You hate it, don't you? No.
Lucky me.
Do you love it? I got it at Fred Segal, so you can't return it.
Not that you would, because it's totally stunning and everything.
I love it, Audrey.
It's great.
It's just what I wanted.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
Joey, is something wrong? Oh, no.
God, no, I Excuse me for a second.
You have a girlfriend? I slept with you last night, and you have a girlfriend? This is a very unhappy birthday.
I said I'd been seeing someone.
"Seeing someone"? What the hell does that mean? I don't know.
The point is I broke up with her when something happened between us.
- How, in your mind? - First thing this morning.
- Where you think I went when I left? - For breakfast.
I didn't know you got up early to break up with someone else.
- Well, you rather I didn't? - No.
I'd rather you weren't involved with someone when we finally sleep together.
I'm sorry if this ruins the fantasy, but this girl means nothing to me- - You should've told me! - When? Where? - Before! - Joey, stop! Why? Why stop now? Everyone who thinks Dawson should've told me he had a girlfriend before he slept with me, raise your hand.
You're blowing this out of proportion.
Maybe you guys should just take a breather, let cooler heads prevail.
Or we could just leave.
- That's a great idea.
- Let's go.
- No, I can't.
- Honey, now's not the time.
I'm sorry.
I know Dawson's our friend too but I personally cannot leave until Joey says it's okay.
- It's fine, Audrey.
- Okay, good.
Happy birthday, Jo.
- They'll rip each other's heads off.
- Let's just go.
We didn't talk this summer which was your choice as much as mine.
- So I asked you to lie to me? - Joey we both know if either of us had stopped and thought for even a second last night, then what we did never would've happened.
And I, for one, am not sorry that it did.
If you are, that's a completely separate argument.
- That's actually a much bigger deal- - Dawson, you have a girlfriend.
- How is that not a big deal? - Had a girlfriend, Joey.
I'm willing to admit that the timing on this is far from perfect.
But I'm sick of waiting for this " perfect timing" that's never gonna happen.
Oh, you're right.
You know it's better to just get it over with and move on.
"'Slept with Joey.
' Just cross that off my list of things to do.
" You know that's not how I think.
How do I know? I haven't talked to you all summer.
Apparently, you've changed so much- You think I'd wanna sleep with you and not want it to mean more? You think I waited for us to have one night together - then go our separate ways? - I'm sorry you got sick of waiting.
I'm sorry that I wanted our first time to mean something more than- It does mean more, Joey.
I mean, it means everything to me.
- I don't know what it means to you.
- You're saying I wanted this? No.
That would involve you knowing what you want which we know is not likely to happen anytime this decade.
Oh, great, you know.
Use something I said when I was a child.
You're still a child, Joey.
You're still the same scared little girl who- Who what? Who what, Dawson? Who broke your heart? God.
Is the statute of limitations ever gonna end on that one? Ever? I'm sorry I don't have the same dreams I had when I was 15 years old.
And I'm sorry that I moved on faster than you did, but you know what? Maybe not everything that happens to you is my fault.
And maybe just because I want more from my life than- More than what? More than us? You don't know, do you? You've never known.
Since I've known you, all you've wanted to do is escape.
From me, from Capeside.
You say that I'm the dreamer.
I'm the one who doesn't wanna live in the real world.
Well, I'm doing it, Joey.
Right now.
I'm living in the real world.
It's you who wants the fantasy.
- I want the fantasy? - Yes.
Who lit the candles? Who bought the champagne? Who dumped who four years ago? Joey, I know what I want.
I've always known what I want.
Before we destroy whatever chance we might have at a relationship I'm asking you, please, stop and think about this.
Is this really what you want? Is this really the way that you want things to end between us? They do this all the time, right? No big whoop.
I mean, it's normal to fight.
It's healthy.
" Healthy" isn't the word I'd use to describe their relationship.
I'm all for Will-they and Won't-they finally getting their shot but for people to be that dependent on each other for happiness is- Incredibly romantic? Or perhaps structurally unsound? Yeah, I'll second that.
Wait.
All of a sudden you're coming out as some sort of nonbeliever? Hey, let's not forget who broke them up the first time around.
Jen? Don't look at me.
I'm too messed up in this thing to have an opinion.
I am just the roadkill on the Dawson-and-Joey highway.
Okay.
Four incredibly expensive soft drinks.
- Thanks.
- Thank you.
Can I get you lot anything else? Didn't think so.
Emma, hold on a sec.
Yes? Listen, I just wanted to apologize for this afternoon- You can have it.
- Excuse me? - The flat.
You can have it.
I just didn't want to give your little friend there the satisfaction.
But he was right about the security.
The neighbours got broken into twice last year.
So, if you like, you can move in at the weekend.
You will not regret this.
Oh, yes, I will.
Thank you.
So, what did she say? We're moving in this weekend.
Seriously? Yes! Okay, I suppose a toast is in order.
Though why I should be toasting to you leaving me alone is beyond me.
And I don't think I should celebrate something that could be the death knell of my relationship.
We're in a bit of a bind then, because we need a toast.
Well, to friendship, then.
- To friendship.
- To friendship.
To friendship.
What time's your flight? Ten.
You should probably allow extra time.
I will.
Why are you doing this, Joey? We're doing this, Dawson.
It's what we do.
It's what we always do.
Last night was real.
Today was real.
It's you, not me who doesn't want the realities of an adult relationship.
You're right.
That's it? I'm right? I want the fantasy.
I want more than anything for us to be together.
But not like this.
Not screaming at the top of our lungs about things that happened years ago.
But if we can't argue like this and get past it, then Maybe there's nothing here worth saving.
Maybe last night was just Just what? Just two old friends making a huge mistake.
If that's the way you feel, then I should go.
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