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Transcript Page 1*Dawson's room. Dawson and Joey are watching a movie and a guy and a girl are making out on a beach. Dawson pauses it.*Dawson: This is a Jen moment. This is my future we're watching. Me & Jen. Jen and I. Joey: Mm, a black and white feature. How retro. Dawson: My first kiss with Jen is going to be just like that. Joey: Whoa. Wait a minute. We're back to that? You mean, you haven't even kissed that girl? Dawson: It's not about the kiss Joey. It's about the journey, creating a sustaining magic. Joey: Does Jen fall for this warped movie logic? Dawson: It's not warped. It's romance. Joey: It's old, Dawson. Just kiss her, will you? Take the elevator to the next floor and get off, it's time. Dawson: It's not that simple Joey. It's about creating the perfect moment. And it has to be planned with the right music and dialogue. Joey: You can't storyboard a kiss. Dawson: Sure, you can. Joey: It's not reality, Dawson. These movies that you're watching are false images that don't exist outside the city limits of Hollywood. Dawson: Not true. They're images grounded in the reality of imagination. Joey: Did you just pull that one out of your butt, or what? Dawson: Everybody thinks that movies are fantasy, but they don't have to be. From here to eternity. You can have that. You just have to create it. That moment on the beach could be yours. You could be Debrah Carr. Joey: Mm, sand in my crotch, heaven. Dawson: You know, it's attitudes like yours that prevent storyboard romances from happening. You're way too cynical. Joey: Right *rolls her eyes*. Dawson: And far too jaded for this conversation. Joey: I'm sorry Dawson, but romance doesn't come with a John Williams score. Dawson: It's called a stereo. Joey: And it doesn't come with a sunset or starlit summer night either. And I'm personally offended that this movie mentality where we're supposed to believe that Brad Pitt and Sandra Bullock are going to magically drop down from the sky and sweep us off our feet. Dawson: I didn't know you had a thing for Brad Pitt. Joey: I don't. It was an analogy. Dawson: *teasingly* Sandra Bullock? Joey: Dawson! These movies aren't real. They're not kissing with their tongues. It's Take 22, the girl's bored, the guy's gay. It's celluloid propaganda. Dawson: Joey, Joey, Joey. You bitter, cyncial, jaded...thing. Joey: You used to be bitter and cynical too. You were far more interesting. Dawson: But now I choose magic. Joey: You know this Peter Pan fantasy filmland you're living in? It will be your downfall. Dawson: One day you'll understand Joey. You'll know what it's like to long for someone, to desire to want to kiss them, and then you're going to come to me and say, "Dawson, you were right." See Joey. All you have to do is believe. *Joey starts to climb out the window and stops halfway through.* Joey: Clap hard, Dawson. You may be Tinkerbell's last hope. *Dawson's Creek theme song* *Capeside High - film class. Dawson is sitting with his notebook at the back of the class.* Mr. Gold: Alright, kids, so let's hear some ideas. Kid in the back: What about a big production number at the victory dance? Right at the end of the second half. Nellie: Will someone please tell Tommy Tune back there, that the discussion is limited to non-assinine ideas? Mr. Gold: Let's try to keep this story meeting a little more upbeat, and politically correct, Nellie. Another kid in the back: I got it! The coach has a heart attack and drops, right before the game. Cliff: It's the coach. Nobody cares. It has to be something bigger. Yet another kid: We start shooting tonight, shouldn't the script be locked? *Dawson acts like somebody actually has brought up a good point.* Cliff: Yes, but we need to solve the ending. There's something missing at the top of the act. Another kid: What if we give the split end some kind of a problem? Like drugs, drinking, his girlfriend got knocked up. Nellie: Kill someone. An unexpected death always works. *Dawson can't control keeping quiet anymore.* Dawson: Guys, guys, you need to create some dramatic tension. There's a formula to it, that's all. Anybody ever see Rocky or the Karate Kid? This film needs to be about the underdog, not the golden boy. He needs to overcome some internal conflict within himself. And we, the audience, need to know why this game is so important to him. What's he going to prove to himself if he wins it? We need to care about him. *Some people start laughing* Nellie: Pathetic. Mr. Gold, as producer, I am going to have to insist that you shut him up. *Bell rings. Cut to: Pacey going into a classroom and shutting the door. It's Tamara Jacobs' classroom.* Pacey: I noticed you didn't hand me back my test. Does that mean you need to see me after class? Tamara: It means you racked up another prime number on a quiz. Pacey: Prime as in quality steak is prime? Tamara: Prime as in 23 is prime. Do you know anything about Ethan Frome? Pacey: I know that he has a farm. *starts singing* and on that farm he has a... Tamara: Pacey. This is serious. I heard the other teachers talking about your work, or lack thereof. This is across the board. You're failing. Pacey: Do you know how difficult it is to fail? This has taken a considerable amount of work and energy. Tamara: This is deliberate? Pacey: Of course. This is a pre-meditated death threat (?). See it was my hope that a certain teacher was going to bail me out with some private tutorial encounters. Tamara: It's not a question of your intelligence, Pacey. Pacey: See, my problem is, I have a focus issue. I need a slave driver. Somebody with a whip, maybe? Tamara: Pacey, we can't interact like this. Pacey: Oh no, of course not. This is a deadly wrong taboo. However, you can tutor me. That is completely acceptable within our student, teacher, relationship. Tamara: I have a teacher's meeting after class. But I'll be working late. Meet me here later. About 6ish. Pacey: Yeah.. *Pacey is very happy about this. He walks out the door.* *CUT TO: S.S. Icehouse* Bessie: It feels like this baby is tangled in my rib cage. Joey: God, you're huge. Why didn't you stay home? Bodie: Never tell a pregnant woman she's fat. Joey: Sorry. You're not fat, Bessie, you're just monumentally gargantuous (sp?). Bodie: Your sister reminds me of a beached whale. Joey: Bodie... Bessie: You're joking, right? That was a joke. *CUT TO the table where Pacey and Dawson are sitting.* Dawson: This is my big break. Gold's going to let me in the class officially, providing I prove myself. Pacey: How? Dawson: I'm on the crew for Helmets of Glory. I'm a PA for Nellie. It's a test. Pacey: Yeah, pure humiliation. Dawson: See, that's the point. It's the winning attitude. *Joey approaches the table.* Pacey: Our serving wench is here. *Joey sits down.* Dawson: Of course this completely ruins my romantic plans with Jen this evening... Joey: Would you forget Wonderbra for a moment? Don't you have to work on your own movie? What's up with that? Dawson: Originally, I was going to do both. That was the plan. Bridge fantasy with reality and prove that yes, romance can be created. Joey: Get off of that. Pacey: What are you talking about, man? Dawson: End of the movie, right? The monster is dead. Beauty killed the beast. Penelope, our heroine, says her final goodbyes to the beast. I was thinking of shooting it up at the ruins. Joey: Ah, that's trespassing, don't get caught. Dawson: It's the perfect monstrous haven. Lush and romantic. Pacey: And the perfect place to seduce the young and beautiful actress playing Penelope. You dog, you are sly. Dawson: You make it sound so cheap. Joey: Do you want anything or did you come just to infect the place? Pacey: Uhhh. Dawson: I'm picking up a to go order. Ten fish and chips, five family fries, and a dozen shrimp burgers. Joey: (looking at Pacey) And what do you want? Pacey: Actually something a little sexy would be good, I gotta a maybe sorta date this evening. Joey: Hmm, who's the lucky farm animal tonight? Pacey: Ahh, What's that , what's that that makes a woman horny? Joey: Your polar opposite? Dawson: You mean oysters. Pacey: Right oysters, A dozen oysters, Joey, pack 'em up. *Joey notices Anderson.* Pacey: (cont.) And you could pack 'em up now Joey. Hellooo? Joey? Hello? Anybody home? Dawson: Who is that guy? Joey: Who's who? Pacey: Uh, the guy that was breaking your neck. Dawson: Who is he? Do you know him? Joey: I've never seen him before. He's probably some rich kid who just stepped off his mommy and daddy's yacht or something. Pacey: Could it be? Joey is finally noticing the opposite sex! Joey: Shut up. Pacey: *shouts* EXCUSE ME YOUNG MAN. THIS WOMAN HERE THINKS YOU'RE VERY ATTRACTIVE. *Joey reaches over and covers his mouth.* Joey: You buttplug. Pacey: Forget it, Joey. Guys off yachts don't go for waitresses. Joey: I'm going to kill you. One night in your sleep, a slit throat maybe, or a screwdriver to your temple. Be ready. *CUT TO: Filming for Helmets of Glory.* *Jen walks up on Dawson while he's messing with the helmets.* Jen: Hey Dawson. Dawson: Hey. What are you doing in here? Jen: Oh, just living a fantasy. Dawson: No, seriously. Jen: Cliff gave me a part. Dawson: No part where there's a couch (?) involved, right? Jen: No. Cliff's a very nice guy. And I've got 2 lines. "Way to go!" and "Those *missed the word* sure do look big." Dawson: But Jen you're supposed to be in my movie not this homage to head gear. *Cliff walks over.* Cliff: Hey! Glad you made it. Jen: Hi. Cliff: Just in time, we were just about to start. Nellie: Rehearsal's up. *Cliff takes a helmet from Dawson.* Cliff: Thanks David. Jen: It's Dawson. *CUT TO classroom. Tamara and Pacey.* Tamara: Has Ethan made it to the County Fair yet? Pacey: Uh...yeah...yes he has...yes he has... Tamara: Amazing. There was no County Fair when I read it. *Pacey puts the book down.* Pacey: What were you in high school? Tamara: What do you mean? Pacey: A jock, a brain, a cheerleader... Tamara: Why? Pacey: Just curious. Tamara: Well, I was captain of the dance team and class treasurer. And I studied...a lot. Pacey: Boyfriend? Tamara: Yes. Pacey: A jock? Tamara: Centerfielder why are you asking? Pacey: Would you have dated me? Tamara: Pacey.We're in school, we are not alone, there are people in this building. Pacey: If you and I had gone to school together and we were the same age, would you have dated me? Tamara: Probably not. But that was a long time ago. I've learned a lot. I'm smarter now. Well, I was until a few weeks ago. *Tamara hands Pacey a paper.* Pacey: What's this? Tamara: Summary questions for the first 2 chapters. I tell you what. You answer all of them and maybe I'll give you some positive reinforcement. Pacey: Yeah? Tamara: Yeah. *CUT TO: Joey walking outside of the S.S. Icehouse towards a yacht in which Anderson is playing the violin.* Anderson: No applause. Just send money. Wait. Don't go. You know, you were spying on me. Joey: It's a public dock. Anderson: No, it's okay. My name's Anderson. Anderson Crawford. Joey: Congratulations. Anderson: So do you come with a name, or just an attitude? Joey: Just an attitude. Anderson: And people find this charming? Joey: I haven't asked. *Anderson climbs off the yacht and walks towards Joey.* Anderson: So, what brings you to Capeside? *Joey shrugs.* Anderson: Tough question. Yeah, I know, I know, you'll get back to me on that. Joey: Well, what brings you to Capeside? Anderson: My parents. They're going to antique towns in a search for some chair. Apparently, Paul Revere once bought it. Joey: Well, that explains your parents, but what about you? Anderson: I'm the crew. I used to go to boarding school. You can only take that all male environment for so long. Tell me something about you. Joey: Well, I'm a Pisces, I'm into body piercings, and men with tattoos. Anderson: Are you here with your parents? Are you guys on a boat? Joey: Actually, we brought the chauffeur. Mother hates to sail. She doesn't like the sun. She burns easy. Anderson: What about you? Joey: I wear lotion. Anderson: No, I mean, do you like to sail? Joey: Why do you ask? Anderson: I'm taking a survey. Because I want you to come sailing with me, tomorrow. Joey: I can't. Anderson: Come on. I'll show you my tattoo. Joey: Gap ad has a tattoo? Anderson: If you come sailing you'll find out. Joey: Okay, maybe. Anderson: I can live with maybe. As long as you tell me your name. Joey: Debrah Car....son. Debrah Carson. *CUT TO: Pacey and Tamara in a classroom.* *Pacey puts the book down on the desk.* Pacey: Done. Quiz me. Tamara: Okay. Let's start easy. What was the name of Ethan's wife? Pacey: Who is Zena? Tamara: Correct. Pacey: So what do I win? Tamara: Wait. There's more. What was the name of the town in which they lived in? Pacey: What is Starfield? Tamara: Very good. Pacey: Fine. I'm ready. Tamara: One more. Why do you think Ethan had such a strong sense of duty? Pacey: Uh... Tamara: You must cite some examples from your text when constructing your response. *CUT TO: Film shooting for Helmets of Glory.* *On tv* Cliff: That's why we've got to give it 110%. *Dawson comments.* Dawson: 8 days a week. Cliff: Remember how hard we worked this summer? Now's when it pays off. Dawson: With communal showers. Cliff: Let's do it for the coach. Dawson: He likes to watch. Cliff: Let's go out there and show them what we're made of. Dawson: Insert cliche here. Cliff: Let's lay it on the line. Dawson: May I have another? Nellie: My, my, my. Does someone have to have a talk with Mr. Gold about someone's attitude? Dawson: Go for it, Nellie. Nellie: Oh I will, believe me. I will tell him exactly how you disrupted filming and delayed the entire production. Dawson: When did you start to hate me? I missed it. What did I ever do to you? Nellie: It's what you didn't do. You haven't earned your place here, Dawson. I worked all summer on this script and I don't appreciate you walking in here and trashing it. I don't hate you Dawson, but this is business, strictly professional. You need to show a little gratitude. Now you shape up, or you're going to be shipped out. Understand? Cliff: Let's go again. Alright everybody, back to 1.
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