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Transcript Page 1*Dawson's room - Dawson is watching a videotape of Jen when she first arrived from New York. He pauses it.*Dawson: Oh god, she's perfect. Joey: Perfect? Dawson, you disappoint me. Dawson: Those eyes, that hair... Joey: Well, I grant you that the girl has certain physical attributes but nothing so original or mysterious to want perfection. Dawson: Okay, easy. Joey: I mean, a face like that leaves nothing to the imagination. The well-maintained good looks of an upper-middle class New Yorker. There's no mystery there. I can see her entire future in that pose. Dawson: Really? Joey: Yeah. In three years her above average SAT scores will grant her admission into a small liberal arts college somewhere in New England where she'll major in...art history before returning to Manhattan to marry a bond trader she meets some Saturday afternoon at America's cup watching party. Within a year they move to suburban Connecticut, refurbish an old farm house, and raise three neurotically perfect children. Dawson: You've put quite a bit of thought into this. Joey: Not really. It's just so obvious. Dawson: Well, to be honest, I think I prefer to let Jen surprise me, okay? Joey: Suit yourself. I'm just trying to save you some time. Dawson: Can you hand me that B roll (?) over there? *Joey hands it to him.* Dawson: (cont.) By the way, I'm taking suggestions on what to get my parents for a suitable anniversary gift. I'm at a total loss. I mean, what do you get two people who have spent every day together for the past like 20 years? Joey: Offhand, I'd say separate vacations. *The video that was shot at the ruins of Pacey and Tamara is playing.* Joey: (cont.) Uh, Dawson? I know your cinematic influences are still evolving, but I never anticipated a Rustin Myer (?) phase. Dawson: I didn't shoot this. Joey: I think we found the perfect anniversary gift, Dawson. What is this? Dawson: I don't know, I swear, I didn't shoot it. I must have left the camera running when we ran out of the ruins. Joey: You know it's not without a certain quality. Dawson: Very watchable. Joey: Yeah. Dawson: It's funny, that woman looks familiar. Joey: I know what you mean. If you brushed her hair out of her eyes a little.... Dawson: And maybe sat her behind a big school desk... Joey: It could almost be... Joey and Dawson: Miss Jacobs! *Dawson's Creek theme* *S.S. Icehouse. Pacey, Joey, Dawson, and Jen are sitting and talking about the video.* Dawson: So there she is, on tape, doing it with some guy. Jen: Miss Jacobs? As in 5th period English Miss Jacobs? Dawson: The very same. Pacey: Wait a minute. You have a tape of Tamara? Joey: Oh, I'm sorry, Pacey. I know you thought she was saving herself for you but... Dawson: I was shooting some pickup at the ruins with Jen and we accidentily left the camera running when we ran out and the rest is pornographic history. *Dawson, Joey, and Jen start laughing.* Pacey: God, that's really strange. Um, you can't tell who that guy is or anything, can you? Dawson: Standard over the shoulder shot we can't see the guy's face. Joey: So if you're thinking of tracking him down just look for the guy with the brown hair and throbbing neck muscles. Pacey: Uh, Dawson I think, uh, I think I should get to take a look at that tape. Dawson: Sure, we'll arrange a private screening for you. Joey: Yeah, so you can flag the bishop in privacy. Pacey: You know that's really clever how you turn all the sexual repression into humor. Jen: You know what, you guys? I'm late, I should get going before Grams puts on the APB(?). Dawson: I'll walk with you. Later kids! Pacey: Dawson, don't forget man, I want to see that tape. Joey: Pervert. Pacey: Prude. *CUT TO Dawson and Jen walking towards her house.* Dawson: Pacey talks a lot like he's got all of this experience. It's a lot of bluster. Jen: You know, someone once said the more a person talks about it the worse they are at it. Dawson: Well, I hardly ever talk about it. Jen: I know, that's why I keep sticking around. *They lean in to kiss but Jen catches a glimpse of her Grams in the window so she pulls away.* Jen: You know what, Dawson? Uh, now may not be the best time for this. Dawson: I take it we're not alone. Jen: Practically a menage a trois. Just look at it this way, Dawson. Repressing desire can only make it more powerful. So the next time I see you, we are in for one titanic kiss. Dawson: If I can survive the wait. Jen: It's not waiting Dawson, it's anticipation. *She starts walking towards the house then comes back.* Jen: Screw it. *They kiss.* *CUT TO Kitchen in Jen's house.* Grams: Do you do these things to upset me Jennifer? Jen: It was only a kiss Grams. Grams: Only a kiss. I seem to remember a lot of trouble back in New York starting after only a kiss. Jen: You know, your definition of trouble is broader than anyone's I know. Grams: Then why don't you tell me why you think your parents sent you here? Jen: Why don't you remind me Grams? I haven't heard a resitation of my sense for what, like, 15 minutes? Grams: I don't do this to tortue you, Jennifer, I do it so you won't stray down the same path twice. Jen: You know what, Grams, I'm bored of this. Of the way we talk to each other, of these conversations that we have that go round and round in these incredibly pedestrian circles and we say the same things over and over again. So let's just end this right now. What you saw outside with me and Dawson, Grams, was only a kiss. Grams: Only a kiss... *CUT TO the Leery living room.* Mitch: How could you have never seen that before? Gail: I've never seen in before, I swear to God. Mitch: You're kidding. You mean, after 20 years of marriage... Gail: Not 20 yet, not until Monday. *Dawson comes in.* Mitch: Hey Dawson, I want you to hear this. Your mother just told me that she's never before seen this scar underneath my chin, can you believe that? Dawson: You mean the one that you got from that mo-ped accident like 10 years ago up in the cave? Mitch: Yes! Thank you, Dawson. Thank you very much. You see there, my son knows my face better than you do. Maybe you should start coming home early. See my face in the daylight for a change. *He leans down and kisses her. She pulls him back down for a more passionate kiss.* Dawson: Don't bother, I'll show myself out. *Dawson heads up the stairs towards his room to find Pacey digging through all of his tapes frantically searching for the tape of him and Tamara.* Dawson: Pacey. Pacey! What are you doin'? Pacey: The tape! Dawson: The tape? Miss Jacobs? Pacey: The tape! Yes the Miss Jacobs tape! Dawson: Stop! Dude, you're messing up my dailies! I told you I'd show you the tape, you couldn't wait? Pacey: No, I guess not. *Dawson walks towards the bookshelf and pulls out a hollow book with tapes inside.* Dawson: Dude, I knew you had it bad for her but calm down! It's no big deal. Here you go. You mad dog. Pacey: Dawson? Dawson: Yeah? Pacey: You know, maybe I haven't been entirely honest with you lately. I mean, not that I've lied to you or anything, just withheld some details. Dawson: Okay... Pacey: Well, I'm not cursed with self awareness like you are, Dawson, but I know enough to know how people see me. I mean, I'm not the guy who gets the girl. The guy who talks about getting the girl, but not the guy who gets her. Enough people say that stuff about you and you start to believe it yourself. Dawson: I'm not quite following you here Pacey. Pacey: I got the girl this time, Dawson. Dawson: What? Pacey: Yeah. Call it the law of averages, call it an act of God, call it whatever you want, but I got her. Dawson: Who? Pacey, who'd you get? Pacey: Oh man, you know what, Dawson, I don't know how to tell you this but the guy with the brown hair and the throbbing neck muscles..the guy with Tamara Jacobs...uh, that's, that's me. Dawson: No... Pacey: Yeah. I'm not just talking this time though, but, oh, I wish I was 'cause off the top of my head I could think of about 40 reasons why this tape could ruin my life. The least of which is the embarressment factor, I mean, no guy's first time should be captured on video. Dawson: Are you crazy? I don't think there currently exists a word to describe my reaction. Pacey: But, I like her Dawson, I really do. And it's not just the sex, man, I don't know, maybe this is too improbable and bizarre to ever work out. Dawson: Bizarre might be a word, yeah. Pacey:Yeah. Uh, this is, this is gonna sound a little strange but on the tape, I, did I look alright? Performance wise, did I cut it, man? Dawson: Yeah, you did fine, man. I mean, from what I could tell, yeah, you did fine. Pacey: Cool, man. Thanks. Uh, don't tell anybody or... Dawson: Alright... *Pacey walks out the door.* *CUT TO: Dawson and Joey shopping.* Joey: We could get them some candlesticks. A nice picture frame, maybe a piece of (missed the word). Dawson: Do you really think they'd like something like that? Joey: Dawson, your parents are middle-aged, white suburbanites, they live for (missed the word again.). Dawson: You should see my parents lately. It's disgusting. They're like, half the time they're making out or dry humping in the living room. You know, what's sad is I'm actually jealous of my parent's sex life. Joey: What do you mean? Blondie isn't giving you any. I thought by now you would of uh.. Dawson: You're real romantic, aren't you Joey? Joey: Well, personally I don't think you're going to get anywhere unless you off the wicked grandmother. *Dawson sees his mom with Bob helping him pick out a sportscoat.* Dawson: Mom? Gail: Dawson! Hello. Joey! What are you doin--well, this is a surprise. What brings you out here? Dawson: Just doing some shopping. Gail: Oh I'm sorry. Dawson this is Bob: Bob Collinsworth. Dawson: Yeah. 6 and 11, right? Bob: Right. Gail: And Joey. Bob: Hi. Joey: Real thrill. Bob: Uh, listen your mom was just helping me out with a little wardrobe problem. Seems that station research has indicated, well, viewers like me, they hate my sportcoats. Anyways, it's wonderful to finally meet you Dawson. Your mother has told me all about your film, being a bit of an indy fan myself, I'd love to take a look at it whenever it's done. Dawson: Sure. Okay, yeah. Gail: Oh, uh, we really should get back to the prep session. Bob: Oh, she's right. Uh, take care. Pleasure to meet you both. Gail: See you at home, honey. Dawson: Bye mom. Gail: Bye Joey. Dawson: You know, it's funny, when I first saw Bob on television I thought he was a real tool but I don't know, now that I've met him in person he doesn't seem so bad. What do you think? Joey: I think you had it right the first time. *CUT TO Kitchen at Jen's house.* Grams: Dare I ask? Jen: Your worst fears are founded Grams, I'm going to see Dawson. And, maybe I'm just asking for it right now, but I would rather you say whatever it is you're thinking than continue to look at me the way you are right now. Grams: You know that boy only wants one thing from you. Jen: No, no. That's not Dawson at all. He's completely sweet and honest and romantic. Grams: And him and that Potter girl. The way she climbs in and out of his bedroom window. I don't even want to guess. Jen: No, Dawson and Joey are just friends. Sure, I mean maybe there's some of that sexual tension thing that happens when a guy and a girl have been friends for so long but that's as far as it goes. And as far as Dawson and me go, Grams, you saw the entire highlight reel yesterday afternoon. Grams: So I'd be correct in assuming you have certain feelings for him? Jen: Yeah, you would. Grams: Well, nothing can be done about that. I just hope that you can avoid making the mistakes, that you and I both know girls your age often make. Jen: You always find a way to get that last dig in, don't you? Grams: Oh, Jennifer, you exasperate me, everything I say isn't meant as criticism. Jen: No, I know, I know, some of it's meant as judgement. *CUT TO: Pacey heading towards Tamara's table outside of the restaurant across from Screen Play Video.* Pacey: Hey Tamara! Tamara: Hi. Well, this is a surprise. Pacey: Well, yeah, I saw you sitting here and just thought I'd come on over. Tamara: Well, I'm glad you did. Pacey: Oh, whatcha reading? Tamara: Oh, just the approved tenth grade reading curriculum, I'm trying to choose the next book for our class. Any suggestions? Pacey: How about something with a little action in it this time? Tamara: Action? Pacey: Yeah, sex. I mean, what is our school board so afraid of? We're practically adults now, we can handle this stuff. A few blue novels are not going to kill us. Tamara: Pacey. Every piece of literature that you read this year will have sex in it. Everything you read last year probably as well. Pacey: But it's not real sex. I mean, it's sex as a cautionary tale, sex is a warning. I'm not kidding about this. Every time somebody in one of those books has sex, something bad has to happen to them. Romeo and Juliet. They have sex, next thing you know they're killing themselves. The Scarlet Letter. Ester Prinn has sex and next thing you know she's an outcast for life. The, uh, Greek one... Tamara: Edipus (sp?)? Pacey: Yeah, that one! That guy sleeps with some chick, who granted is his mother, he's so freaked out by it, he pokes out his own eyes. Okay? That's not real life. Correct me if I'm wrong, but it has been known to happen, that every once in awhile, two people sleep together, they enjoy it, and afterward everything works out fine. Tamara: You really think that is possible? *Pacey puts his hand on Tamara's but she pulls away.* *Dawson's room, on the video camera.* Jen: Stephen? *Sea Creature comes out and yells.* *Jen screams.* *Off camera.* Dawson: Alright, reaction. And I want complete honesty. Jen: Well, it's.. Dawson: But before you actually say anything just know that your opinion means a lot to me and if you hate it, I can't even anticipate the down spiral it might send me on. Jen: Well, with my pathetic shreek aside, I think it's really good, Dawson. Very promising and I'm sure it's going to turn out great. Dawson: Great? Jen: Really great. Dawson: Um, I still have a lot of pre-dubbing to do tomorrow down at my mom's station. They let me use the equipment down there without too much hassle so um, but would you like to come along? Jen: Yeah, it sounds cool. Dawson: Yeah? Really? Jen: Why are you so surprised everytime I jump at the chance to spend time with you? Dawson: I don't know. Natural skepticism perhaps? Jen: Well, get over it. Not everything in life has to be so complicated. *Dawson walks over and sits next to Jen on the bed.* Dawson: You know, in the old movies, whenever two characters were in bed together the censors always made one of them keep one foot on the floor. Which I never really understood because I figured if the characters were clever enough they could still do almost anything. *They kiss and they start to fall back on the bed but Jen stops them.* Jen: Dawson, we've got plenty of time to prove our censors wrong we don't have to make our case today. Alright? Dawson: Okay. *CUT TO Dawson's mom's studio where Jen is screaming into a microphone.* Jen: Ahhh! Dawson: Alright that was great. Can we see it with the picture? Guy: Sure, yeah. Seen your mom this morning yet, Dawson? Dawson: Nah, I'll track her down later. K here we go. We'll go again. This time more shock less anger. Jen: Alright. More shock, less anger. Ahhhh I'm sorry, Dawson... Dawson: We'll take a break... *CUT TO Jen and Dawson by a soda machine.* Dawson: I'm sorry if I was being a bit of a perfectionist in there. I get like that sometimes. Jen: Nah, I like a man who knows what he wants. Dawson: Really? Sorta like me? Jen: Sorta. Aw, Dawson look there's your mom. *Dawson turns to see his mom plant a kiss on Bob.* *CUT TO: Dawson and Jen sitting on a bench.* Jen: Look, I know that your head must be spinning right now, and, I don't know, maybe, one of the things you're thinking is how unfair it is right now and you need to talk to someone but you're kind of stuck here with a little more than a semi-stranger. But, I mean, we always seem to have something to say to each other, even if our conversations are more banter than real talk, you know, fun and sweet and everything, but kind of on the surface. What I'm trying to say is that if you want to talk to somebody about this, I mean, really talk, I mean, I know we've never done that before, but I'd really like to be that person.
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