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Transcript Page 2*CUT TO Dawson knocking on Joey's door.*Dawson: I need to talk to you. Joey: Okay. *CUT TO Dawson and Joey outside.* Dawson: What I should really do is tell my dad. "Dad the woman you're about to celebrate 20 blissful years of marriage with, well she's sleeping with Bob now." Apparently the scent of his ice-blue aqua velvet was too much to resist. Joey: I think we both know that's not the best idea Dawson. Dawson: God, I joked about them having an affair but I was never serious. You ever wonder what the rate of adultery is in this town? I mean, your parents, my parents. We live in like this Norman Rockwell picture postcard town with whitewash fences, and beachfront houses. Do you think people know? Joey: People always know. Dawson: Well, we didn't. Right? Joey? I didn't know. Did you? You knew. How could you not say anything?! Joey: Why? So you could hate me for telling you because you know that's what would have happened. Besides I thought you would have seen it by now. Dawson: What? Joey: Well, you're a pretty perceptive guy, usually. I think we can agree that you've been a little preoccupied. Dawson: What are you talking about? Joey: I'll give you a hint. Blonde hair, about the last stages of a B-cup. Dawson: Don't turn this into a discussion about Jen. Joey, you lied to me. Joey: I didn't know how to sa-- Dawson: What? What are you threatened by Jen? Joey: Threatened, Dawson? No, I'm not threatened, I'm bored. Dawson: You're bored so you lie to me to curve your own boredom. Joey: I was trying to be your friend. Dawson: No, Joey, what you did was not the action of a friend. What you did, and let me make this perfectly clear, is disengage this friendship. Joey: No, Dawson. I was trying-- and I didn't-- I didn't know how to-- Dawson: Searching for something to say, Joey? At a loss for words? Don't worry. Your actions are far more articulate. Bye....see ya later...have a nice life. *CUT TO: Pacey watching Tamara and Mr. Gold across the street from Screen Play Video.* *CUT TO: Gail and Dawson, Leery's front lawn.* Gail: Oh, hi Dawson. Dawson: Hi. Gail: Oh, I didn't see you at the station yesterday. I thought you were going to stop by and say hi. Dawson: Things got a little crazy. Gail: Sorry I missed you. Honey? Is there something bothering you? Dawson: No, I'm fine. Gail: Uh huh, well I don't believe you. You've never been good at disguising that look of preoccupation you get when something is bothering you. Okay, let me guess, one of the many women in your life has got your head spinning? Dawson: Something like that. Gail: Dawson? *CUT TO: Dawson knocking on Jen's door.* Grams: Yes, what can I help you with? Dawson: Two things actually. First of all, I know you don't like me. You look at me like some sex-crazed teenager looking to corrupt your granddaughter, but I want to assure you that that's not the case. Not at all. Grams: What's the second thing? Dawson: Um, I'm here to pick up Jen. Grams: JENNIFER! *CUT TO Jen and Dawson talking.* Dawson: I don't know, maybe it's me, I mean, maybe I have these old-fashioned ideas about fidelity which I obviously inherited from my father's side of the family. Oh, I'm sorry, am I starting to bore you? Jen: No. Dawson: 'Cause I think I'm starting to bore myself. Jen: No. Not at all, Dawson. I mean, I'm glad that we can talk about this. I was a little hurt earlier when you wouldn't say a word to me and I was sure you ran to pour your heart out to Joey. Dawson: Well, I won't make that mistake again. Do me a favor Jen. Promise me that you'll always be up front and honest with me. Jen: Okay. Dawson: It's not just a passing remark. I firmly believe that secrets destroy. They wound and hurt to kill and I really want us to have a chance. Okay? So no secrets between us, ever. Jen: Yeah, yeah, I mean, but, don't you think that in certain situations there are things that people just don't want to know. Dawson: No because even if my mom had fallen completely out of love with my dad then she should have been honest with him. Jen: I'm not talking about your parents. I mean, don't you ever wonder why two months ago I suddenly came to live up here? Dawson: Well you told me it's because your grandfather's sick and your grandmother needed your help. Jen: My grandmother's been an RN for the past 40 years, the only thing I can help her with is staying out of her way. Dawson: Okay...so why are you here? Jen: Okay. Honesty, right? Dawson: Yeah. Jen: My parents didn't exactly send me up here to help out Grams. They sent me up here because the cliches about teenagers in the big city are true. Dawson: What cliches? Jen: Come on, you've heard them. They grow up too fast, stay out too late, hang out with the wrong kind of people, have sex to young... Dawson: Your parents wanted to get you away from kids like that? Jen: No, Dawson, I was kids like that. Dawson: The sex part? Jen: Yeah. Dawson: With a boyfriend, right? Jen: Yeah, but not just to him. Dawson: Okay. So all that stuff you said about being a virgin before I should probably disregard that. Jen: And you know what? Maybe I'm just being completely self destructive here because I like you and I know that the timing is off and everything but you know this is at your request. And you know what? You should be honest. You should know who you're dating. You're okay with this, right? Dawson: Yeah. I mean, you know, the way I thought you were talking it was going to be much worse. Jen: Dawson? Dawson: What? Jen: Would you hold my hand? Dawson: Yeah. Sure. *CUT TO Capeside High.* Jen: Hey! I missed you this morning. Dawson: Came in early. Movie stuff. Jen: Oh so anyways, I was kind of feeling like blowing off my lab report if you want to go to a movie or something? Dawson: That sounds great, but you know what? I'm so behind in my homework that I don't think my GPA can afford it. Jen: Okay, well, maybe just a quick study break then. Dawson: Okay, yeah, I'll call ya. Jen: Yeah? Dawson: Definitely. Jen: Dawson, look, about what we talked about last night. Dawson: Jen I really gotta go, okay? But I'll talk to you later. Jen: Yeah. Later. *CUT TO Pacey watching Tamara and Mr. Gold again.* *He walks in her classroom.* Pacey: Question of the day. Do you think if someone is having an affair with multiple partners they should tell both partners of the arrangement? Tamara: An informal survey, Pacey? Pacey: Oh, no, I think you'll think this is relevent what with STD's and AIDS running rapid. Not to mention the moral involvement. Tamara: No, I agree. If you were intimately involved with someone else, I'd want to know. Pacey: Me? Oh, no, no, no, don't turn this around on me. Tamara: Don't turn what around? Pacey: The issue. Tamara: And what's that? Pacey: Well do you like him or do you like me? Tamara: You know you're very disarming when you start sounding your age. Pacey: I saw you two at lunch yesterday and today again in the hallway laughing together, the way you brush his arm. Who's it gonna be Tamara? Me or Mr. Gold? Tamara: You know, I never knew you were so bothered by this, Pacey, because I'd hate to think I have to choose. I mean, Benji and I have so much in common. We love to talk about books and authors, and we're both big opera fans, not to mention our legendary man troubles. Pacey: Man troubles? Tamara: Yes. Apparently, in your extensive research, you failed to detect that I'm not exactly Benji's type. Pacey: No? Tamara: Not unless you think I bear some resemblence to Mel Gibson. Pacey: Mr. Gold is gay?! Tamara: Shhh. It's not to be repeated. Pacey: So I don't understand. Yesterday at the cafe when I tried to hold your hand... Tamara: And because we were in a public place where any number of students or teachers or parents could see us I didn't let you. Pacey: Oh. Tamara: Pacey. If you're confused about us, if you're trying to make sense out of what's happening between us, the best I can tell ya is so am I. Pacey: Yeah, really? Tamara: Yes, really. *CUT TO hallway.* Jen: Hey. I think you owe me about 7/8ths of a conversation. Dawson: Yeah, I guess I do. Jen: I mean, it's probably just my own pathetic insecurities but I want to talk more about what we said last night. Are you sure you're okay with it? Dawson: I'm fine with it. Jen: Really? Dawson: Yeah, besides Jen it's in the past. It's over and done with. Even if I really did have a problem, what could I do about it? Jen: You could tell me. Dawson: Tell you what, Jen? You tell me I'm supposed to say something but I don't know what it is. Jen: Well, then let me help you out. You could tell me why you've been avoiding me all day, or what's behind that look in your eyes, whether it's repulsion or jealousy or complete disapproval because I know I've never seen it before. You could tell me that you suddenly feel strange about us, that maybe we need a little break because you don't seem to know me and maybe you never really did. Or, and now I'll make it really easy for you, you can just tell me if I've left anything out. I didn't think so. *CUT TO Video store.* Dawson: So it wouldn't bother you? Pacey: Why would it bother me? Dawson: Because she's not a virgin. Because she's had sex with other guys. Pacey: You see, this is what I don't understand about you Dawson. If the woman I was hot for came up to me and in some confessional way told me she wasn't a virgin, don't you see what she's doing for you? Dawson: No. Pacey: You don't see it. Dawson: I don't. Pacey: She's giving you an in. She's saying, "Look, I understand that you're a little nervous about making the first move on me because you're some romantic who puts women like me up on a pedestal so here, I'm going to give you the greatest gift any desireable woman can give to a sexually inexperienced guy." Dawson: An in? Pacey: Exactly! She's saying she wants it just as bad as you do, man. Your carnal needs a reciprocal. Dawson: This is not about sex Pacey it's about romance. You have no idea what I'm talking about, do you? Pacey: Yeah, I do. Dawson: No you don't because what I was going to say before this the world according to Pacey speech is this has nothing to do with the stupid in or even getting Jen in the sack. It has to do with one thing. Pacey: The fact that you are scared. Face it. Dawson, the Jen Lindley you have built up in your mind does not entirely exist, okay? In your movies, she can be whatever you want, but in real life, the scripts got thrown out. Dawson: So it seems. Pacey: All I can say is enjoy it, man. Life has some pretty unexpected benefits. Dawson: Yeah, I could do without all the unexpected plot twists though. The virginal girlfriend-- Pacey: Is not exactly a virgin. Dawson: And the high school strike out artist Pacey: Is now having an affair with his English teacher. Dawson: Then there's also the happily married couple who's celebrating they're 20th wedding aniversary tonight who's really not as happy as we thought. Pacey: Yeah. That sucks, man. Have you talked to your mom? Dawson: Nope, change of plan. Pacey: Dawson, I thought you said you were going to tell her. Dawson: I'm going to tell my dad. *CUT TO Leery's living room. Mitch has the stereo on and is getting ready to go out. Dawson turns it off.* Dawson: Hey. Mitch: Hey. I didn't see you come in. Dawson: So tonight's the big night, huh? Mitch: Do you have any idea how long 20 years is? Dawson: No.. Mitch: And that doesn't even include the 4 years your mother and I dated. Dawson: There's something I've got to talk to you about. Mitch: Most of our college friends are already on their second marriages by now. We all got married at the same time, early 20s, which is a little young by the way. Dawson: I admit that there's a strong possibility that this is not the right time for this. Mitch: But you know, after 20 years I can still say the same thing I did then. Can't imagine my life without her. Dawson: Dad. Mitch: What? Dawson: There's something I've got to tell you. Mitch: Sounds serious. What is it? Dawson: It is and I know this is the wrong time to talk about this but *Mrs. Leery walks into the room.* Gail: Hey Dawson. Be ready in a second, honey. *She walks out of the room.* Mitch: Okay. Umm, Dawson, I'm listening. Dawson: Happy Anniversary, dad. Have a great time. Mitch: That I will. *CUT TO: S.S. Icehouse. Jen walks in.* Jen: Hi. Joey: Sorry, kitchen's closed. Jen: Well, if you can stand the shock, I actually came to see you. I need some advice. Joey: And in what field do you consider me an expert in? Jen: Dawson Leery. Joey: You know, I'm sort of busy here with these receipts and locking up maybe we could do this another time. Jen: I told him I wasn't a virgin. Joey: I think I have a minute. Jen: It's just that he seemed so disappointed in me, which of course made me angry and now I don't know where we are. Joey: Well, let me tell you about Dawson. Granted he's articulate for his age but he's not exactly mature. He's the classic only child. He pouts when things don't go his way and he only sees things in black and white. Anything else confuses him. Jen: Yeah. Joey: And when it comes to women...there are popes who have had more experience. I mean the guy was a shrimp until last summer. To say his sex life is limited is the understatement of the decade. It's barren. A desert. I don't envy what you have to deal with, believe me. Jen: You're not trying to scare me off, are you? Joey: No. I'm just trying to say that every guy that grows up to be one of the good ones...he was probably a dweeb with girls when he was 15, too. Jen: So what would you do? Joey: Same as you. I'd get hurt, mad, confused, ask people for advice, maybe the wrong people, and then I'd wait. Jen: For what? Joey: For him to grow up, come around, everything. Jen: And how long does that take? Joey: Don't go by me. I'd probably be stupid enough to wait forever. Jen: Mind a little company? *CUT TO Tamara's house. Pacey is there reading a magazine while Tamara is grading papers or something.* Pacey: Can I ask you a question? How old are you Tamara? Like 35? Tamara: Something like that. Pacey: I mean, you've been with other guys, right? Tamara: Some, yes. Pacey: A lot? Tamara: Well, not a lot that mattered. Pacey: And how many was that? Tamara: That mattered? You want numbers? *Pacey nods.* Tamara: Well, let's see. There was one in high school, one in college, since then I'd say uhhh there's been three. But no one for a few years. Pacey: Oh. Great...thanks.. Tamara: Pacey. Pacey: Yeah? Tamara: About the one in high school...I didn't mean my high school. *Pacey smiles.* *CUT TO Jen talking to her Gramps.* Jen: Well it's been another busy week here in Capeside. The last two people who I thought ever would agree on something now do. Both Grams and Dawson officially think I'm a slut. You know, between you and me, I don't even know what the big deal is. I mean, in two years, nearly 55% of my peers will have had sex, and in five years, in 5 years it will be almost 100 and nobody will care when I did it. But as for now, it's an unfortunate and major deal. Who knows? Maybe by the time you wake up a 15-year-old girl with a shady past won't be such a bad thing. *CUT TO Joey walking towards Dawson in the ruins.* Joey: Hanging out with all your friends? Dawson: Yep. That's why you weren't invited. Joey: Phasers on stun, I come in peace. You're going to screw it up, you know? Dawson: What? Joey: Jen. She came and talked to me. I told her sit tight, he'll be back.. Dawson: Thanks. Appreciate it, Joey. Joey: I explained to her that it's just displaced anger and you're just mad at your mom and dad. Dawson: I'm mad at the world, Joey. I'm a teenager. Joey: Oh, and by the way, we're old pals now, Blondie and I. So, uh, if you have any messages you want to get back to her, let me know. Dawson: Look, whatever you've done, thanks, but I don't want to talk about it right now. With you. Joey: Come on. Passing up a chance to dish about the girl of your dreams? I thought that's what you did with your friends. Dawson: It is. Except I'm not sure that we are. Joey: How droll. The tables have been turned. Dawson: This isn't just about yesterday Joey. It's last week, last month. Everything between us recently, we're not getting along the way we used to. Joey: So the friendship? You don't think we're friends anymore? Dawson: I don't know. Are we more? Are we less? All I know is it's just not the way it used to be. Nothing is anymore. Joey: It's called social evolution, Dawson. What's strong enough flourishes and what doesn't we look at behind glass cases in science museums. Dawson: You and I? Are we museum bound? Joey: I don't know about that. You get angry at me way too easily. Dawson: You're way too critical of me. *They laugh.* Dawson: In some alternate universe, we must have been married, like, 50 years. Joey: Yeah, and I'm sure it was a wonderful wedding. Dawson: Oh, the best. Joey: We each brought dates, I assume. Dawson: Yeah. Jen was by my side throughout. Joey: And at the end of the evening the inevitable question, who to take home the date or the wife? Dawson: Mmm..a dilema. Joey: Fascinating. Faced with the choice you stood, surveying your options, your eyes drifted slowly from her, to me, back to her. Dawson: And back to you. Joey: Yeah, but I was off having a drink with the rich guy at the bar. Dawson: Till moneybags got fresh and you needed somebody to bail you out. Joey: I don't remember that part. Dawson: Oh, I do. Clear as day, absolutely. You were definitely in need of a rescue. Joey: Were you man enough? Did you set aside your clear-headed analysis of the situation and act? Did we, uh, did we save each other that night Dawson? Dawson: You know, it gets a little hazy at this point I really can't remember. Couldn't tell you. Joey: When it comes back to you, I'd certainly be serious to hear how it all ended. Dawson: You'll be my first call. Joey: Well, goodnight Dawson. All this subtext is making me tired. Dawson? Dawson: Yeah? Joey: No matter how the wedding turned out, I'm pretty sure I had a wonderful time up until the end. Dawson: *quietly* Me too. *Joey walks away and turns back.* Joey: No doubt about it...straight to the Smithsonian.
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