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Transcript Page 2(Cut to Tamara's house... Pacey is sitting out on the deck. Tamara walks up the side of the deck to see Pacey waiting for her.)Tamara: Lets not have this conversation, Pacey. Pacey: What conversation? Tamara: The one where you apologize to me and tend to my wounded heart. All the while explaining why your not to blame for opening up your big mouth. Pacey: I'm not..I only told Dawson. I didn't know Kenny Leaverton was in the bathroom. Tamara: Ya know, There was one boundry placed on this relationship, Pacey. Not sex. Not true Intimacy. Only one: You don't talk about it. You don't tell your friends. And you don't brag to your classmates. Although, now I wonder if disgression is just to adult a concept for a boy to grasp. Pacey: Hey listen. I... I just ..I wan...I want you to hear my side of the story. Ok. It's not what you think. Tamara: You can't tell me anything I haven't heard in the teachers lounge. Oh, Yes. Thats right. See, We are already the talk of the faculty. Which means its only a matter of time before the administration gets wind of it. And then the school board and maybe if were really lucky the district attorney. Pacey: T...Tamara. I'm sorry. I...... Tamara: Ya know, this morning. I think you suggested that we should do more of the things that couple should do. Well, I've got one idea that fits the bill. Lets break up. (Pacey sniffles and looks toward the sky.) (Cut to Leery Living room. Bessie is in a chair holding her stomach.) Bessie: Oh...AAAAh...ow..owww ....Oh...Where's the damn ambulance? Dawson: It's coming Bessie. It's coming. Bessie: Oh ... Oh. (Joey grabs Dawson aside.) Joey: All right. Bodie is not an option. What are we going to do? We're not qualified to perform a birthing right here. We haven't even finished high school biology, yet. Dawson: Well, There's gotta be someone in this town who knows what to do in this situation. Right? Bessie: Oh... (softly) (Cut to Jen's room. She opens a drawer and there is a bible in it. She goes down to confront Grams about it.) Jen: What is this? Grams: Standard King James edition. Old and New testament, though, I am partial to the later chapters. Jen: Ya know, what I'm partial to, Grams. I am partial to people who respect my privacy and the right I have to my own beliefs. And, I know that Atheism is about the least desirable trait that any granddaughter of yours could ever possess, But It's nothing you should take personally. And..It's not just God either. Grams, I don't have a whole lotta faith in man these days. (Cut to front door of Ryan house.) (Knocking) (Joey exhales and says this rather fast.) Joey: Look, I know you don't like me or approve of my family. And, I know that you could think of at least 80 reasons, why Bessie and Bodie are about the worst sinners. But right now, as we speak, my sister's sitting next door in Dawson's house, Inches away from giving birth and of those 80 reasons, I can't think of any that the baby's actually responsible for. So, If you could remember, that as a nurse, you took an oath to help others in need and well.... Ah that would be really nice. (Joey turns away from Grams. Grams gives her a half surprised and annoyed look.) (Cut to town... Pacey is walking home and here comes Deputy Doug in his patrol car.) Pacey: Great. (Doug gets out of his patrol car.) Doug: So...Listen to this....I'm over Carlton's gettin a hair cut. When the guy next to me starts talking about a rumor that's making the rounds at the high school about some punk kid sleeping with a teacher. And, So I say to myself, well If it involves sex it couldn't be my brother Pacey. Then the guy says, a word is the kid made it all up, that it's all just a lie. And, so, I say to myself "Bingo." Pacey: Ya know, that..thats really fascinating Dougie. Doug: Ya know, and all I could think of it and it make me sick mind you, was poor sweet Tamara, must be ripping her apart. Come on, Pacey. Why don't you give me a glimpse of the inter-workings here, huh? What.. was the rational... boredom or just a classic cry for attention? Pacey: Well actually no, Ya know what? I thought it was up to me to let the this town know that at least one person in our family was having heterosexual sex. And, ya know, just as a matter of curiosity, Did it ever occur to you, just for a brief moment, to defend or support me in this conversation? (Doug chuckles) Pacey: Or does the Witter family credo prevent such emotions? Doug: Oh that's really heavy Pacey. Ah I'm sure the school board will ah be as moved as I am by that. Oh, you haven't heard. huh.... Well, Its seems your lies have made it all the way up the food chain. Superintendent Steven's is calling an emergency board meeting to discuss whether charges should be laid against Ms. Jacobs. No doubt your presence will be requested. Ya know, its funny isn't it, Pacey. But..aaa...there are actually people in this town who take you seriously. Pacey: Yeah and unfortunately... your not one of them. (Cut to Leery living room.) Dawson: Look, right now Bodie is on his way to a French restaurant on the other side of the county. And the only thing preventing the birth of his first child from becoming a hazy secondhand story is this little device. So, what do you say ? ...For Bodie? (Dawson has his camcorder in his hand) Bessie: All right. But, I want final cut. (Dawson nods.) Dawson: Deal. (In walk Joey and Grams.) Joey: Bessie?.....I've got someone to help you. Bessie: Please, Don't tell me you've done what I think you've done. Dawson: Conflict.. Perfect. Grams: How far apart are the contractions? Bessie: God, Joey? Joey: What? She's a nurse. She can help. Bessie: She's also borderline racist. Who hates everything about me and my boyfriend and our unborn child. (Jen walks in now.) Jen: Is everything OK? Grams: We're just having an impromptu home birth. Nothing to be concerned about. Bessie: Really. Because, I've got a few concerns. Grams: Girls, move that coffee table out of the way. Pulse is strong. Temperatures fine. OK, girls, we're going to move Bessie over into this chair over here. Gently does it. ..... Easy... Easy...Easy ... that's it...that's it. Bessie: Oh... Oh... Grams: That's it, That's it. Bessie: I'm against this, ya know. Grams: OK, Mr. Demille. (to Dawson) You can do something useful and get us some large towels and washcloths. Please. Dawson: OK. Grams: That's it. Easy... Easy....Easy. That's it. Calm down. Keep breathing. Easy... That's it. Cushions?..... Bessie: Oooh Oooh. Grams: Thank you, Josephine. Joey: It's Joey, actually. Bessie: No, It's Judas, actually. Grams: Ok...Ok..now as far as you, I'm gonna make you a deal. This is going to be a big day for you. And, as your attending nurse, you may feel an overwhelming outpouring of gratitude towards me when we're done here today. But, I promise. I will not take advantage of your post partem bliss and I will resist any urge to bond with you over this shared experience, of this event, if you will do me just one small favor in return. Bessie: What's that? (very cocky) Grams: Shut Up! Grams: Now, where are those towels? (Cut to Capeside Townhall) (Pacey comes up the stairs to see Tamara and someone else sitting there.) Pacey: Tammy... Listen. I'm so sorr... ( interrupted by attorney) Attorney (Caroline F): Mr. Witter? We haven't met. I'm Caroline Fields, Ms. Jacobs attorney. Pacey: Attorney? Attorney (Caroline Fields): Under advice from council, She's chosen not to discuss this case with you at the current time. Pacey: Ca.... What are you talking ? ... This is about.... Tammy... If you could... Attorney (Caroline Fields): Mr. Witter.... If I must again ask you to refrain from communicating directly with my client. In addition, Should you feel the need to speak with her at any future date, you are instructed to contact me. And, I'll pass along any pertinent information. Is that clear? Pacey: Ah, Yeah..Caroline? Attorney (Caroline Fields): Yes, Mr. Witter. Pacey: Would you tell your client, I'm sorry. (Pacey walks away upset. Tamara has a concerned look on her face.) (Cut to Leery house.... Dawson is filming.) Bessie: Ooh ooh aaah Jen: OK. All right. That contraction was exactly 60 seconds apart from the last one. Grams: OK. your completely dilated, Dear..... Time to push now. Bessie: Push what? Grams: The baby, Dear. Bessie: Oh. (Dawson see's the look on Joey's face and walks over and sits down next to her.) Dawson: She's gonna be OK, Joey. Joey: Yeah, I know. (Cut to the school board meeting.) Superintendent Steven's: This session has been convened and the reason we've asked you to come before us this afternoon, Ms. Jacobs, is that we find ourselves faced with a persistent rumor, a disturbing rumor. Which, undoubtedly, you've heard? Tamara: Yes, I've heard it. Superintendent Steven's: Then let me be direct Ms. Jacobs. Pacey Witter is a student of yours, in one of your sophomore English classes. Tamara: Yes, he is. Superintendent Steven's: There have been allegations of a sexual relationship between yourself and Mr. Witter. Please forgive my candor, Ms. Jacobs, When I ask, Are these allegations true? Tamara: Well you see...... (Pacey walks and cuts her off.) Pacey: No, no, they're not. Superintendent Steven's: Mr. Witter, You are to wait until your summoned. Pacey: Ah, Look I don't mean any disrespect here. But, If you'll just give me a second, I'll have you all home for dinner. OK? Pacey: Look, I know the origin of these rumors has been traced to me. And Ah I guess that would make sense. Cause Look at me here I am a C+ student, who sits in the back of Ms. Jacobs English class everyday, daydreaming about the same thing. About, what it would be like to be..... a little bit better looking, a little more sophisticated and about 15 years older. Cause, then and only then, could Ms. Jacobs possibly look at me as anything other than just another one of her students. And, only then, could this rumor stand any chance of being true. Ah, I mean, don't get me wrong, I am flattered with the seriousness that you took these allegations, but ya know personally I'd just chalked them up to adolescent fantasy. I kind of expected you guys to do the same. Superintendent Steven's: Correct me if I'm wrong Mr. Witter, but for the record, Are you saying you deny the aforementioned allegations? Pacey: Yeah, for the record, Sir. And, for anywhere else you want to put it. Ms. Jacobs is my English teacher and to my great disappointment absolutely nothing else. (Cut to Leery living room.) Bessie: (screaming in pain) Grams: Yes, Yes....... That's it.... That's it...... Yes, yes Bessie: God! (Joey hears and see's how much pain Bessie is in. She cringes when she hears her scream. She gets out of her chair spins around and stands there watching. Waiting.) Grams: You are doing fine. Jen: Grams.... Grams... I need to talk to you..... There's a lot of blood here. Bessie: What's? .. What's?.... Did she say blood? Grams: Shh..... Just relax, Dear. Bessie: Are you afraid to tell me something wrong? If something's wrong, I want to know about it. Grams: No, don't be silly, Dear. Nothing is at all wrong. Now, what Jennifer doesn't know is that a bloody show is a natural part of the birthing process. The last thing that we could have do is worrying yourself........ Jennifer, a cool washcloth. Now. Bessie: Mrs. Ryan, I am doing OK Right? Dawson: Your doing great Bessie. Everything's great. I...I wouldn't be filming if everything wasn't fine. Right? We're making a movie here. (Joey walks out.) .....Hey, Mrs. Ryan, smile for the camera. (Grams swats at Dawson and his camera.) Grams: Out! You are distracting my patient and I won't have that. Jen: Grams, Grams... There is a problem. Isn't there? Something's wrong with her. Grams: Nothing is at all wrong. And, How dare you alarm my patient, by expressing a contrary opinion in her presence. Jen: Grams, She is losing a lot of blood. I don't know much about this, but I know what a lot of blood looks like.... Grams? Grams: Oh, Yes. All right. There's more blood than I'd like, but I see no evidence of cervical lacerations or detached placenta or or ahh... Jen: In English, Grams. Grams OK, in English, I need your help Jennifer. I need you to set aside your attitude and second guessing and help me get this baby out of her, before, God forbid, she loses anymore blood and complications worsen. Do you think you can do that Jennifer? Do you think you can summons up even the smallest amount of faith in me? Because, if you can I can guarantee there would be no better time for it than right now. Grams: OK Bessie, breath and push remember, breath and push. Bessie: Oooooh Jen: God, Grams she's in pain. Grams She's doing fine, Jennifer. Bessie: No, Mrs. Ryan. I need something. Grams: What do you need, Dear? Jen: A pill, medicine. She.. needs something for the pain. Grams: I don't have any medicine. But, I do have one thing that may work better. Bessie: Please. I'll try anything. Grams: OK. Then repeat after me...... Our Father, Who art in Heaven.... Jen: A sedative. She needs a sedative, Grams, not the Lord's prayer. Bessie: I'm sorry, Mrs. Ryan. That stuffs not going to work on me. Grams: No, Dear. Its for your baby. Grams: Our Father, Who art in Heaven. Bessie: Our Father, Who art in Heaven. Grams: Hallowed be Thy Name... Bessie: Hallowed be Thy Name... Jen: Thy Kingdom come.... Grams: Come on. you heard her. Grams: Thy Kingdom come.... Bessie: Thy Kingdom come.... Grams: Push! (Cut to Leery backyard, facing the creek. Joey is sitting in a chair, looking down at the ground, when Dawson come out of the house.) Dawson: Hey........ I can't wait to see the look on my moms face when I tell her what happened in the living room. (Joey wipes tears from under her eye.) Dawson: Bessie's going to be OK, Joey. As frightening as Mrs. Ryan is in daily life, I think she is incredibly capable when it come to medical emergencies. Joey: I know, Dawson....... FYI. I'm not out here because I'm to worried about Bessie to stay inside. I mean, I'm worried but... Dawson: What is it? Joey: Its nothing...It's OK....It's stupid. Dawson: No, It's not stupid, Joey. Look, I may not always agree with you but your reasons are never stupid. Joey: All right. A question, Dawson. Who does Bessie remind you of? Dawson: That's easy. Your mother. Joey: There are times when the resemblance is merely a passing one, and then......there are others when......Bessie says or does something, and....it's like my Mom never died, You know. .....When she got sick, I mean, she had, she had chemo every month..............It left her in this terrible pain, and I would come home and I would sit with her, and... she let out these cries that I'd never heard before and I .. I prayed...to every available higher source. I would never hear them again from anyone or anything, and...somehow... somebody listened. 'Cause luckily, I never did. Ya know. Dawson: Until today. (Pause) Joey: Yeah. Dawson: Joey, When your mother was in all that pain, Why did you sit by her? Joey: Come on, Dawson. Cause ... she needed me. I mean.. I mean, she didn't tell me that but I knew, I ... I knew she really needed me. Dawson: So, What makes you think that Bessie needs you any less? (Cut to Townhall...Tamara is walking out the door when Doug come up to her.) Doug: Tamara? Tamara: Oh. Hello. Doug: Look I know what you must be feeling towards Pacey right about now, well, what with all the trouble he's caused you. But, Frankly, I'd hate for our whole Witter family to be tarred with the same brush. I'll tell you that boy has been nothing but a bane since he was a child......trouble here....Creating a ruckus, over there. Tamara: Well then, you must be very proud. Doug: Proud. I don't quite follow you, Tamara. Tamara: By the way he's grown up. From an unruly child to a....sweet, sensitive.....intelligent young man. (Doug looks at Tamara with this perplexed look on his face. Tamara turns to walk away then turns back.) Tamara: And Douglas.......Its Ms. Jacobs. (Cut to parking lot. Tamara gets into her car and drives away...all the while Pacey is watching near the school sign.) (Cut to Bessie in the Leery living room again.) Grams: That's it. Push. .. Baby's beginning to crown. Jen: Oh, Oh my God. I can see the head. Grams: That's it. Your almost there just a little bit longer now. That's it, Dear. That's it, Dear. Just one more little push. Its almost over. Bessie: I can't, I'm too tired. Grams: Dear, You can and you will. (Joey walks in. Bessie and Joey look at one another, Joey puts her hand on Bessie's and Bessie holds it......She gives one big push and......) Grams: He's out. Bessie: He?...Is he OK? Grams: Oh, he's better than OK. He's healthy, he's beautiful, and he's all yours. (The baby cries and everyone is happy and smiling.) (Cut to Pacey walking to Tamara's house on the beach. Tamara is sitting on the deck stairs with a drink.) Pacey: Can we talk, or do I need a lawyer present? Tamara: Hi, Pacey. Well, If you've come to apologize again. You needn't. I'm deeply appreciative of what you've done. Pacey: Well... Actually I was kinda hoping I could assume that all that talk about breakin' up was just said in the heat of the moment. Cause, Tamara, that's never gonna happen again. I'm not .. from now on... I'm just not talking to anybody, not Dawson, Not anybody. There's just no chance of that happening again. Tamara: No.. I know. Because I won't let it. Pacey: Ah.. OK. Good. Neither will I. Tamara: Maybe I'm not making myself clear. There will be no further.... gossip because there will be no further subject. I'm leaving Capeside. And, I've already turned in my resignation to Principle Geiger, and I should be at my sisters' house in Rochester by Tomorrow evening. Pacey: Ah...I..You don't waste any time. Do ya? Tamara: Pacey you knew this day was inevitable. Pacey: Oh... I'd think I would have to disagree with you there Ms. Jacobs...Never in a million years would I have predicted Rochester to be a plot point in our little saga. Tamara: I meant us ending was inevitable..... Hey, Maybe you'd graduate. Maybe I'd met someone my own age. God, Maybe you'd met someone your own age. But you knew that there... was a ticking clock inherent to both of us and to everything about us. You must understand, Pacey, I care about you. More deeply than I ever expected or wanted too. But I'm ...36 years old... and I want to have children before it's too late. I mean, I want to be their mother not their girlfriend.... You know, just because I'm older and arguably more mature... Doesn't mean I know what to say in these situations any more than you do. So, Please. Lets just say good-bye now. Before I get maudlin and embarrassing and entirely too truthful. Pacey: Is a farewell kiss permitted? Tamara: Oh ...I don't know, I seem to remember that's what started this whole mess to begin with. Pacey: You know, I... I think I could handle it Tamara. Tamara: Well, I'm not sure I can. (They were holding hands and she pulls away.) Here. (They hug tight and she kisses him on the forehead. They laugh.) Pacey: OK... Well, I hope you enjoy Rochester. Tamara: Yeah, I hope you enjoy high school. (They hold hands again .. Then they part. Pacey looks back at Tamara. He turns and walks away. She half waves, realizing he can't see her, she stops and watches him walk away.) (Cut to the sun setting.... Then to the Ryan house. Grams is In the kitchen doing a crossword puzzle. Jen walks in.) Jen: Goodnight. Grams: Oh, Goodnight, Jennifer. Jen: Long day, huh? Grams: Good day. Jen: Oh...(Softly) Grams: Oh Jennifer (Grams takes off her glasses.)...Just because we don't say certain things to each other doesn't mean we don't feel them. (They smile at each other.) Grams: Jennifer?....After what you've experienced today, Can you honestly tell me you still hold no belief in God? Jen: Ah..Well, I don't know about God. But, Umm, I think I may have come around a little on man. (Grams smiles, puts her glasses back on and returns to her crossword puzzle.) (Cut to Potter Living room. Bessie and Bodie at the baby.) (Joey walks in.) Bessie: Hey, Joey, Come here. (Joey sits down near them and Bessie places the baby in Joey's arms.) He's got mom's eyes. You know? Joey: Yeah, that's the first thing I noticed. (Joey looks at the baby and smiles. She looks at Bessie and Bodie and then to the baby and smiles again.) (Cut to the beach....Pacey is walking near the surf. He is looking at Tamara. She is looking out the window, then she turns out the light and walks away from the window.) Pacey: Bye, Tammy. ( This seems to be a voice over ... might have been Goodnight, Tammy... but I am not sure.) (Pacey turns around and walks a bit.... Only to turn back for one more look. Then he continues down the beach with his hands in his pockets.)
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