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If you're real nice,

I might put that bag
up there for you.

What's goin' on in here?

Who is this guy, Pinky?

To collect the necessary...

Ah!

Trouble is, you could
only marry one of us.

Oh well if I didn't know

how you really felt about Dell,

I'd think you were jealous.

Bad timing? You're on your way
out.

Uh, no. It's cosmic timing.

I was on my way to see you.

- Really?
- Yeah. Yeah.

I was, uh, I was hoping that

we could stand awkwardly

in the doorway, which, uh, huh,

is workin' out perfectly for me.

It's not awkward, Pacey.

How about I come in?

Great idea.

Uh, can I get you anything?

You want somethin' to drink?

Uh, no, I'm ok.

You, uh, you hungry?

You know what'd be nice?

Pizza? That's funny.

I was actually thinkin' pizza
myself.

It would be nice if we could

stop being so polite.

Oh, you know, actually, I'm

really glad that you said that,

because I've been meaning to

emotionally abuse you for weeks.

I just wanted to make sure
you're up for it...

Pacey.

Ok, I'll stop.

Do you regret it?

Which part?

Do you regret telling me
what you told me?

I guess it really...

Depends on whether or not

you regretted hearing it.

It's hard to regret
hearing something

that's already been in the back
of your mind.

But...

I think I regret reality

as just a general concept.

Really?

Do you remember
reading those Choose

Your Own Adventure
books as a kid?

Well...

You and I both know
that I was pretty much

a functional illiterate
until the ninth grade.

Right. Ok. Well...

I did, but I cheated on them.

Whenever a chapter wasn't

going the way I wanted,

I wouldn't even finish. I would

just go back to the beginning

until I got a happy ending.

Yeah. Everybody does that.

Yeah, but it's not
exactly the most

realistic way to live your life.

But wait, what makes you think

that one false move is gonna

ruin our entire story?

- History.
- Yes. That was then.

Joey, I'm serious.
We're older now.

I mean, it's not like I'm

just gonna run out the door

if I don't like your choice.

Ok. Well, so...

What are you afraid of?

It's that, the whole...

Possibility thing is really just
a mean trick.

I don't like this chapter.
It's too negative.

Well, I guess maybe
I'm just tryin' to play out

all the worst case scenarios,

because I want to be sure

that you and I have grown enough
to be together

without always having to replay
our history.

'Cause I'd really like
to look into our future.

You want a clean slate.

Well, yes and no.

I just don't want my prior

offenses being held against me.

Well, I mean, we agree you
and I have, you know,

said things and,
and done things that...

We regret, but...

We've changed, haven't we?

Yeah.

Yeah.

So I'm gonna go think about
some things.

And...

You're gonna think about things.

And you should probably go now

before I lose my ability to

think clearly about things.

Well, ok.

But...

Pace, I don't know, I mean,

don't you think that...

This is a little too delicate

to handle without a plan?

A plan. Well...

Uh, you know, I...

I appreciate the fact that

you're a slave to structure,

but I'm just not sure how to

schedule life-changing
decisions.

Well what I meant...

- Is that...

You know... I could call you,

or you could call me
and see how...

Right.

Like you've ever
needed an excuse.

No.

Of course.

-
- What about that pizza thing?

Well, that would be
an entirely different story.

Come on, Potter.

Surely you know
how difficult it is

to secure a date with a member

of the sociology department.

I mean, those women
are slick and fancy

and look at me like I'm
the latest case study

in the failure of modern man.

I thought you'd given up on

women since the last disaster.

Oh, I had, especially after

spending some time with Harley

and realizing just how evil the

fairer sex is from conception,

but come on, let's face it,

if I don't do this now,

I'm gonna die alone
in that old house.

So, what do you say? At like,

3:30, you girls can study,

and I can try to find
a button-down shirt

from this decade.

Fine. Ok?

But I don't feel good about

this whole dating thing.

I think it's time
you look inward.

You're so wise
since distance left you single.

Hey, I'm not feeling right about

unleashing Harley
on you yet, either.

I mean, she's been extra loopy
these days.

I think she's into the drugs.

It's called hormones.
I wouldn't worry about it.

I'm, I'm very worried about her.

She, she's got pictures

of boys on the ceiling
above her bed.

I mean, why there, Potter?

What purpose do you suppose

those pictures would serve

in that particular location?

Professor Hetson,
Harley is completely normal.

One might even worry
she's a cliché.

I don't like the sound
of a normal girl.

I corrupted a lot of those,

and they will do anything
to not be normal.

I want her to be more like you.

You know, anxious, bookish,

prone to having boyfriends

who live far, far away.

Thank you.

So, no boys at the house
or calling the house

or slowing down while they're

walking by the house.

You better watch it, you know.

Sexual deviation might not

even be on Harley's mind,

but if you keep being
this strict with her,

she's going to realize there's

something fun and naughty

she's apparently missing out on.

Yeah, I've just accepted
that I am powerless

against the high school alpha
male.

I can't fight them myself,

so I'm gonna build
a moat around the house.

What about you?

You had a boyfriend
in high school, right?

What was he like?

People change.

3:30, Potter.

Hey, and leave your open mind
at home.

I don't want you sullying

Harley with all that free will

and bringing out the best

in people and all that.

Dawson Leery, this is your life.

That's what I was just thinking.

How are you doing, Mr. Gold?

The surreal nature
of things aside, just fine.

Thanks for coming in today,
Dawson.

The class is pretty excited.

You've given them
hope for escape.

Ah, so they haven't stopped

to wonder why I've come back.

I think they assume they're just

a pit stop between projects.

That would be nice.

Slow going?

Eh. Well, let's just say

I was trying to figure out

a way to tell these kids

how to make a success
of themselves so

I decided to watch
all my old movies.

I wonder why I didn't go to law
school.

Sounds to me like you're

ready to take over my class.

Let's go, Dawson.

No, Marty, thank you, believe
me.

Ok. I'll talk to you soon.

I'm just gonna put you
through to the secretary.

Right. Bye.

Mr. Witter?

Yeah, Liz, what you got for me?

There's a call for you

on line one. I think it's...

Ok, thank you.

Hello. Pacey Witter. What can I
do...

Hey, how you doing?

Ok, uh, what hospital are you
guys at?

Ok. I'll be there soon Mom. Bye.

Dr. Kelly to O.R. One.

Doug, Doug, hey. Where is he?

They just took him
down for some tests,

but he's up, Pace.
He's walking at least.

Ok.

I sent everyone else home.

Mom was exhausted,
and I don't blame her.

Is this his room here?

Yeah. Yeah.
They're gonna be right back.

Uh, Dougie,
what's with the old guy?

Is that the waiting room
for the morgue or what?

Pacey, just have a seat, will
you?

Why didn't you guys get him
a private room?

Look, we tried, ok? They were
full.

There wasn't exactly
time to argue over this.

Well, there's time now, isn't
there?

What kind of tests is he having
anyhow?

Just routine tests, Pacey.

Was it a heart attack?

No, not exactly.

It's what they call
an exaggerated arrhythmia.

I don't understand much about

the whole medical science...

Well, who can I find around here
who does know

what the hell they're talking
about?

You know what, Pacey?

I'd love to sit and walk you

through this whole thing.

In fact, that's kind
of what I intended,

but you don't get
to blow in here

and accuse me of not knowing

what I'm talking about

since I've been here all day.

Hey, Doug, I'd have
been here sooner

if you would've
called me sooner.

Well I'm sorry,
but we were kind of busy.

I was trying to keep
our mother and sisters

from having a nervous breakdown

while we watched our father

being rushed off in an
ambulance.

So I'm sorry if things
aren't up to snuff here

for the Wall Street wannabe,

but some of us
were concentrating

on more important things,

like the fact Dad survived.

So...

Any questions?

Todd Carr's the guy who really

directed the film, right?

Yeah. Yeah. He directed
everything.

Except for,
except for the ending, actually,

which is pretty
drastically different...

Todd Carr is a director
known for directing

gratuitous, fleshy, music videos

and the occasional blood-fest,

but you're more of
a sentimental realist, right?

Is that the word on the street?

I took the opportunity
of showing the

kids some copies of
your early work.

You know, for a little
compare and contrast.

Uh-huh.

So, when faced with
a different style,

patching together
someone else's work,

isn't it a struggle not to

put too much of yourself in?

Fortunately, I'd gotten
to know Todd so well,

we worked on it for so long,

we kind of ended up
having a shared vision.

Do you think that's a good
thing,

given that the film
went straight to cable?

And you didn't go to film
school, right?

No, I didn't.

Uh, Woody Allen dropped out of
NYU,

so, I mean, it's all just how
you want to learn.

- Hey.
- Hi.

Do you have a minute, or 18?

Uh, yeah.

Sure. I'm sorry. What's your
name?

George.

I'd really like to
show you my film.

I hope you don't mind.

Mr. Gold said it might be a
good idea.

Personal stuff.

I'd love to.

Tell you what. Give me ten
minutes,

and then we'll, uh,
we'll watch it in here,

if that's alright with Mr. Gold.

Cool.

Hey, thanks, Mr. Leery.

Please tell me he didn't just
call me "Mister."

My name is Ben, by the way.

He's quite a kid, George.

He thinks he knows a lot.

He must be a handful in the
classroom.

Dawson, waiting six
years for you to

experience all this
was well worth it.

Thanks again.

Oh, please don't.

I can hear myself thinking when

it's this quiet. It scares me.

Well, I'd be scared
too, if I was

supposed to be writing a paper

your father wanted to read
when he got home.

In fact, the same thing has

scared me many-a-time.

What page are you on?

It's all up here.

Right.

Harley, you gotta work with me
here.

I mean, your Dad's
not gonna get any

easier on you if you
keep aggravating him.

Why do you care so much?

Well...

When he loses control over you,

he feels the need to wield his

power over everyone else.

So...

You're a smart girl. I want to

see an intro in a half an hour.

How do you know I'm smart?

Because you're already
bored with life.

Which is only gonna get worse

if you spend your teen years
locked up in here.

So get to it.

Subtle, Patrick. Real subtle.

I'm sorry. I got a
little over-excited

in there with all
your girly things.

I have like, a ski parka in
there, freak.

It still smells like girl.

You do however have to...

This is Patrick.

He's my... Study partner.

And as you can see,
you can do this.

I'll put it in my machine and...

Eighteen minutes a pound

for a pork loin roast...

- or for a leg of lamb...
Coffee.

Or for a roast beef.

Ok. Here's our pork loin roast.

On the top here... Look at this.

Here we have our potatoes
and our beans.

Now, it only uses 1,200 watts...

They moved him.

Yeah. Went ahead
and got him that private room.

Hmm, good for you.

How'd you swing that, slip him
a 20?

Well, that's one way to solve
it, I guess.

Doug, I'm sorry.

I got myself all worked up
on the drive up here

thinking about the
possibilities and...

I appreciate the fact that

you've been here all day.

I am sorry, man.
I was just a little on edge.

You should try having
breakfast with Dad

and see him grab his
chest and fall over.

I mean, have you ever seen him

off-guard one single
day in your life?

No.

No. Not even close.

Which is probably what's so

scary about this whole thing.

I mean...

I spent so long pushing the old

man's buttons in high school,

I forgot there were real

feelings left under there.

Ok, Patrick, if that's even your

real name, let's
see what you got.

Surely, you can
help Harley out of

her little American
Literature rut

since you're her faithful
study pal and all.

Um, I'm actually not technically
in that class.

No, I'm shocked.

Look, Joey, I get it. Boy in
room. Bad.

But it's not like we were in

our skivvies or anything, ok?

Yeah, I mean, girl
like you must've

broken the rules once or twice.

Know what I mean?

No, actually I don't know
what you mean.

Look, Josephine, um, I didn't

mean to cause any trouble.

And I don't want to get in the
middle

of whatever bond you
and Harley got going here.

I'm sure the three of us
can work together.

Not in the way you're thinking,
I'm afraid.

Harley... I've clearly caused
some stress here.

And I respect the responsibility

this woman's taken in your life.

How old exactly do you think I
am?

Well, it's not old
so much as wise, really.

You seem to be a timeless sort.

Pained by the world, but more

beautiful because of it.

That's very deep.

Unfortunately for you, I know

your kind, and you're harmless.

So, you are staying down here

for the rest of the night

and studying for real.

Hey, this is
Joey.

Sorry I missed you,
please leave a message.

Hey, Pace, he's awake.
We can go in now.

Uh, you gotta lay off
the red meat, Mr. Witter.

Hey, boys.

Ah, this must be

your other son, Mr. Witter.

Yeah, this is Pacey, Doc. He's

the one I was telling you about.

Oh.

Yeah, that's me,
the black sheep.

Pleased to meet you, Doc.

Actually, your father
was just going on

and on about how
proud he is of you.

Yeah, who'd have thunk it, huh?

He turned out all right.

Gonna be taking care of all

of us one of these days.

Yeah.

Anyway, how you feeling?
You doing ok?

Thanks for coming, Pace.
It means a lot to me.

I know how busy you are.

I don't mean to break
things up, but

you're still pretty weak, Mr.
Witter.

One kid at a time, ok?

Well, I can just wait outside

until you guys are ready.

No, Pace. I want you to stay.

Come on, sit down.

Ok. Well that's ok. You know,

I've been here all day, right?

So, uh...

Thanks, Dougie.

Alright.

Uh, did you drive down?

Yeah, yeah, I came down
as quick as I could.

Yeah, uh, not much traffic?

No. Who's coming to Capeside?

Yeah, well, you were.

Thanks. I appreciate it.

Thanks. Thanks a lot.

For what?

Your silence speaks volumes.

No offense, George, but you

don't know me well enough

to know what my silence means.

With Mr. Gold, it means
he's trying to formulate

the best possible way
in which to eviscerate me.

What did he say?

Why won't you talk to me about
my film?

Alright, look.

I'm, I'm new at this, George.

I mean...

Do you have any idea
how bizarre it is

to come back to your
old High School

and try and say
something profound

about life on the outside?

No offense, and other
obligatories, but

I'm as ill-suited to
psychoanalyze your

crippling self-doubt
as you apparently

feel you are to
critique my film.

And my Mother serves dinner at
6:00, so...

I'm stalling, George, because I

don't know what to say, alright?

I don't know what to tell you.

I mean, keep going.

You know, your film's good.
It's very good.

Yeah, you got stuff to learn.

I mean, you know...

You could probably
trust yourself

when you go in for shots.

You need to work on continuity,

but other than that, I mean...

The important stuff,
the stuff you can't teach,

is, it's there.

So I'm a natural genius.

There's nothing left for me

in these antiquated halls?

You are so much like me
when I was your age.

Yeah. Mr. Gold said that, too.

Did he?

Well...

Remember this feeling.

George, remember what it was
like

to make a film about
something that you loved.

To have the confidence
to do it your way,

to control your vision,
keep it your own.

I mean, that's...

I miss that.

Yeah. You do sort of have the

stink of a burnout
talent on you.

It's scary.

Yeah, I'm a poster child.
Get out

of here before I rub off on you.

I thought it was good...

Creek Days.

Syrupy sweet
with lame music and all that,

but not too many people
have heart anymore.

You can't lose that, right?

Hope not.

Alright.

Stay in school, keep your

nose clean, don't do sports.

Anyway, I blame your Mother,
Pacey.

She got herself
this new cookbook,

Bacon Makes The world Go 'Round

Well, I guess that's
not the worst

concept I've ever heard of.

It is when the bacon is going

on top of the apple crisp.

I think she's trying to kill me.

Which is really funny

'cause you're the only one in

the family who's got any money.

You know, this stuff is serious.

I mean, if you got
heart problems, Pop,

you really gotta
take care of that.

Calm down.

This is nothing. Just a little

exaggerated arrhythmia.

Hell, you probably got the same
thing.

I don't know what your brother's

getting all worked up about.

Well, I think you gave him
a bit of a scare.

He said you went down pretty
hard.

Ah, he's just looking
for some drama.

He needs to get out more.

He needs to get a life like you.

Listen, it can't be
good for you being

away from the office this much.

Well, I'm pretty sure they'll

understand, given
the circumstances.

What about your clients?

You're my father.

You really would do anything

for me, wouldn't you?

Even after everything,
you're still...

You grew up to be one
of the good guys, Pacey.

I always knew you would.

I should've told you that more
often.

Well, maybe I just
didn't always hear you.

Yeah.

Joey, I noticed you're reading
Don DeLillo.

White Noise is one of my
favorite books.

Really? And when in
your 15 years of

life did you manage
to read this?

I'm 16, actually.

I look younger than I am.

I just got my license. You want
to see?

Will you please shut up?
I'm trying to write.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Joey and I can go
in the other room if you want.

No, we can't...

Patrick, why don't you just
leave?

What's your problem?

Oh, you really have to ask?

I asked you over here to study.

- You and I both know...
- Ok, fine. Whatever.

I asked you over
here to be with me,

not salivate over my babysitter.

I mean, do you have any idea
how gross that is?

Can't believe you still
need a babysitter.

When your parents go out of
town,

don't they make you stay
with the Johnsons?

Yeah, that's just for safety
purposes.

Yeah, so you don't accidentally

choke on your own spittle.

Ok. That's enough
from the both of you.

Can we just forget
about it and move on?

Oh, easy for you to say, Helen.

Excuse me?

You know, the face that launched

a thousand ships and all that.

Get people all riled up and then

go knit somewhere in solitude.

Ok. I think you're mixing up
your epics.

The point is, my boyfriend is

blatantly flirting with you.

Would you really call it that?

Since when am I your boyfriend?

Ugh! I hate you so much right
now.

I hate you with the burning

passion of a thousand STDs.

We haven't had the talk.

No, how could we?

Whenever I try to be
serious with you,

you, like, turn into
some freak of nature

and you do stuff like this.

Like what?

Like staring at Joey all night.

Like selling me out in homeroom

when we were both late.

Like not agreeing
to go to the dance

with me until Lauren
Riley said no.

Ok. The homeroom thing

was because I was trying

to save your reputation.

And the Lauren thing
was purely defensive.

And... I got scared.

I don't know. I was just...

Keeping my options open.

Options. Yeah, well, take me

off your list of options.

That should make things so much

easier for your
tortured, assy soul.

I probably shouldn't have said

that thing about the options.

To begin with.

Hey, there you are. Dougie,

Dad's ready to see you now.

Yeah, that's ok.

Uh, actually, the
nurse said they're

gonna be shutting
down visiting hours

in about 20 minutes,
so we got to get a move on.

Did he ask for me?

What, like did he send for you?

Doug, we're talking
about our Father

here, not the king of England.

He knows we're both here to see
him.

I love the amount of knowledge

you've acquired on Dad

in the hour that you've been
here.

You're starting to throw

around paternal references

like they're going out of style.

Well, you've always
been more up on

high fashion than I have been...

Just don't even start, Pacey,
for once.

I mean, I know you're
all on your game

since dear old Dad's
given you the nod...

Ok, look. Hold on.
What is it that you

actually want to
talk to me about?

Because, from my way of seeing
things,

you and I are just two brothers

trying to take care
of our family.

No, Pacey. I'm the one

taking care of the family.

I'm the one who's been taking

care of the family for years.

Oh, now, Doug, don't you

dare get righteous on me.

You cannot lord your
resentment over

me because that was your choice.

Yeah, I do happen to make
choices.

I know that's a
foreign concept to

somebody who plays
musical careers.

How did we get here?
Am I stepping

on your turf or something?

Are you the only member of the
family

who's allowed to be
caring and compassionate?

What did you expect me to do,
Doug?

Just chomp on my cigar on

the other end of the phone

and cut a check for
the man's funeral?

I'm a member of this family.

Yeah, conveniently.

I mean, that's the way it is

with you lately, isn't it?

You know, you just swoop

in with your fancy gifts.

You just pull the wool over the

whole Witter family's' eyes.

And then you're out.

And everybody forgets.

Forgets what?

That I'm the family failure?
Am I

just never supposed to grow up?

Am I not allowed to want things?

Oh, no, we all want
things, Pacey.

Believe me, we all want things.

Nobody would deny you that.

Then what?

I'm just not supposed to get
them.

So, ultimately,
this is not about our Father.

Which is kind of pathetic, Doug,

considering the condition that

that man is in right now.

This is about you wanting

to see my face everyday

and know that you're still the

good son, that you're top dog.

Well, that's just sad.

Dougie, I miss the daily

beatings as much as you do,

but I had to leave sometime.

Pacey, don't make
this a celebration

of your retreat from Capeside.

I'm not! Man, listen
to yourself speak.

I came here to see
you, to see him.

And you know what? He knows

it, and he appreciates it.

Perhaps he's even happy to know

that the son he ignored for

the better part of his life

is not gonna hold
a grudge against

him until the day he dies.

In a strange way, this might

even be a good thing.

Yeah, you know what?
It is a good thing, Pacey.

It's all yours, little brother.

You know what? It's all yours.

Enjoy it while it lasts.

Harley, come on. You're

blowing this way
out of proportion.

Yeah, come on, Harley.

This probably isn't the last

time I'll incur your wrath.

And I mean that in the best way
possible.

Have you ever had a girlfriend?

Was that bad?
She likes it when we fight.

Maybe that's because
that's the only form

of communication you
seem capable of.

I'm capable of other forms...

I think.

Look, Joey,
Harley's way smarter than I am.

I tried the so-called
normal thing

with her once, and
it wasn't pretty.

I was complimenting her,
and I felt all sweaty.

I was a freakin' mess.

You know, despite what you've

been trained to think,

the sweaty palms and such is

actually pretty endearing.

Harley!

Yeah, it's endearing for five
seconds.

And then she'll look
at Peter Garran

and be smitten with
his unavailability

and his freakish height,
and I'll be history.

If I keep up with
the witty abuse,

at least I'll be the funny one.

That's true.
Oh, my God. It is true.

You guys are all the same.

Joey, you've got,
you've got some anger.

You've been hurt.

Maybe you've lost someone.

In case you haven't noticed, so
have you.

Harley!

I never could've held onto

a firecracker like her.

Maybe I need someone who's

more settled in her ways.

An older woman, if you know
what I mean.

You and me?

It's not gonna happen.

And, look, Harley is this great,

sassy girl who, if she's smart,

will never speak to you again.

You slay me, Joey.

The only thing I want to do to

you is give you some advice.

Walk away right now.

Don't ever mention me again.

Go home and strum your guitar,

or whatever it is you do,

and then dream up some fantastic

gesture to get this girl back.

And never think that there is
one day

when you have to stop doing

that sort of a thing,

because that's the
worst thing a guy

can do is to give up the chase.

And Patrick, Patrick!

Patrick...

Be realistic.
If I wasn't such a nice girl,

I would've laughed
in your face and

called you "Junior"
the second I met you.

Then why didn't you?

Because you remind me of
somebody I know.

Now get out of here
before I remember

everything that pissed
me off about him

when I was your age.

We might never speak again...

I know. I'm crying
on the inside.

Good-bye, Junior.

Harley.

Come on, it's just me.

Please?

Hey.

I just wanted to
stop by before they

close up shop, see how you feel.

I feel like I could use a
scotch.

Other than that, I'm fine.

Well, I was thinking maybe I

could stop by in the morning.

Before I head back to Boston,
if that's alright?

Yeah.

And, uh, Dougie, maybe I'll see

you back at the house, huh?

Yeah, maybe.

Good night, guys.

Uh, Pacey...

Thanks for getting me this
private room.

No, that wasn't me.
Doug took care of the room.

Good seeing you, Pop.
Feel better.

Harley!

Hope I didn't put a damper
on your evening.

Sounds like you two were

having a swell old time.

You and I are mildly
acquainted, correct?

Yeah, whatever.

I wouldn't go after your guy.

It's just not kosher.

Ok, look. I know you wouldn't
go for Patrick.

You're a girl's girl and all
that.

And he wouldn't go after me.

He was just doing what they do,

which is testing the limits.

I get that, Joey.

I know that half the time

Patrick's just testing me.

What I don't get is
why would he test something

that's already on shaky ground
to begin with?

I mean, he started messing with
my psyche

before we even figured out

if we were together or not.

Was it this hard for you in
high school?

Of course.

I mean, but everything's 20/20
in hindsight.

You know, now all
of the problems

that Pacey and I had seem petty,

and all the obstacles
that Dawson and

I went through just
seem unnecessary.

Dude, how many boyfriends did
you have?

It's not as racy as it sounds.

Well...

Ok, so how do I skip the middle
part?

Like, if you could tell yourself

something back then,
what would it be?

I've been wondering lately

why things were different.

You know, why I could talk to

Eddie without being scared.

And, you know, when you're 16
years old,

so many of your choices
are motivated by fear.

You know, like, one wrong move

and the world is gonna end.

And maybe that's what it is.

Maybe it's just about...

I don't know,
taking a deep breath and...

Forgiving yourself
for yesterday's mistakes.

You know, you're gonna

walk into school tomorrow,

and you're gonna want
to punch Patrick's face,

but he might just say something

that makes you change your mind.

Hear it, Harley.

So...

Don't be afraid to move forward.

If all of this is about Eddie,

why didn't you follow him
across the country?

'Cause it's not just about him.

It's...

It's about me and...

What I'm ready for.

What are you ready for?

That, young lady,
is none of your business.

Your Father's gonna be home
soon,

and I don't think I saw
too much essay writing

happening during the histrionics
down there.

Ok, ok. God, when is this

battle-axe thing ever gonna end?

I mean, you're becoming highly
unpleasant.

Never. I'm honing my
wench skills. Chop-chop!

Pacey?

Dawson.

Hey, what are you doing here,
man?

Uh, long story.

At the moment, bringing
in some firewood.

What are you doing here?

Uh...

Well, I was in town, so I

wanted to check on your mom,

see how the repairs are going.

Wow, that's... Thank you.

Yeah.

You alright?

Yeah, I'm fine, but I checked

my Dad into the hospital today.

Oh, my God. Is he ok?

Yeah, he'll be ok. It was a...

Heart condition of some sort,

but he's gonna get out in the

morning, so he'll be alright.

But, uh, you know...

No matter how tough you think
your Dad is,

uh, it's a little
disconcerting seeing

him lying there all vulnerable.

Yeah, turn your whole world
upside-down.

Yeah.

Which is probably what made me
think of you.

And...

Probably a lot
of what brought me out here.

It's...

I just, I wasn't ready for
that, you know.

I...

It's the first time
in a long time I just...

I wanted to curl up
and be a kid and

let somebody else
take care of it.

I know what you mean.

I don't know when this happened.

When I became the one who made

sure the house was warm enough,

and you became the one
who checks up on repairs.

I do not know, but sometimes

I feel like I've been

playing the part, wearing the

suit for so long, that...

I may have forgotten how I got

there in the first place.

Yeah. I know you deal
with this more than I do,

but some kid called me "Sir"
today.

What is that?
- I know. It's strange.

Every time I hear "Mr. Witter,"

I look over my shoulder.

Who called you sir?

This kid in my...

I almost said this
kid in my class.

I went to Capeside High today.

What, in your mind?

Almost.

Uh, no. I went to go talk to Mr.

Gold's film class.

Get out of here.

Really?

I guess that's what they call

coming full circle, huh?

Yeah.

Yeah, I went there.

I was supposed to talk
about where I am now

and the glamour of the real

world and all that, but...

It was weird, Pace. I was

watching this kid's film today,

and all I could think was,

"I don't know anything."

Or maybe I did,

and I just lost it somewhere
along the way.

Yeah, I know what you mean.

Phew.

Being here...

Being at the High School,

all these ghosts around me,

I just, wanna go back.
I wanna start over.

Do things the right way.

Yeah.

Yeah. I'd like the time back.

But I wouldn't have it the way
it was.

I just want to pinpoint
that moment in your life

where everything goes wrong.

I'm thinking it was
probably puberty for me.

I could skip that, too.

But if you didn't have all the

great loves of your life,

you wouldn't have anything

to make your movies about.

True.

Except now that I actually have

enough distance from all that,

and I can actually say something

about the loves of my life,

I can't afford to make movies.

Afford?

Those are the people I cater to,
my friend.

Come on. I'm a wizard of high
finance.

Right, right, right.

I'm the kind of person you prey
on.

Sentimental losers with 10-cent
dreams.

More like 10,000,
but who's counting, right?

I'm sorry, but...

You're just freaking me
out there, Mr. Witter.

Alright, we can talk about

that some other time, sir.

Alright.

Listen, I just made some coffee.

Do you want to come in and

sit down for a little while?

It's been a long day.

Yeah. Yeah, I'd love that, man.

Hey

you've reached my cellphone,

sorry I missed you, leave
a message at the beep.

Hi, it's me.

So, I thought that I
would have an answer

when I picked up the
phone, but I didn't.

And then I thought
I would think of something

as I was talking, but,

No such luck.

Um... Pace...

I think the problem is trying

to figure this out alone.

I, I think that maybe we
should...

Do it together, you know?

And...

You know how they say if you

could do it all over again,

what would you change?

Well...

I'd probably change a lot of
things.

But I'm also really lucky

that I have the chance.

And...

I guess what I'm saying is

that I'm not gonna look at you

and think of everything
that happened. I'm...

I'm gonna look at you and think

of everything that could.

Call me.

Bye.