Cut to Capeside, at the Potter’s B&B.
PACEY: So when the lights went up, I thought people were gonna start crying. Heck, I almost did. Not that I cry at movies or anything…
On the other side of the kitchen table, Gretchen laughs.
GRETCHEN: One word,
PACEY: Bambi!
PACEY: That is never to be repeated, remember?
Bessie walks in, picking up Pacey’s empty plate.
BESSIE: Wish I could have been there. Joey says it was really something.
PACEY: Oh, it was. She’d have come down herself, but she was gone for a few days. Got a lot of homework to catch up on and all that.
GRETCHEN: So…what’s it like being a big-time Hollywood producer?
Pacey scoffs.
PACEY: Please. But you’re still avoiding the issue, Gretch. Doug still bothering you?
She sighs.
GRETCHEN: He’s calmed down a lot. I think you telling him off got to him or something. Not really speaking to us, though.
PACEY: Eh, give him time. He’ll come around.
Pacey gets up.
PACEY: And with that, I’m off. Say ‘hi’ to dad for me.
Bessie hands Pacey a box.
BESSIE: Give this to Joey, will you?
Pacey shakes the box.
PACEY: A pressie? And you didn’t get anything for me? I’m hurt.
Bessie crosses her arms, smirking.
BESSIE: Bye, Witter.
Pacey heads towards the door, stopping for a moment. He sees Alexander and Lily playing in the living room.
PACEY: Sorry, kids. Uncle Pacey’s gotta leave.
Lily looks up at him. She’s wearing a pink dress, and a familiar-looking necklace that seems out of place with it.
LILY: Hat.
She points at Pacey’s Sundace cap…a souvenir from the festival.
PACEY: Yeah, it is.
LILY: Want hat!
Pacey’s face falls.
PACEY: It’s kinda mine.
Lily gets upset. She crosses her arms in protest.
LILY: Want hat!
Pacey sighs, and gives it to her. She smiles proudly, and puts it on.
PACEY: (mumbling) She’s a Leery…of course she wants to get her way…
Then he exits.
*****
Cut to Worthington University.
In the hallway, Dawson and Joey are kissing, as people walk back and forth trying to get to class.
JOEY: You know, with the movie done, technically you’re not supposed to be here.
DAWSON: Meh…maybe I’ll register.
Joey laughs, and then kisses him again.
JOEY: Are you kidding? Remember how hard it was for me to get in?
Dawson raises an eyebrow.
DAWSON: Oh, so you think you’re smarter than me, huh?
Joey grins.
JOEY: Well duh!
They kiss again. However, they are soon interrupted by the sound of someone clearing his voice.
HETSON: Miss Potter? You are planning to get to class, aren’t you?
They break apart.
DAWSON: I didn’t hear anything, did you?
Joey laughs. Heston sighs.
JOEY: I’ll see you tonight.
Joey goes inside the classroom, as Hetson gives Dawson a look.
DAWSON: What?
HETSON: I could have you ‘escorted’ off the premises. You know that, don’t you?
DAWSON: True. But then I’d have to go complain to your girlfriend. We wouldn’t want that.
Hetson goes into his class, grumbling.
Dawson, on the other hand, takes his leave.
*****
Cut to somewhere in Boston. Chris’ face falls as his resume is handed back to him.
MANAGER: Sorry, Mr. Wolfe. We’re looking for someone with a bit more experience.
Chris sighs.
*****
Cut to a restaurant.
MANAGER: Maybe if you had more experience…
Chris looks at him angrily…
*****
And at a movie theatre…
MANAGER: Experience…
*****
…a pizza parlour…
MANAGER: …some more experience…
*****
…and again…
MANAGER: Someone else who…
*****
…and again…
MANAGER: …who has more experience…
*****
Cut to the dorm room. Chris slumps down on the bed.
CHRIS: I can’t take this! Who knew finding a job would be so hard. It’s not like I’m a dropout or anything…I go to school!
Audrey sighs, and wraps her arms around her.
CHRIS: I think dad’s sabotaging me or something…
She scoffs.
AUDREY: That’s being paranoid.
CHRIS: I am past paranoia right now.
AUDREY: Sure you don’t wanna try Hell’s Kitchen?
CHRIS: Already did. They wanted someone with more experience.
AUDREY: Ugh. I so liked that place better when Emma was running things.
Chris gets up off the bed, pacing around.
CHRIS: I’ve been thinking of trying a ‘mower’ technique.
Audrey raises an eyebrow.
AUDREY: ‘Mower’?
CHRIS: You know how some kids offer to mow their neighbour’s lawn?
AUDREY: Kinda early for that.
CHRIS: No…I mean just the technique.
Audrey thinks.
AUDREY: Ok, I get it. Manual labour, right? So, what you going to do?
Chris smiles.
*****
Cut to Creek Side Pictures.
Pacey pulls up in the driveway, and gets out of the car. He doesn’t go more than a few steps before he notices something two houses down.
It’s Chris, paintbrush in hand, on the side of one of the houses.
CHRIS: Hey, Witter!
Pacey does a double take.
PACEY: What are you doing?
Chris shrugs.
CHRIS: I’m working! What does it look like?
Pacey walks over to the house.
PACEY: Chris Wolfe doing manual labour? My mouth drops.
CHRIS: Not as far-fetched as the ultimate slacker wearing a business suit.
Pacey grins.
PACEY: We try not to talk about that.
CHRIS: What? No pride with the fact that you proved every since sentient being in Capeside High wrong?
Pacey shakes his head.
PACEY: Better hope I don’t tell Jack and Dawson and you ripped off their idea.
CHRIS: Eh, get lost Pacey!
Pacey laughs, and heads back to the house.
*****
Cut to inside.
PACEY: Honey, I’m home! Always wanted to say that.
Andie giggles, and kisses him.
ANDIE: What’d you bring me?
Pacey puts up his hand, indicating for her to wait a moment. Quickly, he pulls out a small box.
PACEY: One word: fudge!
Andie raises an eyebrow.
ANDIE: You bring me chocolate? A bit early?
PACEY: Better early than late, I always way. Bessie sent this huge friggin box for Joey. I’m going to have to bring that down there. Wonder what it is.
At that moment, Dawson walks in the front door.
DAWSON: Hey, did anyone else know that Chris…
Pacey sighs.
PACEY: Saw him there two minutes ago, Dawson.
Dawson shakes his head in amazement, and laughs.
PACEY: Oh, by the way…your sister stole my hat!
Dawson grins.
DAWSON: That is so like her.
PACEY: Glad someone is amused by this.
Dawson notices the large box on the floor.
DAWSON: What’s in there?
PACEY: Don’t know. Bessie told me to give it to Joey.
A smile appears on Andie’s face.
ANDIE: Wanna look inside?
Dawson quickly shakes his head.
DAWSON: No way! I learned a long time ago not to snoop through Joey’s things.
PACEY: Oh yeah…the whole diary thing?
Andie gasps.
ANDIE: You read Joey’s diary? When?
PACEY: Remember my sixteenth birthday? The one where you gave me the eight ball? Well, genius here decided to get some reading done…
ANDIE: Oh…guess everyone was mad at you that day, huh? Sucks to be you!
Dawson smirks.
*****
Cut back to the dorm. Audrey is still inside when Joey walks in.
JOEY: Ugh…short story time.
Audrey looks at her.
AUDREY: You have to read a short story?
JOEY: No…I have to write a short story. By tomorrow!
Audrey’s eyes go wide.
AUDREY: Well, if school was easy, everyone would be doing it.
Joey gives her a look.
AUDREY: I’m just saying…
Joey sighs.
AUDREY: Well, you have any ideas?
A small smile appears on Joey’s face.
JOEY: I might.
She goes over to her computer, and turns it on.
JOEY: I had this dream last night. It was kinda vivid, but I might be able to remember some of it.
She opens the word processor, and begins to write.