Cut to Joey’s dorm.

Joey sits at her desk, typing, when she hears a knock on the door.

JOEY: It’s open.

Dawson enters.

DAWSON: Hey, what’s up?

Joey saves her work.

JOEY: Just finished chapter five.

Dawson grins.

DAWSON: Can I see it?

She shakes her head.

JOEY: All good things come to those who wait. What’d you bring?

Dawson holds up the paper bag in his hand.

DAWSON: I’ve got panzarotti. They’re like pizza, only folded.

Joey rolls her eyes.

JOEY: I know what it is, Dawson. You had better bought dipping sauce!

DAWSON: You know me better than that.

They walk over to the bed.

JOEY: So? How’s Pacey doing?

DAWSON: You want the truth or what you want to hear?

Joey cringes.

JOEY: That bad, huh?

DAWSON: He’s gone shut in.

JOEY: Shut in?

DAWSON: That thing when he pretends nothing’s wrong, when in truth everything’s wrong.

JOEY: You have a name for that?

Dawson nods.

JOEY: Well, hopefully this whole thing blows over soon and we can get back to a semblance of normalcy.

Dawson gives her a look.

JOEY: What?

DAWSON: Jo, someone tried to kill him.

Joey half-smiles.

JOEY: You actually believe that?

DAWSON: Don’t you?

JOEY: Dawson, this is just Pacey being paranoid. It was a fuel leak or something.

DAWSON: Just because you’re paranoid doesn’t mean somebody isn’t out to get you.

Joey looks back at him.

JOEY: Can we just…not talk about this? Death isn’t exactly one of my favourite subjects.

Dawson nods.

DAWSON: Ok.

They sit down to eat.

*****

Cut to Hell’s kitchen.

Chris is sitting at the table, going over some notes he’s scribbled down.

Audrey brings him a coffee, and sits down.

AUDREY: There…just the way you like it.

CHRIS: Mmm-hmmm…

Chris doesn’t look at her. He just continues to examine the papers.

CHRIS: Ok, check this out. Police sources say there was no visible tampering with the fuel line.

AUDREY: So?

CHRIS: So, that means this wasn’t an accident. Not only that, but it was very professionally done. As near as I can tell, the trigger was in the ignition, and…

AUDREY: Chris?

Chris finally looks at her.

CHRIS: Yeah?

AUDREY: Can you just cool it? As much of a turn-on as you playing junior detective is, you’re becoming as obsessed as Pacey.

CHRIS: He could be in danger.

AUDREY: If it’s all the same, I’d rather you not be in danger.

Chris sighs.

CHRIS: You’re probably right. Sorry.

She smiles, but doesn’t notice the look in Chris’ eyes. As if he’s thinking of something else.

*****

Cut to Capeside.

Pacey enters the Leery’s kitchen. Gale is sitting at the table, drinking coffee.

GALE: Morning, Pacey.

PACEY: Morning Mrs. Leery. Andie around?

GALE: She went out. Said she was going to go see her father.

Pacey nods, understanding.

PACEY: That’s good.

GALE: Did you consider following her example?

Pacey sighs.

PACEY: Consider, yes. Actually go ahead with it, no.

GALE: Your father’s a police officer. If anyone can help you, it’s him.

PACEY: Don’t know if you realize this, but I don’t have what you’d call a sane relationship with my family.

GALE: All the more reason for you to start, isn’t it?

Pacey doesn’t answer.

*****

Cut to elsewhere

Pacey stands outside the Witter house, contemplating whether or not to enter. Finally, after several minutes, he gathers his nerve and knocks on the door.

A moment later it opens, and a shocked Doug is staring at him.

DOUG: You?!? Well, this just completes my day.

PACEY: Is dad here?

*****

Cut to Rich’s office.

RICH: Ladies and gentlemen…I’ll cut right to the chase.

He marches back and forth, surveying the newcomers seated at the table.

RICH: I’m not here to baby you, or give you handouts. Simply put, you’re here because you believe you have a chance to make it in this business. By the end of the day, we’ll know for sure.

He takes a look out the window, and smiles.

RICH: I will tell you this, though. With a lot of hard work, and a little luck, I will make you all rich.

The camera pans over the ‘new recruits’, unless it falls on a familiar face.

CHRIS: When do we start?

Act 3