The Bostonians

[Worthington – Joey's English class. As Professor Wilder reads Joey's paper, the camera reminds us about the end kiss from Season 4.]

Wilder: (reading) And then, just like that they were kissing. She didn't know how they got there. She had no idea. The thought of kissing this boy hadn't crossed her mind in years, which was weird, because once upon a time, that was all she ever thought about. And then, just like that, it was over. He coughed, she shuffled her feet... And she laughed to herself. It had been one of those moments, one of those moments where you shuck your status as mere mortal and achieve, however briefly, true greatness. She had shared many such moments with this boy, but now he was leaving and... Nothing would ever be the same again. (addressing the class) So, what do we think of Joey's story, guys? Alex?

Alex: Incredibly banal.

Wilder: Tell us how you really feel, Alex. Wow!

Alex: It's a hallmark card about a high school crush. Who cares?

Girl: Well, I thought it was brilliant. The way that she described the moment leading up to the kiss, I was right there with her. It's like Joyce Carol Oates meets...Judy Blume.

Alex: You say that like it's a good thing.

Wilder: Hey, let's not knock Judy Blume. Without her, my younger self would never have been able to decode the random acts of madness perpetrated by that marvelous creature known as the teenage girl. So, Miss Potter, I've got some good news and I've got some bad news. The good news is... Class is over. Today's torture has come to an end.

Joey: The bad news?

Wilder: You are obviously a writer... (He tosses her paper on her desk with a bright red “C” on the cover.) Which means the torture has just begun. (addressing the class) All right, everybody, I will see you next week. Alex, you're up next! I can hardly wait.

[Hallway – after class. Joey rushes after Wilder who is walking down the stairwell.]

Joey: Professor Wilder.

Wilder: You don't like that "C" very much, do you, Joey?

Joey: No, I don't. In fact, I hate it, and I was wondering if there's anything I can do to make that "C" a little bit less of a "C"?

Wilder: Absolutely. You can rewrite it.

Joey: How can I do that?

Wilder: This boy of yours, does he exist in reality?

Joey: He does, actually. He's coming for a visit this weekend.

Wilder: Ah, perfect

Joey: Why is that perfect?

Wilder: Well, it'll help you fix your story

Joey: Fix it? I don't even know what's wrong with it.

Wilder: The problem with your story, Joey Potter, is that it ends at the very moment it should begin. (Joey watches as Wilder crosses the courtyard. She contemplates what he said.)

[Boston – Joey is going for a run. She is wearing her cell phone on her belt. As her phone rings, she stops and answers it.]

Joey: Hello?

Dawson: Hey, it's me.

Joey: Hey! You at the airport?

Dawson: Um, not exactly. No. You want the good news or the bad news first?

Joey: Uh-oh, not again.

Dawson: Huh?

Joey: Nothing. What is it?

Dawson: Well, remember the internship I was telling you about?

Joey: With that director? You got it?!

Dawson: I did.

Joey: Dawson, that's great! I'm so happy for you. That means you can't come for the weekend.

Dawson: I start today.

Joey: That sucks.

Dawson: I know, I was kinda... Looking forward to seeing you.

Joey: Kind of?

Dawson: You know what I mean.

Joey: Well, I was kinda looking forward to seeing you, too.

Dawson: There's always next weekend.

Joey: Which will probably turn into next month.

Dawson: Or next year.

Joey: Before you know it, it'll be a christmas card every now and then... When your wife remembers.

Dawson: We should probably just say good-bye forever right now.

Joey: Yeah, might as well.

Dawson: Drama queen.

Joey: I know. Um... Well, listen, good luck today.

Dawson: Thanks. And, uh... I'll call you sometime over the weekend.

Joey: Bye.

[Hollywood – Dawson approaches the gates to a movie studio. A security guard exits his booth and approaches Dawson.]

Guard: Good morning, son.

Dawson: Good morning. I'm here for an internship.

Guard: Is that right? You have an appointment?

Dawson: Today's my first day.

Guard: First day. Are you nervous?

Dawson: Uh, no. Not, uh... Well, I--yeah.

Guard: What's your last name?

Dawson: Leery. L-double-e-r-Y. (a car pulls up and honks. Dawson moves out of the way and the gate opens. It continues inside.)

Guard: Do you know where you're going, Mr. Dawson Leery?

Dawson: Absolutely no idea.

Guard: Straight back, 2 lefts, and a right.

Dawson: Ok. Thanks.

Guard: Dawson... Try not to get lost in there.

[Boston – Jack and Jen are getting coffee from a cart.]

Jen: Where do you want to sit?

Jack: Probably sit over here. (a football comes flying past them) Whoa!

Jen: Heads up.

Jack: Ooh. College guys are hot.

Jen: Give me the phone.

Jack: Why?

Jen: 'Cause I'm calling Tobey and telling him you said that.

Jack: I can look.

Jen: Yeah, but you cannot touch. I like Tobey. Tobey's good people.

Jack: Yeah, I like Tobey, too. It just so happens that we're kinda doomed to the loneliness of a long-distance relationship at the moment.

Jen: Well, that's still better than the loneliness of the no-distance relationship. That doesn't make any sense, does it?

Jack: No, no, it didn't. Look, you need to get some, and soon, all right, before you achieve born-again virgin status.

Jen: Jack.

Jack: What? Jen, I'm serious. It's been far too long. The last guy you were with was Henry. That means last year was a total wash for you.

Jen: Tell me about it.

Jack: You know you're a lot more fun when you're with a guy. Watching you twist yourself up into these little knots of anxiety, it's highly entertaining.

Jen: Thanks. That's good to know.

Jack: It's not in a—(another football comes flying at them. Jack catches it as a guy comes running over) oh, heads up!

Jen: My goodness!

Jack: (to the guy) Nice throw.

Guy1: Thanks, man. (he turns to leave, but comes back) Hey, um, there's a party tonight over at the Sigma Ep house. You guys should go. Everything's free. Punch, beers, shots, everything.

Jack: Cool! Yeah, we'll be there.

Jen: (Jen makes a sign with her hand as the guy leaves) Rock on, dude. (to Jack) "Cool! We'll be there"?

Jack: Yeah. Yeah, it'll be fun. You might meet someone.

Jen: Yeah, right. Like I'm gonna meet the love of my life at a college frat party?

Jack: You didn't think that guy was hot?

Jen: Sure, in a dumb-guy-with-a-dream kinda way.

Jack: (thinks about this) Nicely put.

[Worthington – Joey's dorm. Joey sits at her desk studying. Half of the room is a mess, while Joey's side is spotless. A blonde girl, Audrey walks in.]

Audrey: Joey!

Joey: Audrey.

Audrey: Can I ask my favorite roommate in the whole wide world the hugest of all possible favors?

Joey: Sure. As long as it doesn't involve me leaving this room. (Audrey makes a face. Joey turns to look at her.) It involves me leaving this room, doesn't it?

Audrey: Zach is here.

Joey: Where?

Audrey: Outside.

Joey: The one with the tattoo of his frat on his ankle?

Audrey: No. That was Tom.

Joey: What happened to Tom?

Audrey: Bad kisser. H.O.B.

Joey: H.O.B.?

Audrey: Hair on back. Gross!

Joey: Audrey.

Audrey: Joey.

Joey: We can't go on like this.

Audrey: Couldn't you just maybe go to the library for a little while?

Joey: Do you have any idea how much time I've spent sexiled in the library already this semester? It's barely October.

Audrey: Please? Pretty please and just so you know, I'm totally planning on making myself scarce once your beau gets here.

Joey: First of all, he's not my beau. And second of all, he's not coming.

Audrey: Dunston's not coming—

Joey: Dawson!

Audrey: Right.

Joey: Something came up.

Audrey: Hey... Do you need me right now, because if you need me, I will totally get rid of Zach. I mean, you may not be aware of this yet, but I'm pretty awesome like that.

Joey: That's okay. (she gathers her books) I have to go talk to Professor Wilder anyway.

Wilder: And that's what you're wearing?

Joey: What's that supposed to mean?

Wilder: Joey! Professor Wilder is gorgeous!

Joey: Audrey, I'm going to see him about a paper. Not to hit on him. (she leaves)

[Worthington – The hall outside Wilder's office. A huge line of girls spans all the way down the hall towards the exit of the building. Joey walks in and sees the line in shock. She talks to a girl at the end of the line.]

Joey: Is this all for Professor Wilder?

Girl: Mmm-hmm. And worth every minute if you ask me.

(Joey turns to leave and exits the building. As she starts to walk across campus, she sees Wilder climbing out of his office window. Joey stops and waits for him.)

Wilder: Busted.

Joey: What are you doing?

Wilder: Escaping the hordes. You don't understand, I could be there for hours.

Joey: Must be nice.

Wilder: What do you mean?

Joey: Having freshman girls swoon over you all the time.

Wilder: Oh, don't worry. I go home and have the wife and kid bitch me out for a couple of hours. Keeps me grounded. So I presume you wanted to see me?

Joey: Yeah, I wanted to ask you about my story.

Wilder: If you must. If you must ruin a perfectly glorious day with a question about school work. Go right ahead.

Joey: Well, you said that the story should start where it ended but the problem is nothing happened after that. The two people just went their separate ways.

Wilder: Doesn't matter. Where do you want the story to go? You see, writing is about making choices, Joey. You copped out. You stopped before you had to make a choice. Yeah, I mean, I don't even know what the kiss meant.

Joey: It was just a kiss.

Wilder: Well that doesn't mean anything to me. Make a choice. What was it? Was it friendly, was it passionate? Was it, I want to lay you down on the nearest flat surface and do ungodly things to you, or was it goodbye? (he walks off, leaving Joey to think.)

[Hollywood – Dawson walks into the building he's supposed to be interning for. The receptionist, Ashley, rushes out of the room calling over her shoulder.]

Ashley: I'll be right back!

Heather: (walking in) Hey you! (she double kisses Dawson on the cheeks)

Dawson: Hi.

Heather: Oh God, they said you were young but I had no idea! Weren't you at (restaurant name, I missed)? No? Café Deartist thing with Greg and Mickey and those UTA guys? No? Okay, forget it. We don't know each other. Come in. Something to drink?

Dawson: Water.

Heather: (yelling down the hall) Water! (they sit at a table) So… I gotta tell you. You are a fantastic writer.

Dawson: Really? How can you tell?

Heather: It's my job, sweety. It's what I do.

Dawson: Okay. I wanted to tell you, I'm a huge fan of Todd's. Especially his music videos. What he did with Janet Jackson…

Heather: Amazing! Todd is an f'ing genius! Thee leading visual of his time, I think. The videos were a great stepping stone, but now we're all about features. He's shooting Damage Inc. on the lot right now.

Dawson: Right, that comes out next summer, right?

Heather: Yeah, that's right. And it's my job to find him his next gig. I'm trying to talk him into doing a feature version of 7th Heaven.

Dawson: The TV show?

Heather: Yes. What do you think?

Dawson: Uhh, I think that's kinda… weird.

Heather: Exactly. The plan is to do it with more of a serious edge. Like what they did with the Brady Bunch movie. And that's where you come in.

Dawson: I don't get it.

Heather: David, your sample was perfect. You have just the right voice for this project.

Dawson: Dawson.

Heather: Excuse me?

Dawson: My name is Dawson.

Heather: Dawson Hartley.

Dawson: Dawson Leery.

Heather: Who's Dawson Hartley?

Dawson: I have no idea.

Heather: (looking confused, then recognition) Oh! Oh, Dawson Leery! Right. Right. (confused again) What have I read of yours?

Dawson: Probably just my resume.

Heather: (as Ashley walks past the room) Ashley?

Ashley: Uh-huh?

Heather: Who is this?

Ashley: The new intern. (Dawson smiles at Heather sheepishly.)

[Grams House – kitchen. Jack, Jen and Joey sit around the kitchen island. They are discussing Pacey.]

Jack: How about Bora Bora? What do you know about Bora Bora?

Jen: Is Bora Bora in the Caribbean?

Joey: No, (sounds like she says French Malaysia).

Jack: Maybe he's gone Kurtz.

Joey: Kurtz? Brando, Apocalypse Now?

Jack: Yeah! Leader of this rag tag band of ex-patriots from some tropical island you can't find on the map.

Jen: Or maybe he's back in Capeside. Or Boston.

Joey: Well, wherever Pacey is, I hope he's happy. And if I'm lucky, Audrey is just about finished with her latest conquest.

Jen: Sounds like that girl has a really promising future in porn.

Jack: (I make this noise all the time!) Barm chicka barm barm, barm!

Joey: You know what? You guys laugh. But it's true. I open the door and I never know what kind of seedy little (missed word) I'm about to walk into.

Jen: Yeah, it's pretty much the same thing here. You never know who Grams is going to bring home from Bingo.

Jack: (to Joey) Can we count on you tonight or what?

Joey: I dunno. I mean, are we frat party kind of people? Is there any past evidence of us functioning well at these kinds of events?

Jack: Which is precisely why we should go. It's a new year, guys, okay? I mean it. We need to spread our wings. Challenge any pre-conceived notions we had of college. And most important, to reinvent ourselves.

Joey: What got into him?

Jen: A cute boy invited him.

Joey: (leaving) Bye.

Jack: (to Jen) Shut up.

Jen: Bye! See ya! (to Jack) What?

[Hollywood – on the set. Dawson walks in on people bustling about.]

Todd: (the director) People. It's just been brought to my attention, that thanks to the incompetence of my crew, I'm not gonna make my date. It saddens me. It depresses me. You people are a disgrace to the industry in which you taught. Call yourself a film crew? James Cameron would have had you taken out back and shot by now. I on the other hand, will simply make you all the subject of scorn and derision. (to Dawson) Who are you and why are you staring?

Dawson: New intern.

Todd: What can I do for you new intern?

Dawson: Heather gave me this script, she said to give it to you, she said it's very important and you need to read it in between shots.

Todd: Crap. I'm sure of it. Heather doesn't have the best taste in material. But she's pretty hot though, huh?

Dawson: Can't argue with that.

Todd: What's your name?

Dawson: Dawson.

Todd: Do me a favor, Dawson?

Dawson: Sure, anything.

Todd: Read this. Let me know what you think of it.

Dawson: Really?

Todd: Go over there. Use my chair. Let me know when you're done.

Dawson: All right.

Todd: All right. Where were we? Oh yes. Call yourself a special effects expert? I don't see any missing fingers at all… (Todd continues to complain as Dawson makes himself comfortable in Todd's chair, smiling to himself.)

[Worthington – Joey returns to her room. Before she opens the door, she covers her eyes. Once the door is open, she slowly peeks through her fingers and sees Audrey alone. She's blaring a Weezer song on the radio and reading a magazine.]

Audrey: Hey! Have you ever had an orgasm?

Joey: Excuse me?

Audrey: (turning down the stereo) Have you ever had an orgasm?

Joey: Not something I particularly like to discuss with a near stranger.

Audrey: Me? A near stranger? I am your roommate, Joey. As such, I reserve the right to raise such topics as oral sex, feminine hygiene and orgasms. Speaking of which, I don't think I ever had one in high school. I thought I did but… Zach convinced me otherwise. It's a shame we had to break up.

Joey: You broke up already?

Audrey: Yes. He tried to talk me into a threesome. I may be easy, but I'm not sleazy. We're through.

Joey: Sorry, I guess.

Audrey: It's hard work finding the right boy. Which actually makes a rather nice segway into our next topic…

Joey: Which is?

Audrey: I'm afraid for you, Joey.

Joey: What are you talking about?

Audrey: I'm afraid you're not having the proper college experience.

Joey: I appreciate the concern, but…

Audrey: No, it's just that you study, you know, a lot. And you never want to go out with me.

Joey: Look, Audrey, everybody's college experience is different, okay? Some people like to drink and screw around and that's fine. But some people actually want to study and get a great education so hopefully one day they can get a good job and not worry about working retail in the small town from which they came.

Audrey: That's not it, Joey.

Joey: It's not?

Audrey: No. It's like, I dunno. It's like you're afraid to have fun or something.

Joey: Why would I be afraid to have fun?

Audrey: Because if you had fun, you might actually meet someone you liked. If you actually met someone you liked, you might actually have to let go of the past. Look, I know you're sad that your special guy couldn't come this weekend. I get that. I'm highly intuitive. But maybe that's a good thing, you know? Maybe that's a sign.

Joey: No offence Audrey… you really don't know that much about my life.

Audrey: And who's fault is that I wonder? (she goes back to reading her magazine)

[Boston Docks – Jen is walking with two drinks. She stops in front of a boat.]

Jen: Yoo hoo? (Pacey comes out from under the boat)

Pacey: Ahh, you again! (he joins her on the dock and takes a drink)

Jen: You're not gonna get rid of me so easy.

Pacey: You know, I can't believe my brother sold me down the river to the likes of you.

Jen: Yeah, well, Dougie Witter is no match for my feminine wiles.

Pacey: So tell me, what's the latest scuttlebutt?

Jen: It's Bora Bora, where apparently you've gone Kurtz.

Pacey: Ooh.

Jen: I hypothesized over that you were in fact here. But I think everybody likes to imagine a far more exotic locale.

Pacey: And Joey?

Jen: And Joey likes to imagine you're happy.

Pacey: Which I am.

Jen: Good. I think you'd be even happier if you came out with us tonight.

Pacey: I appreciate that but…

Jen: Okay, all right. But see, every Sunday Grams insists that we all have dinner together. It's me and Jack and Joey. I know, it's annoying but it's also kinda sweet. Which pretty much sums up my Grams. But I wanted to put it out there. You know? If you'd like a home cooked meal… we'll keep the light on for ya.

Pacey: Okay, got it. Is Dawson in town?

Jen: No, no. He got this internship he couldn't pass up.

Pacey: See, there's a guy who has the right idea. He's out there, doing his own thing. Moving forward, not looking back.

Jen: Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Pacey: Yeah?

Jen: Come here. (they hug)

Pacey: Thanks for dropping by though.

Jen: Of course.

Pacey: And, uh, you know, keep on keeping on our little secret here, huh?

Jen: I will. But not forever. See ya. (she leaves. And basically I should stop transcribing at this point because there is no more Pacey.)

[Worthington – Joey's dorm. Jack and Jen are sitting on Joey's bed and talking to Audrey. Joey walks back into the room as they are laughing.]

Joey: What did I miss?

Audrey: Well, your friends were just filling me in on your shockingly sordid romantic history!

Joey: (to Jack and Jen) Thank you both so very much. I assuming I can skip the introductions.

Audrey: Totally! Let me get you up to speed. Jen is my new best friend. And Jack will here to for be known as Joey's… very cute guy friend.

Jen: Oh no. No, he's very cute gay friend.

Audrey: No, really?

Jack: Pretty gay.

Audrey: And there's nothing we can do about this?

Jack: (putting his arms around Jen and Joey) Well, I have been kissed by two of the finest female specimens this world has to offer, and that didn't do it.

Audrey: Both of you girls kissed this boy? That is just so unfair. (she walks out of the room)

Joey: So are we going or what?

Jack: Yeah. (missed a line.)

Joey: We do?

Jen: She's one cool chick, Jo!

Joey: She is?

Audrey: (Walking in with her purse) Okay people. Let's do this!

[Hollywood – Dawson has just finished reading the script. Todd joins him.]

Todd: So what's the verdict, intern?

Dawson: It's pretty much what you feared. It's crap.

Todd: What's wrong with it?

Dawson: There's a monkey in it.

Todd: Really? A monkey? That's awful. Well, doesn't matter. I'll probably end up doing it anyway.

Dawson: Why?

Todd: Cause its Drew Barrymore.

Dawson: Yeah, but the script sucks.

Todd: Than I'll fix it. Writing's not that hard. So what do you want to be when you grow up, Dawson?

Dawson: What else? A director.

Todd: Yeah? What are you doing about it?

Dawson: USC Film School.

Todd: Film school is for pussys. What are you really doing about it?

Dawson: I, uh… I made a documentary last year about A.I. Brooks.

Todd: Who?

Dawson: He was this pulp director from the 50s. It's an amazing story, actually. I could show it to you.

Todd: No thanks.

Dawson: Okay.

Todd: Look, you're what, like 18?

Dawson: Yeah.

Todd: Chances are, it's bad. And if I take a look at it and it does indeed suck, than I have to come up with some sort of B.S. so you don't feel bad. And if on the off chance it's actually good, what do I need that for? Why would I want to be jealous of some 18 year old kid that makes better flicks than I do? Do you see my predicament.

Man: They're ready for you, Todd.

Todd: Welcome to Hollywood, Dawson. (he walks off)

[Frat Party – everyone is partying and drinking. The band is playing and Audrey runs up on stage and starts singing with the singer. Joey sees her and smiles. She turns around with her cup of beer and a guy runs smack into her, their foreheads hitting.]

Guy2: Ow! Sorry, are you okay?

Joey: Yeah, I'm fine.

Guy2: Hey, Worthington, right?

Joey: Yeah, you too?

Guy2: Yeah, you're in my Economics class. You're C-10.

Joey: What did you call me?

Guy2: Row C, seat 10. That's where you sit everyday. You do this thing with your hair when you're taking notes, you kinda tuck it behind your ear. It's kinda cool. Okay, I'm pretty much officially creeping you out, aren't I?

Joey: No. Not at all.

Guy2: Good. Do you want to go inside and talk for a few minutes? Fewer decibels. And I promise not to head butt you, ever again.

Joey: (she considers it a moment) Uhh… Actually, I should probably check on my friend.

Guy2: Sure. Okay. Well, it was nice talking to you.

Joey: You too.

Guy2: See ya.

[Frat House – Jen is standing alone drinking a beer.]

Guy3: Hey!

Jen: Hey.

Guy3: Would you like to see my stereo?

Jen: (getting into it) Where is it?

Guy3: It's up in my room.

Jen: Ahh. I bet you got some bitchin' black light posters up there too, don't ya?

Guy3: Yes I do. Who told you?

Jen: (laughs) I think I'm gonna pass.

Guy3: Why?

Jen: Because I'm not gonna sleep with you.

Guy3: Well how do you know?

Jen: We could get up there and you could change your mind.

Guy3: Yeah, I really don't think so.

[Frat – Jack bumps into the guy who invited him to the party.]

Guy1: Hey!

Jack: Hey!

Guy1: So, have you given any thoughts about joining a fraternity?

Jack: Ah, I don't know. It's not really my scene.

Guy1: What's a matter? You got something against family?

Jack: Not particularly, no.

Guy1: Forget about what you've heard. Just forget about it. Being Greek is about being family. It's about having family here at school. You join my house and you're my brother. No one messes with you. Four years of you life. You make a commitment to me and I'll take care of you. You're my boy. Your man. What's your name?

Jack: Jack.

Guy1: Jack. Think about it, Jack. (he looks at another guy and points to Jack. The other guy walks past and takes a Polaroid of Jack real quick. Jack blinks from the flash and walks off.)

[Hollywood – Movie set. Dawson walks in with a bunch of cups of coffee and trips. All the coffee falls to the floor.]

Todd: (into a megaphone) And the Russian judge gives him an 8.5. Incompetence! Everywhere I look. All the way down to the freaking intern.

Dawson: (under his breath) Screw you.

Todd: Excuse me! Is there something you'd like to share with the group?

Dawson: No, forget it.

Todd: That's what I thought. Keep your comments to yourself next time, kid, okay? Great. Now where was I? (he walks off)

Dawson: Todd? What I said was “screw you”. You should be ashamed of yourself, man, and not because you treat people badly, cause a lot of people do that. You should be ashamed of yourself because you have an amazing priveledge and you don't even take it seriously. You get to make movies. You get to do this for a living and you don't even appreciate it. This movie is probably gonna suck. I know that, you know that, and the entire crew knows that. And your next movie is probably gonna suck too. Somebody gave you the keys to the kingdom and you're blowing it. I feel sorry for you. If I ever get here, I'm gonna do things a lot differently. (People begin to clap until Todd turns around and they all stop. He approaches Dawson.)

Todd: You've got balls, kid. Now get off my set. You're fired. (to the crew) All right, now that that's out of the way…

[Frat – Joey sits on a wall on the edge of the party. Audrey walks up and joins her.]

Audrey: Joey, you've got to come sing with the band. It's like karaoke, except with real music. It's so much fun!

Joey: Maybe later.

Audrey: Okay. You okay?

Joey: I'm fine. You were right you know.

Audrey: About what?

Joey: About me being stuck in the past. Here I am a college freshman. If I actually let you get to know me better you would realize that that's a fairly big thing. Here I am working my ass off. Reading, studying, churning out papers… learning, you know? Falling in love with this city which is amazing, yet there's still part of me that's still 15 years old. Still stuck back in Capeside. Still in love with this boy from down the Creek who only sees me as a friend.

Audrey: Chris. (Joey looks at her) He was my high school boyfriend. Saying goodbye to him was maybe the hardest thing I've ever done. Because I knew, no matter how much we loved each other, no matter how much we promised to stay true to each other, it just wouldn't work. You end up hurting each other. So I cut the cord and I said goodbye. And it's really hard sometimes. I know he's out there somewhere… falling in and out of love with girls that aren't me. You must think that I'm this great big slut, huh? But, I'm just trying to live life, you know? Have fun. And if I feel like kissing some boy…

Joey: So be it.

Audrey: Exactly. No regrets. This was a really good conversation, Joey Potter. I hope there's more to come.

Joey: Me too.

[Frat Bathroom – There's a line and Joey is inside on the phone. Someone knocks on the door.]

Joey: Just a sec! (into the phone) Hey Dawson, it's me, umm… I wanted to call you up. I'm at this party with Jack and Jen and my crazy roommate. Guess what? I'm having a pretty great time, but as great as it is, it's not completely great and that's because of you. You're not here and I know that I said that it's okay that you didn't come this weekend but you know what? It's not okay because I miss you. And there was this guy tonight and he was hitting on me or at least I think he was hitting on me. And he was perfectly nice and I blew him off and I'm not even sure why. But I'm pretty sure it was because of you. And… I've spent these past couple months acting like you were just going to show up outside my door one day, but you're not. You are out there following your dreams which is what I want for you, Dawson. (someone knocks loudly) In a minute! (into the phone) Dawson, I think it's time that I let you go. And it's really hard for me to do because I know that there's a part of me that will be in love with you for the rest of my life. But this whole running and place and day dreaming is just not healthy for either of us. So this is me cutting the cord, this is me doing what I should have done three months ago. Say goodbye, Dawson. Call me back. Bye. (she hangs up)

[Frat – Jen is sitting outside against the wall in the corner. Charlie, the bass player from the band is carrying a bottle of water and approaching her.]

Jen: Uh, no.

Charlie: No what?

Jen: No, not interested.

Charlie: No not interested in what?

Jen: In whatever it is you're selling now.

Charlie: Okay, I didn't even say anything.

Jen: Well, you were about to.

Charlie: I was?

Jen: Yeah. You were about to give me your best opening line. Something like, “Hey girl…” which, word to the wise is neither clever nor charming. And then you're probably going to follow it up with a popular classic, “Hey, do you know what would look really good on you? Me.”

Charlie: (laughs) Wow. People actually say stuff like that in real life? Just so you know, I'm not that guy.

Jen: Look, for all I know you could be that kind of guy who cruises frat parties cause he knows that he can capitalize on the significant or the sensitive types. Which is even worse, man, cause its…

Charlie: Okay, A) You're crazy… which is not entirely unappealing. And B) I'm not that guy either.

Jen: Well then what are you doing here?

Charlie: I'm in the band. We got paid 50 bucks to play, and 50 bucks is 50 bucks lady.

Jen: Well… you guys, you guys were actually good.

Charlie: Thank you. And so what, pray tell, are you doing here, little Miss Know-it-all? I mean, besides making a sport out of scowling into your beer there.

Jen: Hey, scowling can be fun.

Charlie: Look, I gotta go pack up my gear. It was wonderful sharing this moment with you. Bye. (he starts to walk away and then turns back) Look, just so you know, all I was going to say was “Hi, my name is Charlie, what's yours?” That's all. And then I was kinda hoping maybe we would talk a little. I'd find out that you're the kind of girl that doesn't usually come to parties like these. And that would explain why the cutest girl, in the whole place, is alone by herself in the corner. Because you're right, all right, most of the guys here are creeps and the girls are even worse. And God, I hope they don't pro-create. But they will. And we're just going to have to do our best. Fight the good fight. Make sure their kind doesn't take over the world. That's all. (he goes to leave)

Jen: Charlie? (he stops and looks at her) Jen. My name is Jen.

Charlie: Well, it's nice to meet you, Jen. (he turns back and bumps into Jack)

Jack: Sorry. (approaching Jen) What are you so smiley about?

Jen: Shut up.

Jack: (laughing) Yeah!

[Hollywood – Dawson is walking glumly off the set. The guard from earlier stops him.]

Guard: So, how'd your first day go?

Dawson: First and last, actually. I got fired. The job doesn't pay anyway.

Guard: There are worse things.

Dawson: Not at the moment there aren't.

Guard: Where are you from, kid?

Dawson: I'm from Capeside. It's a small town in Massachusettes.

Guard: Okay, sure. I'm from Boston, originally.

Dawson: Really? All my friends are in Boston right now.

Guard: How come you're not with them?

Dawson: Cause this was a dream. Movies.

Guard: How's it matching up against reality?

Dawson: It's weird. It doesn't.

Guard: How about I call you a cab?

Dawson: Thanks.

[Grams' House – Kitchen. Jack, Jen and Joey arrive home.]

Joey: Okay Jen. Are you going to tell me his name or am I gonna have to kill you?

Jen: Shh… let's try and not wake the dragon lady here.

Joey: Jen! Jennnnn?

Jen: Charlie. Okay? His name is Charlie.

Joey: Charlie's cute.

Jen: Whatever.

Jack: In a dumb guy with a dream kind of way.

Jen: Charlie's not dumb.

Jack: Oh, someone's smitten!

Jen: Would you shut up? Man, if there are cookies in these cupboards, I will devote my life to God and his teachings.

Grams: (walking in) Ahh, music to my ears, Jennifer.

Jack: Sorry Grams.

Jen and Joey: Sorry.

Grams: (yawning) Ahh, nonsense. I can sleep when I'm dead. So, how was your party?

Joey: Jen met a boy.

Jack: Charlie. And he's not dumb.

Grams: Well… praise the Lord and pass the sugar. And I say, it's about time.

Jen: Thanks Grams.

[Worthington – Joey walks to her dorm room and sees the guy from the frat outside. She kinda smiles at him and pauses when he passes. She goes into her room and finds Audrey asleep. Joey falls on the bed and closes her eyes. Suddenly there's a knock at the door.]

Joey: Audrey. Audrey! (Audrey rolls over and continues to sleep. Knock again) Hold on. (She shuffles to the door and opens it. Dawson is standing outside.)

Dawson: Hi. (Joey smiles and wraps her arms around him in a big hug. Fade to black.)