Previously on Dawson's Creek
I'm way too pregnant to be digging underneath your bed.
So stay out of my room.
Which do you object to more, Mrs. Ryan?
The fact that I’m black and she's white,
or that we're unmarried and about to have a child in sin?
That child will be identified as different.
Part black, part white,
this child will be 100 percent loved.
This can't happen again.
From now on, our relationship
is strictly teacher student.
If you could do any one thing right now,
what would it be?
You know we're going to have to end this,
it's getting too dangerous.
All right. Great movie. Thanks a lot.
I got to go.
Yo, Jo, slow down. What's the rush?
Hate to cut the festivities short, but Bessie's due next week,
and she needs extra help around the house.
Come on, Jo. Bodie can take care of anything that Bessie needs.
Plus, you can't leave now. We've only watched one movie.
We never watch just one movie on movie night.
Well, first time for everything.
A night of firsts all around.
What are you talking about?
I'm talking about the obvious,
which I know we've all tried our best to ignore,
but it's easy to see
that I've intruded on a very personal ritual here,
and clearly, my presence is making you uncomfortable,
so I'll tell you what.
Joey, you stay and watch another movie. I'll just go.
Jen, you don't have to do that.
No, it's ok.
I mean, you and I have decided to slow things down,
so I'm sure that a few hours apart won't kill us.
Besides, Grams has kind of been on the warpath,
meaning, once she sees Joey leave,
there's no way she's going to trust you and I alone, so--so I should go.
Don't leave on my account.
I mean, I'm not interested in ruining anyone's evening.
No. No, it's not you at all.
Don't take it personally.
Great! Settled. Next issue, what to watch.
This is no solution, Joey.
If we both stay, we're going to be stuck in the same
uncomfortable position we've been in all night.
All right. So let me get this straight.
Movie night has been reduced to the following.
You can't stay if she leaves,
because your grandmother wouldn't permit it.
And you can't stay if she stays because it's awkward.
Yeah.
And you can't stay if she leaves,
because you feel like you've driven her away.
And you can't stay if she's here,
because it ruins movie night for you.
Well put.
Since this is my house,
we assume that I can't go anywhere.
According to my calculations, that only leaves one option.
Good night, Dawson.
Wait a minute.
I'll see you tomorrow.
Don't stay up too late.
Movie night...
Way too complicated.
Good morning, sweetheart.
And how are we feeling this morning?
Well, if you're nauseous and swollen and irritable, also,
I'd say we're feeling exactly the same way.
Well, look at the bright side.
Your due date's the 22nd.
In less than a week, this will all be over.
A week? This cannot last another week. It's inhumane.
I don't sleep anymore.
My legs are fat. My back is killing me.
I feel like retching 23 hours a day.
Do you know the average gestation period for the fruit bat
is 2 months?
2 months. That's fair. That's reasonable.
Why can't I give birth to a fruit bat?
Because we're about 80% sure you're human.
Do you still live here?
Unfortunately.
When's your interview?
Today after work.
That new French restaurant over in Hyannis.
If you don't like it here, Joey,
no one's stopping you from moving out.
In most states, you'd be considered an adult.
Oh, that's funny, 'cause you wouldn't.
Bodie.
Come on, Joey. Your sister isn't feeling very well today.
How about taking it easy on her, ok?
Look, I know the matriarch's been a handful lately,
but she's due next week.
Once the baby comes, I promise she'll be back to her old self again.
But that's what I'm afraid of.
What, in heaven's name, is this?
It's a calendar, Grams.
It's a filthy calendar.
No. It's an art calendar.
Before you get apoplectic on me,
these photographs happen to be hanging
in some of the world's finest art galleries.
I don't care who's hanging them.
In my house, we don't ogle naked men.
No. We pray to them, right?
Don't you dare compare the two!
Oh, my lord. Jennifer, what has happened to you,
to the little girl I used to know,
who I took to Sunday school
when she would come visit me each summer
and who once showed respect for the church and its teachings?
Well, she's carefully considered all possible scenarios
detailing a god-like source,
and she's found them unconvincing,
and while she respects those who choose to believe in a higher being,
she herself does not.
Simply put, Grams, she grew up.
Perhaps.
Perhaps she just thinks she did.
I think we should go out this weekend, just you and me.
We usually do, Pacey.
No, we don't go out. We stay in.
We first invent some school-related reason
why I need to come over to your place on a Friday night,
and then we lock the doors and close the blinds
so that none of the townsfolk could possibly see us together.
I know that you're having trouble acknowledging
the fact that we have a relationship,
but you have to admit, there's something going on here.
Yes, there is something.
Right. So you know what?
I think we should start acting like it.
Going out in public together.
It'll be great, like a real couple.
Pacey, that's sweet, but it's hardly practical.
It doesn't have to be in Capeside.
We can go down to Providence, ok?
We'll have dinner, catch a movie.
Nobody knows us down there.
We'll be just like all the rest of the dysfunctional couples
out for a good time on Saturday night.
So what do you say?
Will you go out with me, Miss Jacobs?
She said she'd go to Providence with you?
Well, she didn't say yes,
but she didn't say no, either.
She gave me that
"I really want to, Pacey, but I just can't" look.
The way I got this figured,
once I get my learner's permit,
this woman's going to cave completely.
What are you doing?
Well, you know,
you really can't be too careful with this information.
I really feel for you, Pace,
spending your time trying to get Miss Jacobs out of the bedroom.
Listen, this relationship is not all about sex, ok?
I mean, luckily for me, some of it is.
I better get going.
I don't want your girlfriend to think I'm standing her up.
Hey dude, you gotta be careful too.
Don't worry.
Oh, man!
Ok. It wasn't easy,
but I think I may have finally found
an upside to my parents' marital woes.
Mitch and Gale are off to couples' therapy this weekend.
They've left Leery manor in my sole possession, so--
Okay, that's nice and everything, but--
I was hoping for something a little more illicit than that.
There's this kind of weird Pacey rumor going around school.
Have you heard this?
That he finally handed a homework assignment in on time?
Not exactly, and it's not just about Pacey.
It also involves Miss Jacobs.
What about them?
Well, let's just say that for a student and teacher,
they have an exceptionally close relationship,
so close, in fact, it's considered illegal in about 35 states.
Maybe we can still nip this in the bud. Who told you?
The question should be who didn't tell me, Dawson.
It's out there. It's prevalent.
We got to find Pacey.
Dawson, is it true?
Dawson--
I can never lie to you.
I told you that before, so do me a favor.
Pretend you never asked me that question.
You guys aren't going to believe what I just heard.
Somehow I think I will.
Hey!
Ok, Joey said she heard that Kenny Leaverton
was smoking in one of the stalls, overheard everything.
That figures. My life's been going a little too well lately.
Something had to balance that out.
Come on, Pace. It's not that bad.
I really appreciate that effort, Dawson,
but it really is that bad.
You know what? Let's be honest. It's worse.
This is cataclysmic.
This is one of those rare milestone events
that separates the first half of your life
from everything that follows.
My only consolation is the faint hope
that this does not reach Tamara.
So, you know, if you would just allow me a moment here
to symbolically drop my chin into my chest
and feel really, really sorry for myself,
it'd be much appreciated.
Ok. Look, Pacey, granted this is not good,
but this is in your hands. You can control this now.
It's the wrong time for the Obi-Wan moment, Dawson.
As far as you're concerned, the only thing worse than a rumor
is a substantiated rumor.
If you walk out that door hanging your head,
doing the whole woe is me thing,
it's as good as admitting that it's all true.
But if you go through those halls like you couldn't care less,
like this is the most ridiculous thing you've ever heard,
there's a chance this could be dead and buried by sixth period.
I--I can do that.
I can be cool, casual, a smile, a wink.
Yeah.
An easy stride through the Home-Ec wing.
You know, like--like nothing happened, right?
Like I got not a care in the world.
Yeah. Absolutely.
Romeo and Juliet offers
perhaps the most notable exploration
of the forbidden fruit theme
that we'll examine this year.
Not anymore.
Mr. Witter,
you're late.
Probably resting up from last night.
Hey, man, settle a bet.
Real or silicone?
Keep up the running commentary, Mr. Twitchell,
and I'll see you after class.
You promise?
All right.
Settle down!
Now, where were we?
Ahem!
Hmm.
Forbidden fruit.
Hey, jailbait.
Feel free to keep on walking.
I won't think you're rude.
Look, despite first impressions,
I'm not here to bust on you.
I don't know if the rumors are true or exaggerated,
or if this is one of your bizarre attempts
to appear more attractive to the senior girls,
but I just wanted to say I know what you must be going through.
No. I really doubt you know what I'm going through.
Well, let me see.
People stare at you when you walk down the hall.
We've seen that.
They whisper behind your back.
You suddenly overhear your name
in the conversation of strangers.
Pretty soon a justifiable paranoia sets in.
Whether they are or not,
you're convinced that everyone's talking about you.
Imagine if you'd done something even worse.
Like what?
Like sharing a house
with your pregnant unwed sister and her black boyfriend
while your father serves time on a drug conviction.
Imagine that, Pacey.
We actually have something in common.
Providing gossip for the small-minded townsfolk.
Unfortunately for you,
you're tonight's top story.
Great.
So what do I do now?
Same thing I did.
You pray like hell for a better story to come along.
Grams' way of dealing with my point of view
is to pretend that it doesn't exist,
which, of course, infuriates me.
It causes me to speak emotionally rather than rationally,
and I become rude and defensive,
and I give her even more of a reason
to dismiss my viewpoints.
It's like we're locked in this awful, vicious cycle.
Well, you've got to do something.
You can't just ignore her for 3 years
until you go away to college.
I can't? Great. There goes plan "A."
Hmm.
There she is, right on schedule,
keeping an ever-vigilant eye
over my wanton lifestyle.
Ok. I'll see you tonight, all right?
All right.
Dinner's at 6:00.
I'd like you washed up and at the table then, please.
Sure.
Bessie?
Bessie!
Joey!
I'm so glad you're here.
What happened? Are you ok?
Oh, it's nothing, really.
I was on the way to the clinic.
I guess I had a little mishap.
I didn't know you had an appointment today.
I don't.
In fact, my next appointment
isn't until my due date on the 22nd,
but my hunch is I'll probably have to reschedule.
Why?
Because I'm fairly certain I'm in labor.
Oh, my god.
We have to move the truck or--
Joey, it's under control.
But I need to call an ambulance,
and since our telephone isn't exactly in working order
at this very moment--
It's not? No.
Which means the nearest phone around here
belongs to your friend Dawson,
and I need you to get me there asap.
Well, Dawson's house may be the closest,
it's not exactly the most convenient.
I mean, there's really only--
One way to get there from here.
Don't worry, Bessie. I'll get us there.
At the rate you're going, Joey,
the 2 of us is going to be the 3 of us.
God! Come on. Give me those.
You're rowing like a girl.
I'm going to start calling you Josephine.
I thought you were supposed to be some expert oarsman.
Yeah, and I thought you were supposed to give birth next week in a hospital.
Oh, my god, Bessie. The boat's leaking.
It's not the boat, Joey.
Then what is it?
All right, he's not?
Well, can you have Pacey call me when he gets back?
Joey, hey, I'm glad you're here.
I'm kind of worried about Pacey. I can't seem to find him.
No time to talk, Dawson. My sister's having her baby.
Cool. Congratulations--
on your lawn.
What?!
Ok. Yeah, sure, but I--I understand.
Yeah, please. I'll hold.
What are they saying?
The good news is the ambulance is on its way.
The bad news is it's stopping at Duxbury first.
Duxbury? That's an hour away.
Traffic accident. Major pile-up.
Childbirth is not a high priority today,
but they're getting me an ETA in a second.
One hospital with one ambulance
and no doctor within 30 miles?
Another of the hidden joys of living in the middle of nowhere.
Yes, I'm still here.
How long?
Did you reach Bodie?
Where's Bodie?
No, I called the Ice House,
and they said he caught the bus for Hyannis already.
They're going to get the ambulance here as soon as they can,
but they just can't make any guarantees.
Listen, you sorry ass civil servant,
this is the mother-to-be talking.
Maybe I'm not in the tax bracket that guarantees a prompt response
to medical distress,
but I have a shoe full of amniotic fluid,
my pelvis is beating like a rumba band,
and I'm in danger of having my first child delivered by 2 high school students.
So why don't you stop making excuses?
Get off your oversized backside
and get us an ambulance before my fetus enters college!
Oh!
Terrific.
I'm sure they'll be right on their way.
Let's not have this conversation, Pacey.
What conversation?
The one where you apologize to me
and tend to my wounded heart,
all the while explaining why you're not to blame
for opening up your big mouth.
Well, I'm not. I only told Dawson.
I didn't know Kenny Leaverton was in that bathroom.
You know, there was one boundary
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 discretion is just too adult a concept
for a boy to grasp.
Listen, I-- I just--I--
I want you to hear my side of the story, ok?
It's not what you think.
Well, you can't tell me anything I haven't already overheard
in the teachers' lounge.
Oh, yes, that's right.
You see, we're already the talk of the faculty,
which means it's only a matter of time
before the administration gets wind of it
and then the school board
and maybe, if we're really lucky,
the district attorney.
Tamara, I'm sorry.
I--
you know, this morning, I think it was you suggested
that we should do more of the things that couples do.
Well, I've got one idea that fits the bill.
Let's break up.
Aah!
Where's the damn ambulance?!
It's coming, Bess. It's coming.
Oh! Ohh!
Bodie is not an option.
What are we going to do?
We're not exactly qualified to perform a birthing.
We haven't finished high school biology.
There's got to be somebody in this town
who knows what to do in this situation, right?
What is this?
Standard King James edition--
Old and New Testament.
Though I am partial to the later chapters.
You know what I'm partial to, Grams?
I'm 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
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 lot of faith in man these days.
Look, I know you don't like me or approve of my family,
and I know you can think of at least 80 reasons
why Bessie and Bodie are the worst kinds of sinners,
but right now, as we speak, my sister is 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,
if you could remember that as a nurse you took an oath to help others in need...
It'd be really nice.
Great.
So...
Listen to this.
I'm over at Carlton's getting a haircut,
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 possibly be my brother Pacey."
Then the guys says, "Word is, kid made it all up.
That it's all just a lie."
And so I say to myself, "Bingo."
You know, that's really fascinating, Dougie.
You know, and all I could think of,
and it made me sick, mind you, was poor, sweet Tamara
must be ripping her apart.
Come on, Pacey, why don't you give me a glimpse
into the inner workings here, huh?
What was the rationale--boredom
or just a classic cry for attention?
Well, actually, no. You know what?
I thought it was up to me to let this town know
that at least one person in our family was having heterosexual sex.
And, you know, just as a matter of curiosity,
did it ever occur to you, just for a brief moment,
to defend and support me in this conversation?
Or does the Witter family credo prevent such emotions?
Oh, that's really heavy, Pacey.
I'm sure the school board
will be as moved as I am by that.
Oh, you haven't heard, huh?
Well, it seems your lies have made it all the way up the food chain.
Superintendent Stevens is calling an emergency board meeting
to discuss whether charges should be laid against Miss Jacobs.
No doubt your presence will be requested.
You know, it's funny, isn't it, Pacey,
but, there are actually people in this town
who take you seriously.
Unfortunately, you're not one of them.
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 second-hand story
is this little device.
So what do you say? For Bodie?
All right...
But I want final cut.
Deal.
Bessie.
I've got someone to help you.
Please don't tell me you've done what I think you've done.
Conflict. Perfect.
How far apart are the contractions?
Joey!
She's a nurse. She can help.
She's also a borderline racist who hates everything
about me and my boyfriend
and our unborn child.
Is everything ok?
We're just having an impromptu home birth.
Nothing to be concerned about.
Really? Because I've got a few concerns.
Girls, move that coffee table out of the way.
Pulse is strong. Temperature's fine.
Ok, girls, we're going to move Bessie over into this chair over here.
Gently does it. Easy, easy.
That's it.
Ooh!
That's it.
I'm against this, you know.
Ok, Mr. DeMille, you can do something useful
and can get us some large towels and washcloths, please.
That's it. Easy. Easy, easy, easy.
Calm down. Keep breathing slowly.
Breathe easy. That's it. Cushions!
Ooh. Ooh.
Thank you, Josephine.
It's Joey, actually.
No. It's Judas, actually.
Ok, as for you,
I'm going to 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 postpartum bliss,
and I will resist any urge to bond with you
over the shared experience of this event
if you will do me one small favor in return.
What's that?
Shut up.
Now, where are those towels?
Tammy, listen, I'm sorry--
Mr. Witter, we haven't met.
I'm Caroline fields, Miss Jacobs' attorney.
Attorney?
Under advice from counsel, she's chosen
not to discuss this case with you at the current time.
What are you talk-- this isn't about-- Tammy--
Mr. Witter, I must again ask you to please refrain
from communicating directly with my client.
In addition, should you need to speak with her at any future date,
you're instructed to contact me,
and I'll pass along any pertinent information.
Is that clear?
Yeah.
Caroline.
Yes, Mr. Witter.
Would you tell your client I'm sorry?
Aah!
Ok, all right.
That contraction was exactly 60 seconds apart from the last one.
Ok. You're completely dilated, dear.
Time to push now.
Push what?
The baby, dear.
Oh.
She's going to be ok, Joey.
Yeah, I know.
This session has been convened.
And the reason we've asked you to come before us this afternoon, Miss Jacobs,
is that we find ourselves faced with a persistent rumor,
a disturbing rumor which undoubtedly you've heard.
Yes, I've heard it.
Then let me be direct, Miss Jacobs.
Pacey Witter is a student of yours
in one of your sophomore English classes?
Yes, he is.
There have been allegations of a sexual relationship
between yourself and Mr. Witter.
Please forgive my candor, Miss Jacobs, when I ask you
are these allegations true?
Well, you see--
No! No, they're not.
Mr. Witter, you are to wait until you're summoned.
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?
Ok, Mr. Witter, what is it you need to say?
Look, I know the origin of these rumors has been traced to me,
and, uh, I guess that would make sense,
'cause, look at me, here I am, a c-plus student
who sits in the back of Miss Jacobs' English class every day
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 Miss 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.
I mean, don't get me wrong.
I'm real flattered with the seriousness
that you took these allegations, but,
you know, personally, I always just kind of chalked them up
to adolescent fantasy.
I kind of... Expected you guys to do the same.
Correct me if I'm wrong, Mr. Witter, but for the record,
are you saying you deny the aforementioned allegations?
Yeah, for the record, sir,
and for anywhere else you want to put it...
Miss Jacobs is my English teacher,
and to my great disappointment,
absolutely nothing else.
Oooh...
Yes, yes. That's it. That's it.
Yes, yes. God!
You are doing fine.
Grams, I need to talk to you.
Grams, there is a lot of blood here.
What?
Did she say blood?!
Shh! Just relax, dear.
Are you afraid to tell me something's wrong?
If something's wrong, I want to know about it!
Don't be silly, dear. Nothing is at all wrong.
Now, what Jennifer doesn't know is,
a bloody show is a natural part of the birthing process.
Now, the last thing we can have you doing is worrying yourself.
Jennifer, a cool washcloth now!
Mrs. Ryan... I am doing ok, right?
You're doing great, Bessie. Everything's great.
I wouldn't be filming if everything wasn't fine.
We're making a movie here.
Hey, Mrs. Ryan, smile for the camera.
Out!
You are distracting my patient,
and I won't have that.
Grams, Grams, there is a problem, isn't there?
Something's wrong. Nothing is at all wrong!
And how dare you alarm my patient
by expressing a contrary opinion in her presence.
Gram, she is losing a lot of blood.
I don't know much about this,
but I know what a lot of blood looks like.
Oh, yes! All right.
There's more blood than I'd like,
but I see no evidence of cervical laceration or detached placenta
or--or--
In English, 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 any more blood
and complications worsen.
Do you think you can do that, Jennifer?
Do you think you can summon up
even the smallest amount of faith in me?
Because if you can, I guarantee you,
there'd be no better time for it than right now.
Ok, Bessie, breathe and push.
Remember? Breathe and push!
Oooh!
God, gram. She's in pain.
She's doing fine, Jennifer.
No, Mrs. Ryan. I need something.
What do you need, dear?
A pill! Medicine! She needs something for the pain!
I don't have any medicine,
but I do have one thing that may work better.
Please. I'll try anything.
Ok, then repeat after me.
Our Father, who art in heaven--
A sedative! She needs a sedative, Grams,
not The Lord's Prayer.
I'm sorry, Mrs. Ryan. That stuff's not gonna work on me.
No, dear. It's for your baby.
Our father, who art in heaven...
Hallowed be thy name...
Thy kingdom come...
Come on. You heard her.
Thy kingdom come...
Push!
Hey.
I can't wait to see the look on my mom's face
when I tell her what happened in the living room.
Bessie's gonna be ok, Joey.
As frightening as Mrs. Ryan is in daily life,
I think she's incredibly capable
when it comes to medical emergencies.
I know, Dawson.
FYI, I'm not out here
because I'm too worried about Bessie to stay inside.
Well, I'm worried, but...
What is it?
It's nothing. It's--it's ok.
It's stupid.
No, it's not stupid, Joey.
Look, I may not always agree with you,
but your reasons are never stupid.
All right. A question, Dawson.
Who does Bessie remind you of?
That's easy.
Your mother.
There are times when the resemblance is merely a passing one,
and then...
Others when...
Bessie says or does something, and...
It's like my mom never died, you know?
When she got sick,
when she had--when 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'd let out these cries that I'd never heard before,
and I prayed to every available higher source
that I would never hear them again
from anyone or anything, and...
Somehow, somebody listened...
'Cause luckily, I never did, you know?
Until today.
Hmm.
Joey, when your mother was in all that pain,
why did you sit by her?
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.
So what makes you think that Bessie needs you any less?
Tamara?
Oh. Hello.
Look, I know what you must be feeling towards Pacey right about now,
what with all the trouble he's caused you,
but, frankly, I'd hate for the 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.
In trouble here, creating a ruckus over there...
Well, then you must be very proud.
Proud? I don't quite follow you, Tamara.
Of the way he's grown up.
From an unruly child to a...sweet, sensitive...
Intelligent young man.
And, Douglas...
It's Miss Jacobs.
That's it. Push.
The baby's beginning to crown.
Oh, my god. I can see the head!
Mmm. That's it. We're almost there.
Just a little longer now.
That's it, dear. That's it. Do one more little push.
It's almost over.
Come on, Bessie. One more. I know you can do this.
I can't. I'm too tired.
Dear, you can, and you will.
- He's out. - He?
Is he ok?
Oh, he's better than ok.
He's healthy.
He's beautiful.
He's all yours.
Can we talk, or do I need a lawyer present?
Hi, Pacey.
Well, if you've come to apologize again...
You needn't.
I'm deeply appreciative of what you've done.
Well...actually...
I was kind of hoping I could assume that
all that talk about breaking ' up
was just said in the heat of the moment.
Because...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.
No. I know, because I won't let it.
Ok. Good.
Neither will I.
Maybe I'm not making myself clear.
There will be no further...gossip
because there will be no further subject.
I'm leaving Capeside.
I've already turned in my resignation to Principal Geiger,
and I should be at my sister's house in Rochester
by tomorrow evening.
Wow. You don't waste any time, do you?
Pacey, you knew this day was inevitable.
Oh, I think I'd have to disagree with you there, Miss Jacobs.
Never in a million years would I have predicted Rochester
to be a plot point in our little saga.
I meant us ending was inevitable.
Hey, maybe you'd graduate.
Maybe I'd meet someone my own age.
God, maybe you'd meet 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 for you...
More deeply than I ever expected or wanted to.
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 that I know what to say in these situations
any more than you do.
So, please, let's just say good-bye now...
Before I get maudlin and--and embarrassing
and entirely too truthful.
Is a farewell kiss permitted?
Oh...I don't know.
I seem to remember that's what started this whole mess to begin with.
You know, I...
I think I could handle it, Tamara.
Well, I'm not sure I can.
Here.
Ok.
Well...
I hope you enjoy Rochester.
I hope you enjoy high school.
Good night.
Oh. Good night, Jennifer.
Long day, huh?
Good day.
Oh. Jennifer...
Just because we don't say certain things to each other
doesn't mean we don't feel them.
Jennifer?
After what you experienced today,
can you honestly tell me you still hold no belief in God?
Uh, well, I don't know about God,
but, um, I think I may have come around a little on man.
Hey, Joey, come here.
He's got Mom's eyes, you know?
Yeah. It's the first thing I noticed.
Bye, Tammy.