Previously on Dawson's Creek
I think your film is
completely uninspired.
It's a preposterous soap opera about a bunch of teenagers
who talk too much.
Hey, Dawson, have you seen your father?
No, I haven't.
You should be living with someone else,
someone you respect.
I want you to move out.
Abby, Abby!
Abby!
Mrs. Morgan asked Andie to give a eulogy
extolling Abby's virtues.
It's kind of set Andie on edge
Ok. Movement break.
Aah!
Isn't anybody else struck by the humor of this moment,
that we're all in the same room at the same time?
Yeah. It is, uh, bizarre.
I mean, the way we all started the school year,
and...we actually all managed to come out to be friends.
Yeah, like St. Elmo's.
Yes, St. Elmo’s from hell.
That would be a negative spin.
I just think it's important in times of maudlin reflection
to incorporate a little honesty.
You know what? I happen to agree with Joey.
I mean, sure, we've all grown to tolerate each other,
but I still think that we're a long shot off from 90210-land
of best friends forever.
Well, I don't know. I kind of think Andie's got a point.
I mean, there has been a lot of hanging out lately.
- Like when? - Yeah.
Well, like right now, for instance.
Hmm.
Have we even stopped to consider
why we've all come here together tonight?
If not, I need to cohabitate in-- dare I say it--
a clique?
Ooh...
Scary.
Yeah. Pacey, when you say it like that--
wait a minute, though. I mean, no offense to anybody here,
but I called up Pacey to invite him over
to watch a couple of movies. That hardly qualifies
as group hanging out.
Yeah. But then I invite Andie...
I invited Jack.
Well, I better not need an invitation.
And I live here now.
Let's face it, guys. We are this far away
from the Peach Pit.
What?
Kill him.
Attack! Hey!
Hey.
Wow.
He said with zero enthusiasm.
You got a new 'do.
You don't like it.
I didn't say that, actually. He didn't say that, no.
No. New hairstyles are judged by immediate response.
Yours was lackluster.
Well, I think you look fantastic, sweetheart.
You just don't look like...you.
Hah! Keep digging. You're approaching China.
You know what? I love it. I...Jack?
Love it? He clearly loves it.
I love it! It's beautiful! You've never looked--
Liars, both of you.
Andie, look. Um...
Anyway, about tonight, I was thinking maybe
a movie, dinner, nice romantic stroll down by the pier.
Ha! Think again.
I've got to study for finals, not to mention
take care of Mom.
Andie, it's Friday night.
You have plenty of opportunity to hit the books over the weekend.
What do you say we take tonight off?
You know, good idea. You should. I mean,
you should take tonight off. I would love it,
but I’m going to study.
Do I deserve this?
Oh, jeez! How could I do this? Damn it!
What's the matter?
I--oh! I have the wrong book for precalc.
Mrs. Sanders is going to kill me.
Well, maybe it's in your locker.
Yeah, well, it better be. I'll see you later.
Ok. So...
It's the hair, ok?
She's extra sensitive...
She did it herself.
Well, ain't love grand?
Mmmwah!
So what's the plan for tonight?
Eh...I don't know.
Maybe rent a movie.
Dawson, do you know what we've done
for the past 4 Friday nights?
Here's a hint: Be kind, rewind.
Ok, so then we won't rent a movie.
We'll watch a movie instead.
Har har.
It's not like I prefer this situation.
And I do try to make our evenings
as spontaneous as possible,
nothing against you, Dawson, but...
I think because we've been friends for so long,
we know each other so well that...
Our chemistry, the only thing it doesn't produce
is spontaneity.
Oh. Well...
That's me.
Captain humdrum.
I said "us."
Yeah, but you meant me.
Well, I have to admit I am a little surprised
that you're ok with this...
Considering that it is our one-month anniversary
for whatever we are, or...
Were, or are...
Joey, we are boring, trite people.
Ok? We're absolutely incapable of spontaneity.
We--we do things like...
Plan and organize and...
Make reservations weeks in advance
at topnotch restaurants to celebrate one-month anniversaries
of whatever it is we are or were
or...are.
You didn't!
Supposed to be a surprise,
until you got persnickety on me.
I didn't get persnickety!
Yes, you did. It's ok. You're very cute persnickety.
Oh! I did not get persnickety.
Ok, that was persnickety.
Um, yeah.
Hmm.
You could call her.
Who?
Who do you think?
I don't think I'd have much to say to her.
And at this point,
I don't think she'd really have a whole lot to say to me, either.
Oh, I don't believe that.
It's not that I don't want to talk to her,
but...where would it lead?
I mean, maybe I'd move back in,
a few weeks of mild reconciliation,
and then the inevitable ideology clash.
I've just accepted that there are certain people
who aren't meant to fit in your life,
no matter how much you want them to be.
I'm intimately familiar with that predicament.
Oh, I am so sorry.
I didn't mean to imply you and...
No. It's ok, honey.
What do you say
we just have a night of good food,
good music,
good conversation,
and put the past on the back burner for a few hours?
I'd have to say that's the best offer I've gotten
in quite a while.
Oh, boy.
"Entre nous."
I wonder what that means in French.
Oh, it means, "just between us."
Like a secret.
Or a kiss.
Well, that was... Slightly unexpected.
It was?
Yeah.
Well, we've been spending a lot of time together at school,
been a few dates.
It's clear that we enjoy each other's company.
It's only natural that things progress.
Well, you're right. You're right.
I'm just kind of a teenager about all this.
I'm a little out of practice.
Ah. See, the key is not to think about it,
but to keep your mind off it.
Think about how beautiful the evening is,
how quaint the restaurant is we're about to enter,
and even how romantic a street lamp can be.
After you, ma chérie.
Oh. Merci.
Entre nous? That's where we're going? Yep.
Dawson, that's too expensive.
Come on. The market was high.
I had a little extra to throw around.
No, seriously,
it doesn't matter where we eat.
Joey, we have been together for a month.
I want to take you to a meal
in an establishment worthy of your beauty.
Ok. I do admit that was a prepared statement.
Yeah, I figured.
Let's go.
Ok.
I made reservations 2 weeks ago.
I'm sorry. I didn't realize there were 2 Leery parties.
There are 2 Leery parties?
Well, yes.
A great I--
Dawson?
Dad.
Great.
It's possible you're experiencing symptoms
of what's called complicated grief.
Your medical history makes you susceptible
to this sort of anxiety,
following the loss of a loved one.
This doesn't have anything to do with my brother.
I'm talking about Abby Morgan.
Her death seems to have upset you a great deal,
which ultimately may have triggered
unresolved issues with your brother's passing.
It's critical we stay on top of this.
Have you seen Abby any other times
besides the incident you spoke of a month ago?
No. Uh, just that one time.
Now that I think about it,
I may not have seen her at all.
It's ok if you did, Andie.
No. No, I don't think I did.
This is my home number.
I want you to call me
if you feel your anxiety getting worse.
Ok?
Also, I want you in here early next week, and...
We can decide then
if you're in need of any kind of medication.
Medication? Uh... But you said
that I wouldn't have to go back on--
It's different now.
What's going on inside you, Andie,
may not be healing itself properly.
The sooner we confront this, the better.
I like your hair.
Thanks.
Did you tell her about me?
I couldn't.
That's good.
What we have is a secret.
Not for long.
They're gonna find out, brown,
and then we're gonna have to leave each other.
I'm not going anywhere.
Promise me?
Because I can't lose you.
I don't have this with anyone else.
I mean, no one listens like you do.
I know.
I'm so scared.
God! Why is this happening to me?
Why me?
Shh, shh.
Why?
Hey, Gale, can I ask you a question
that sort of breaks our "back burner" rule?
Of course.
What kind of hope do you hold
for you and Mr. Leery getting back together?
Well, I'd be lying to you
if I said I didn't think about it every day.
I mean, have you tried to get him back?
Oh, a few pathetic attempts here and there,
but it's pointless, Jen.
You can't connive or entice love.
By definition, it has to find its way to you.
Dawson said that you got a job offer
to go to Philadelphia.
Are you gonna take that?
I don't know. I'm waiting for that sign.
Sign?
You know,
one of those small moments in life
that provides some clarity.
A little occurrence that lets you know
where you need to go,
who you need to be with or not be with.
Smoke.
I think that sign's a little extreme.
No, no, no. I mean, I smell smoke.
Oh, my god. The pot roast.
Wow. This place is really packed.
I, um, I guess that we're lucky
that they could squeeze us all in together.
I'll say.
Lucky.
Dawson, Nicole and I
were just discussing your summer plans.
Yes.
Your father mentioned the possibility
of you interning in Hollywood.
You know, I have plenty of contacts there.
I'm sure I could set you up with a summer job
at an agency or production company.
Isn't that the city that you said would,
and I quote, "eat me for breakfast"?
Look, I'm sorry if I was hasty in my analysis.
Apology not accepted.
Dawson, you don't mean that.
Yes, I do.
I spent months working on a film
that you gave 2 seconds of thought to
before annihilating.
After which, you proceeded
to steer me away from the business as much as possible.
But now that you're dating my father,
all of a sudden,
I'm worthy of an internship in Los Angeles?
You asked me to be truthful, Dawson.
I may not be a fan of your work,
but I'm certainly a fan of your enthusiasm.
There are plenty of other opportunities in the film business,
not just creatively speaking.
Ah, so I'm not creative enough.
No. You're misunderstanding me.
I don't think I am.
All right, everyone ready to order?
Uh, yeah.
You guys go ahead.
Dawson and I will be right back.
So this is your idea of a romantic evening?
Joey, that woman trashed my movie
and came this close to crushing
every single one of my career hopes,
and now she's stealing my father.
What am I supposed to do,
talk about the weather?
Dawson, I know. I realize this.
But by letting her get the best of you,
you're putting a petty little battle
before us and our night.
I mean, it's upsetting.
I'm sorry.
Look, hey, for the sake of our evening,
I will rise above, ok?
Oh, no.
Hi.
Oh, Mrs. Leery.
What a delight.
Is this a French restaurant or a French farce?
I'm gonna go get something to drink.
You're late.
I thought you'd come earlier.
Are you ok?
Look, we can't talk right now, ok?
Pacey is upstairs,
and I don't want him to find out about you.
I don't care about him, Andie.
I care about you,
and I hate seeing you like this.
Look, you know what?
It's just too hard having you both here at the same time, ok?
Brown,
I can't just tell him. It's not that easy.
There are repercussions that I'm not ready to deal with.
Why do I have to tell him in the first place?
Would you understand if you were him?
No. I guess I wouldn't.
Then there's nothing I can do.
There is...something.
You can choose.
I won't do that, brown.
Jen.
Joey? What...
What are you doing here?
I'm here with Gale.
Yeah, we saw.
"We"?
I'm here with Dawson and his father
and...Miss Kennedy.
Oh.
Yeah.
Oh, god. Not good.
Or maybe not so bad.
Where'd Nicole go?
The bathroom.
I don't know if you were watching the entrance just now, but, uh...
Your mother. I saw her.
And you're not stressing out about this?
Why should I stress about it?
She's seen me with Nicole before.
Dad, whether you choose to ignore it or not,
Mom is moments away from deciding
whether or not to leave Capeside indefinitely.
Well, her decision to leave or not
has nothing to do with me.
It has everything to do with you, Dad.
She's not just leaving for a great opportunity.
She's running away from you,
from your relationship,
from your unfinished business.
Well, our unfinished business
is only a matter of paperwork and signatures now.
I don't believe that,
and I know that you don't, either, Dad.
I'm telling you,
if there's even the smallest part of you
that wants to work things out with her, don't let her leave.
For your sake and mine.
Hello, Gale.
I was actually contemplating ignoring you.
I'm sure you were.
You wouldn't by any chance be here with...
Yes, I am.
Well, that just sucks, doesn't it?
I'm sorry?
Well, I just got here.
Maybe I should call it a night.
Maybe. I mean, it would only be fair to Mitch.
On second thought,
I think I'll let Mitch decide
what's fair for Mitch.
Enjoy your meal.
You were listening to me.
You're damn right I was listening to you, Andie.
What's going on here?
I don't know what you're talking about.
Don't pull that with me, ok? Who were you on the phone with?
I wasn't on the phone.
Were you talking to another guy?
I don't wanna talk about this, ok?
Will you just please leave?
Tell me, are you seeing somebody else? No!
Then who were you talking to?
It's none of your business.
Now would you just please leave me alone?
No. I'm not leaving.
I mean it this time, Pacey.
Andie, ever since Abby died,
your moods have been completely unpredictable.
Look at me, ok?
I mean, one minute, you're all over me,
and the next, you don't even wanna see me.
So if it doesn't have anything to do with somebody else,
I can't--
I can't help but think...
Good.
Go ahead, say it.
I'm just wondering
if it's maybe some kind of medical situation.
You had to go there.
Well, it's the logical place to go, Andie.
You know what?
If you don't like having a wacko for a girlfriend,
then why don't you do us both a favor
and just break up with me?
I just wanna help you, Andie.
No, you don't wanna help me, Pacey.
You want explanations for things
I can't give you explanations for.
Ok. Can you at least explain these?
It's a photo album.
No. It's pictures of you and your family I've never seen before.
All right? You had them out,
and you were going through them. Why?
It's none of your business.
Andie, you changed your hair back
to look like it does in these photos of you and your brothers.
And?
And coming on the heels of a month
when you have been acting anything but normal,
I just find it a little odd
that you would all of a sudden revert back to a hairstyle
you had 3 years ago.
Ok. So that's what this is all about?
You're freaking out because I went back to an old hairstyle.
Which one of us has the problem here?
Just tell me that your hair
has nothing to do with these pictures.
Give me back the book.
Why are you acting like this?
I said, give me back the book!
Uh...
You know what, you can stay here if you want.
But I'm really tired, and I'm going to bed.
Thank you for squeezing us in at the last minute.
Our pleasure.
Compliments of the house.
You're officially
entre nous' favorite anchorwoman.
Thank you.
Look at all those happy people.
I never thought romance could be so disgusting.
Nice try, Gale.
But once a romantic, always a romantic.
Oh, you think so?
Oh, I know so.
I would be willing to bet
that if that band started playing a song
that struck a chord in you,
your eyes would well up in a matter of seconds.
Well, I guess there are certain songs
with extra meaning.
Do you and Mitch have a song?
Just out of curiosity.
Thank you.
Sorry to interrupt.
This wine is sent from another table
who wishes to remain nameless.
I just find the quality in films these days,
you know, it's just... The story is lacking.
Promise me, when you're a Hollywood bigwig,
you won't spend your time trying to make
big-money pictures.
You don't really mean that, Miss Kennedy.
Excuse me?
Well, since you already made it perfectly clear
that Dawson shouldn't have anything to do with film,
it's a little persnickety of you
to imply that he may someday
be a Hollywood bigwig, isn't it?
"Persnickety."
What happened?
It's your sister, man.
Uh, we got into a fight,
and this is what happened.
Oh, man.
Jack, something is wrong.
I mean, really, really wrong.
Last night...
I caught her talking to herself.
I mean, she said she wasn't,
but I heard her.
So did I.
Tonight, I mean,
she was in the kitchen,
and I thought she was talking to somebody on the phone.
Talking with who?
I don't know.
I mean, I didn't hear the whole conversation,
but it sounded like
she was talking to somebody named brown.
You know who that is.
That's my name for Tim.
When I was little,
I couldn't pronounce "Timothy,"
so I called him by my favorite color.
Brown.
You think I'm crazy, but I'm not.
No, Andie.
Nobody said that.
I know what you're thinking, and I'm not.
I'm not crazy. I'm not like Mom.
I see Tim,
and he is here.
We know, Andie.
Andie. Andie.
Come on now, Andie, open this door.
An-Andie?
Open this door.
I want it to have the commerciality
of a When Harry Met Sally,
but with a drier, more ironic tone
of a, you know, Nichols and may.
Miss Kennedy, just out of curiosity,
what exactly was the most lacking thing
about Dawson's film?
Oh, god. Do we have to go through this again?
Uh, no, we don't.
I think we should.
Joey.
I'm sorry, Mr. Leery, but there's obviously
a serious undercurrent of tension between Dawson and Miss Kennedy.
And it seems to me that the only way that they can have peace
is to confront the issue that Miss Kennedy finds your son
to be completely and totally without talent or ability
in any way, shape, or form.
No, no, no. I didn't say that.
Well, what was it that you did say?
Yeah, what exactly did you say?
Look, I believe that the key to success
is not only having a dream,
but having the right dream.
There are plenty of people
who aspire to be writers and directors,
but very few actually have the potential.
Who are you to be judging anybody's potential?
You spend a couple years in Hollywood
before disappearing to some small east coast town
to teach high school.
Whatever success you had in Hollywood,
it couldn't have been much.
Well, then it really shouldn't matter
what I think of your abilities, should it?
He's a kid with a dream, Nicole.
Isn't it your job as a teacher
to encourage him to follow it?
That's a really cozy fantasy, Mitch,
but life has a meaner bite than that.
You know, there's a name for individuals
who focus on life's meaner bites.
It's called "bitter."
Well, on that note, if you'll excuse me.
Joey, can I talk to you for a second?
Excuse me.
Is everything all right?
All right, what's going on?
What are you talking about?
You know exactly what I'm talking about.
Not 10 minutes after you warned me
to start practicing a little bit of decorum,
you start pushing every button at that table.
You'll find out momentarily.
All right, kids.
Operation reunited has begun.
Operation reuni-- what is going on?
Don't worry. You'll find out.
Ladies, I see you received the wine you asked for.
Thank you, yes. Nice.
All right. He knows.
The maitre d' knows, and I don't know.
Just wait. And watch.
A familiar song.
Not familiar enough, Mitch.
You're not here with me.
Well, one dance never killed anybody.
I don't believe it.
Maybe there's more romance in the air than we thought.
Or maybe we're just really good.
Thanks for the wine.
The wine?
Yeah. It was... Mature of you.
I appreciated the gesture.
Oh. Well, you know moi--
Ms. Maturity.
So, what's up with Philadelphia?
Are you still deciding?
Considering this evening's seating arrangements,
that doesn't seem to be a concern of yours anymore.
Point taken.
But as Dawson's father,
I feel compelled
to make a quiet plea on his behalf.
What do you mean?
He's like his father.
He's not very good at expressing himself,
and I just don't know...
How well he's gonna get along
with you gone.
As first, maybe.
But eventually, he'll be fine.
Still, if I know Dawson,
he's never gonna let on
just how much he's missing you.
He could ask me to stay.
Yeah, but, see, that wouldn't be fair.
I mean, you deserve the opportunity too much.
Well, I'll miss him, too.
Song's over.
Yeah.
Maybe we can Jimmy it. I'll get a knife.
Andie, come on, open this door. Please.
Please.
Andie, stop crying.
Go away!
I'm not going anywhere, Andie.
Not you!
Tim!
Is he in there right now?
Is Tim in there with you?
Jack!
You're not real!
Die!
Andie, what was that? What broke?
Are you all right?
Let me try this.
Don't come in here, Pacey.
Andie, open the door!
Come on.
They don't believe you, Andie.
They think you're crazy, but you're not.
Yes, I am.
I am crazy.
Who said you're crazy, Andie?
I don't think you're crazy,
and Jack doesn't think you're crazy, either, ok?
Yes, you do.
No, we don't.
I believe you, Andie.
I believe that you're seeing Tim right now
and that he's there and you're talking to him.
But you know what?
It's not fair that Tim can see me
and I can't see him,
so I need you to do me a favor.
I need you to tell me what he's saying.
I'll take care of you.
Ok?
You can't trust anyone else.
They don't understand.
He says you don't understand.
You tell Tim that he's wrong.
I may not understand everything
that's going on with you right now, Andie,
but I understand you.
Do you hear me? You tell Tim that.
You have to choose, Andie.
Let me take care of you.
I'll make you better.
I can't. I can't choose.
No, Tim's right, Andie.
You do.
You have to choose.
What are you doing?
No, I don't want to.
I can't.
You have to, Andie.
You have to choose.
And I'm begging you
from the bottom of my heart
to please choose me.
Open this door, come out here,
and choose me.
Please.
You are so special,
and you give so much to everybody around you.
And you know what, Andie?
I need you more than Tim does.
And so does Jack.
That's not true.
Yes, it is.
My life began when I met you, Andie.
You never gave up on me,
so I'm not gonna give up on you.
So, please, Andie...
For the love of god, please come out here
and choose me.
Please.
Come here, come here, come here.
It's ok.
You're all right.
It's ok.
She's down for the count.
So what do we do now?
Well, for starters, call my dad.
Come on, Jack. Think about what you're saying.
No one's less happy about the idea than I am,
but he needs to know.
Your father wasn't there for your mother.
What makes you think he's gonna be there for Andie, huh?
She needs help, Pacey,
more than you or I or any one person can give her.
My father can afford that kind of help.
Maybe she just needs time to heal.
Time could heal her.
No. Not with this.
Kinda makes things worse.
You don't know that, Jack.
Yes, I do.
I watched it happen with my mother.
You know, at first it was just like this.
A few minor episodes here and there,
and then before anybody wanted to deal with it,
she was too far gone.
The doctors, they...
They gave us this clinical explanation.
They said that she had repressed her grief of my brother's death
to the point where she couldn't experience it with anyone
so she had to,
her subconscious had to create someone to experience it with.
I remember feeling so small and helpless when I heard that.
I wanted so badly to believe that there was something I could do.
There wasn't.
Go call your dad.
Thank you, Jennifer.
For?
My sign.
I got it tonight,
though the shenanigans were a little parent trap-esque
for my taste.
Hey, I had short notice.
So, does that mean you're gonna stay in Capeside?
I never thought I would.
Every part of me wanted to flee this town and rebuild,
but when I was holding him on the dance floor in my arms tonight,
I realized that I could move 10,000 miles away,
and I'd never let Mitch go.
He felt it, too.
I'm as sure of that as I am of anything.
If I don't eat another French meal as long as I live,
I won't be too soon.
Well, I thought it was a pretty successful evening.
Yeah.
At least so far.
Ok. Um...
Confession time.
Oh, yeah?
By any chance did you think
by planning this romantic dinner
that we would end up, uh, closing the deal?
Joey Potter...
Hmm?
You vulgar little thing.
See, I prefer the term "consummating our ultimate desires."
Oh.
Ok.
I didn't realize the notion was that preposterous.
It's not.
I thought about it, too.
Well, the night is still young.
So are we.
Ok.
You just said you thought about it.
Yes, thought, Dawson.
You actually considered it thought about it
or you just plain, ordinary thought about it?
What difference does it make?
Joey, I'm a teenage guy.
It makes all the difference in the world.
I considered it thought about it.
Well, that's good.
Considered's very good.
Ok, let's go, turbo.
Be careful.
So when you say you've considered it,
you, like, really considered it,
or, like, you just thought about it considered it.
Will you just shut up and row?
Ha!
I love it when you're forceful.
Hey there.
I'm so sorry, Pacey.
You know, you're supposed to still be asleep.
What's gonna happen to me?
Well...
You'll go see some more doctors
and get the right medications,
and then you'll be fine, Andie.
But what if I'm not?
Sorry, pal. That's just not in the cards.
I'm so scared, Pacey.
I know you are, Andie.
I am, too, ok?
I don't wanna lose you.
You're not gonna lose me,
not now and not ever.
I love you so much.
I love you, too.