Previously on Dawson's Creek
I'm forming a new student disciplinary committee,
and I want you to be in charge of it.
I could do that.
I mean, I would be honored to do that.
Andie... - You're punishing me.
I slept with another guy six months ago.
Pacey, please don't break up with me.
Andie, I'm sorry.
Things can be different,
and they can be better.
We can't do this.
Put your shirt back on.
Joey, hey.
Dawson, please tell me you guys have The Crucible.
Belinda checked it out about an hour ago.
Oh, no.
Well, serves me right, I guess, for being that girl.
What girl?
The girl who rents the movie
the night before an all-important paper is due
because her debilitating attention deficit disorder
has gotten in the way of her actually reading the book.
Since when are you that girl?
Well, between taking care of baby Alexander
and getting the B&B up and running,
I...I haven't had a whole lot of time
for that pesky endeavor known as schoolwork.
B&B? I thought you worked at the Marina?
What happened?
That's a long and exceedingly soapy story, Dawson.
Ok.
So, what's up with you?
Has Eve helped you add any more crimes and misdemeanors
to your record?
Eve left town, actually.
Well...
Thanks a lot, Dawson.
I guess I'll see you around school.
All right.
I'll be the one cloaked in failure.
Hold on. You know what, Joey?
What if I told you you didn't have to do the paper?
I'm listening.
All right.
After we got the assignment,
I went up to green, and I said,
"Look, do you really want the standard 5-pages of footnotes
"and cribbed encyclopedia passages
chronicling the Salem witch trial, or--"
let me guess.
You sold him on the idea of making a movie instead?
Classic Dawson Leery.
Here's the best part.
Jen and Pacey are also excused from doing the paper,
as long as they lend me a hand tomorrow.
I guess my invitation got lost in the mail.
I would've invited you. It just--
Forget about it.
So what's it about, your movie?
Well, um, since we're reading The Crucible,
we're studying the Salem witch trials,
I figured why not do a documentary
based on something that happened right in your own backyard?
Witch Island.
So, basically, you're ripping off The Blair Witch Project.
I am insulted.
I am making a real documentary.
I want to try to use the myth of Witch Island
to tell a larger story
about hypocrisy and religious persecution.
So...are you in?
Well, you know...
If I blow off the paper,
then I'll probably fail the class,
and if I fail the class,
well, that could be the beginning of a long and tragic downward spiral
that dooms me to wait the tables of Capeside's greasy spoons
for eternity, so...
Count me in.
In the year 1692, 13 young women--
well, teenaged girls, really--
were banished to a small island off the New England coast
because they were suspected of practicing witchcraft.
One night a year later, a fire raged out of control,
killing them all.
Hands down, best high school make-out place ever.
I think that's where your father and I made love for the first time.
God, Mom. Honey, are you ok?
I gotta say, Blair Witch didn't do it for me.
I wasn't remotely scared,
that girl was irritating beyond measure,
and I had to run to the snack bar
in dire need of Dramamine.
I was scared.
That's no surprise there, Potter.
After all, you are quite the skittish kitten.
I thought Blair Witch was groundbreaking.
Hollywood laid to waste by a couple guys with a camcorder.
How cool is that?
Frankly, I think my father makes scarier movies with his home video camera.
You guys want scary?
Check out the Witter family Christmas project.
Guaranteed to make your teeth chatter.
Before we're off to see the witch,
I'd like to opine that there are no such thing as witches.
Here we go.
I say "witch" is just a buzz word for a girl
who happened to follow her completely healthy, totally natural urges
and explore her sexuality.
But see, you can't do that in the swingin' 1690s
without getting the good townsfolk all up in arms.
So what do these puritanical impotent creeps do?
Instead of reaching for the Viagra,
they brand these girls as witches.
They send them off to some godforsaken island
to die a horrible, solitary death.
Well, lucky for you, Jen.
I mean, we live in a world
where you can follow your natural urges
without fear of persecution.
You're right.
I would've been so burned at the stake by now.
Ok. I think it's time to set up for some interviews.
Um, Joey, like to lend me a hand?
Sure.
You guys rustle up some interviewees.
Ja wohl, herr director.
Have fun, kids!
Doesn't that just warm your heart?
Kevin and Winnie taking those first tentative steps
back to the wonder years.
Actually, it just makes me really glad that you and I
had the forethought never to hook up.
Amen, Sister Christian.
Why is that, do you think?
Well, if you look at the clinical research,
you'll find that the smart-ass sidekick, he never gets the girl.
Ohh.
The real reason there was never a you and me, Lindley,
is because you and me-- we don't need anything from each other.
I'm sorry. I left my decoder ring back in the cereal box.
You see, you, as the girl whose wanton ways
had her banished to the boonies,
you needed the affection
of the unblemished small town pure-heart
to validate you in your oh, so vulnerable time, right?
Me, as the perennial black sheep of the Witter brood,
I guess I just needed the love and affection of a woman
whose drive and devotion so shamed me to the core
that it would force me to get in touch with,
I don't know. Shall we call it my inner achiever?
But you and me, we're different.
We're on a level playing field.
God, I thought that Dawson was good at deconstruction.
Ah, Principal Green! Do you have a moment?
Now is not the best time.
I just wanna let you know that I take my appointment
to the head of the disciplinary committee
with the utmost seriousness,
and I am determined not to lose your trust.
That's an earnest attitude. Now, if you'll excuse me--
I just wanna let you know that the last few weeks have been tumultuous,
to say the least,
but I'm pleased to report that I have my priorities in order.
Good. I'm glad to hear that.
I'd like to run by a few ideas, if that's all right.
Come on.
Excellent! Ok, I've read the rules of conduct
prepared by the board of education...
I can't tell you how much I miss this, Joey.
Me, too.
You know, I... I feel lucky.
So do I.
Like I've been able to recapture a feeling that I lost
somewhere along the way.
I know what you mean. It's like--
I mean, granted, it's only for a school project,
but it feels good to be making movies again.
Ahh...
I thought you were talking about us.
Silly me.
Well, that--that, too.
Obviously.
I mean, you know, I...
I miss that whole "Let's make a movie" bug thing we had
before things got so terminally angsty, but it's...
I'm really glad we're friends again.
Friends.
Right.
300 years ago, harlots who were practicing witchcraft
were banished to that island.
And what happened there is proof-positive
that the good lord doesn't take lightly
to those who dabble in the black arts.
One time in high school, this kid disappeared there.
He was a big stoner,
one of those guys that has Led Zeppelin IV
playing in his head at all times.
So everybody said he probably got wasted and drowned.
I don't know.
Some people say the witches got him.
Yeah, well, kids just mysteriously disappear there over the years,
and they say it's the witches or whatever.
But I think the CIA or the NSA had something to do with it.
It's just like our government to come up with some occult back story
to cover up their malfeasance.
Nobody brought snacks?
No. Come on, guys!
What is a field trip without the snacks?
Nobody brought the Doritos, the ho-hos?
My kingdom for a coke wrapped in tin foil.
It's the, uh, Dawson Leery party, right?
Present and accounted for.
Mind if I ask you a couple questions?
I'm making a movie.
Only if you return the favor.
All right?
So, uh...
What's your movie about?
I'm making a documentary about Witch Island.
What's your movie about?
I'm making a documentary
about all the people making a documentary about Witch Island.
Ever since Blair Witch hit,
every geek with a camcorder and a dream's
been out here, so with a little luck,
this baby will get me on the festival circuit, right?
Yeah. What can you tell me about Witch Island?
You know, you kids think it's all spooky fun
and kitschy cool and all that,
but just don't get so caught up in your little Scooby-doo adventure
that you get stuck out there past dark.
Oh, come on. We don't scare that easy.
She calling me a liar. You calling me a liar?
Is that what you're saying, huh?
Girls died out there.
You don't think they're a little ticked off about what happened
all those years ago?
You think they're above taking their anger out
on an errant teenybopper or two
every once in a full moon, huh?
These girls, sometimes they just can't control their natural urges, you know?
All right, all aboard. Let's go.
Hey, gang.
Welcome to Witch Island.
I'm Wendy Dalrymple of the Capeside historical society,
and I'm here to answer any questions that you may have about Witch Island,
which, I'm ashamed to say,
represents a particularly dark period
of our nation's history.
Good god.
You wouldn't happen to have a snack bar or anything over here, would ya?
'Cause I'm famished.
And Cameron over there decided to cancel the 7-Eleven run
before we got on the boat.
You will find some refreshments at our gift shop, young man,
along with a lovely selection of our witch-themed souvenirs.
Oh! I like souvenirs.
Making a little movie, are we?
He's ripping off the Blair Witch project.
Seen it.
Come with me. I'll take you to the cemetery.
Goes over real well with you filmmaker types.
It's got a lot of atmosphere.
Hey, Joey, you realize Blair Witch was fake, right?
Whereas my documentary is real.
Pacey, check this out.
"Has that wicked crush got you down?
"Do you stare at him for hours without getting so much as a glance in return?
"Do you ever call and hang up,
"rifle through his garbage?
"Has the thought of disfiguring his girlfriend ever crossed your mind?
"Stalk no more, ladies.
"This handy-dandy incantation
"will turn the object of all your sugary affections
into a lovesick puppy dog."
Dream on, Lindley.
What, you don't think it'll work?
Well, not to be a naysayer...
No, actually, to be a naysayer,
my belief in the power of spells is somewhere up there
with my belief in the validity of sea monkeys.
I'm gonna try it.
Really? On whom?
You. Me?
Who better? You're not attracted to me in the slightest.
Not in the least.
Ouch.
No, no, no. I didn't mean it like that.
You are certainly quite the little uber-Vixen,
and I am nothing if not fond of you,
but you're just not my type.
Right back at you, man.
I'm brooding and comely.
I'm sure that you score way high on some girl's cute-o-meter, Pace,
just not mine.
I'm a better catch than Ty the Bible beater
or that skirt-chasing neanderthal Chris Wolfe.
This coming from a guy whose past two relationships have ended
with the girl either leaving town to avoid prosecution
or cool out in crazy camp for the summer.
Ouch.
There are only 12.
What?
There were 13 witches, Dawson.
13 girls were sent here,
and there are only 12 graves.
Smart girl.
Nobody ever picks up on that.
Her name was Mary Waldeck.
What happened to her?
Her body was never found.
No one knows for sure what happened,
but there are 2 distinct schools of thought.
For those that like a good ghost story,
well, they believe that she really was a witch
and she haunts the island to this day.
But for those romantics out there,
they believe that her lover came and took her away from this awful place.
Her lover?
Yeah.
I'll give you the cliff notes.
Mary was an orphan.
She was taken in by a family called the Bennetts
and raised alongside their own son William.
William and Mary got along famously,
so much so, in fact,
that in time, they fell in love.
Uh-oh.
One night, Mary and William were found in bed together.
This did not go over well with the God-fearing Bennetts.
And in the blink of an eye,
Mary was no longer their daughter.
She was a witch.
That's horrible.
Can you imagine what this poor girl had to go through?
This is a young girl no older than you.
Put on trial, banished to some godforsaken island
for crimes that she didn't even understand, much less commit.
She was separated from the love of her life.
I think that that's what makes this island such a charged place.
'Cause if you've ever loved somebody that you couldn't be with,
you can feel it in the air:
Sadness, longing,
the uncertainty.
You taking this down, Dawson?
What do you mean?
Soul mates torn apart by circumstances beyond their control,
doomed to wonder what might have been?
There's your movie.
What about the fire? Where did that happen?
Through the woods at the church.
Can you take us there? I'd love to get some footage.
No.
I never, ever go into the woods.
And if you kids are smart,
you won't, either.
But if you do decide to go,
we have some maps in the gift shop.
"With lights low and feet on the floor,
"chant these words to make him yours:
"Dar sabboleth...
"Demotivka...
Demotivka, rhinotchka, bleeth."
Your turn.
Excuse me?
I'm sorry. It sounded like you said
something about me consuming that god-awful muck.
Says right here that both myself and the object of my affection
must ingest of the potion in order for the spell to work.
No, no, no, no.
Please?
Pretty, pretty, pretty please?
You don't have to swallow the branches, I promise.
Fine.
But, Lindley...
Payback is gonna be a bitch.
How do you feel?
Less than fresh.
What is going on in here?
Just a couple of crazy kids practicing a little bit of black magic.
Yeah.
You shouldn't mess with things that you don't understand.
Here. This will take you through the woods
and to the church.
And, oh, yeah, don't get lost
because it's very dark, it's very dangerous,
and there is an excellent chance that you will never be seen
or heard from ever again.
Ok?
Take that Mary Waldeck girl, for example.
Was she a witch? I think not.
Sounds like she just had a bad case of the warm and fuzzies.
It's too heartbreaking for words.
I couldn't disagree more.
How do you figure?
It clearly illustrates how love can thrive
in even the worst of circumstances.
Yeah, and look what happened to her.
Nobody knows what happened to her.
I think it's safe to assume that Mary died a very sad and lonely death,
separated from the one boy she ever loved.
I don't buy that.
If 2 people are truly, madly, deeply in love,
they'll figure out a way to be with each other.
They were young. They were split up for a long time.
Maybe he forgot about her. Maybe he met someone else.
But if he didn't meet somebody else and forgot about her,
then obviously, they were never meant to be in the first place.
See my point?
Could you be any more naive?
Could you be any more cynical?
Could you be any more irritating?
Pipe down, you guys. We're here.
What do you think the chances are that they got a men's room in there?
'Cause I think I went a little heavy on the witch's brew.
Be right back.
Spaghetti straps and open-toed shoes?
Not on my watch.
Inappropriate display of the female forms,
statute 97.1.
Offensive and disgusting.
Uh, excuse me, excuse me.
In case you didn't know,
Elvis has most definitely left the building.
And in his absence,
there will be no sideburns creeping past the earlobes.
Rules of conduct, baby.
Read 'em, learn 'em, live 'em.
Listen to this.
The townspeople built the church
'cause they thought it would help the girls find God.
They'd send a minister over every Sunday,
but the girls would just tease them so mercilessly,
eventually he gave up and stopped coming.
I can hang with those girls.
I wonder if Pacey loves me yet.
They were murdered.
Beg your pardon?
It says here that a group of men from the mainland
treated the island like their own personal brothel.
When word got out, the Bible-thumpers got together
and decided enough was enough.
And then an angry mob came,
corralled the girls into this church,
set it on fire.
That's when William must've run off with Mary.
Hold on, Romeo.
Why are you reading into this all of a sudden?
How do you know that William didn't light the torch?
Uh, I don't know. Maybe 'cause he loved her.
How do you know he was such the enlightened male, Dawson?
I mean, if the whole town thinks your girlfriend's a witch,
maybe it's just easier to go with the flow.
That's not the story I'm interested in telling.
A good documentarian looks at the story from all possible angles,
not just from the perspective
of his cloying and annoying world view.
Has Pacey shown up yet?
Not since he went in search for the perfect tree.
We gotta get back. It's starting to get dark.
You know, I'll go find him.
You two go back to that boat guy
and make sure he doesn't leave without us,
and we'll meet you back at the docks.
Joey, why does my optimism have you so irked?
That's not what's irking me, Dawson.
What is it?
What's going on with us?
This is not the time or the place
to run through an exhaustive dissertation
on the state of our relationship.
Right. You know, we should just stand back
and watch it crumble around us.
We'll deal with it later when it's more convenient.
Joey, we're friends.
Why can't we just leave it at that?
Friends.
Yeah. You take away everything else that we are,
and then that's what we are: We're friends.
Dawson, you can't just will a friendship into existence.
You know, I give up.
For the first time in my life,
I have no idea what you're talking about.
Of course you don't.
Well, explain yourself.
Dawson, what exactly do you know about my life these days?
I mean, think about it.
Do you know how I lost my job? How I did on my PSATs?
How the Potter sisters are eking out their meager living?
And, you know,
I don't know a thing about your life, either.
I'm sorry if I've been distant, but that...
I thought that's what we needed.
You know what?
The last year of my life has been this...
Wide-awake nightmare of conflicting emotions.
And no matter how bad it got,
there was always one thing that kept me going,
and that was us.
Our bond, our connection, whatever you wanna call it.
You know, it made me feel like I wasn't alone,
that I was part of something special.
So I'm not standing here whining about being friends or not being friends.
It's just...
For the first time in my life,
I'm not feeling that connection, Dawson.
And it scares me.
Wait!
There you are.
Great. Get in. Let's go.
No. We can't leave yet.
We got split up from our friends.
Stupid, stupid, stupid.
Didn't I warn you guys about getting stuck out here past dark?
I'm pretty sure that I did.
They'll be here any minute.
No. Uh-uh.
No way. I'm not stayin'.
Weird things happen out here at night, man.
So you can come with me now,
or I can come back in the morning
and find out who's still alive.
We're not gonna leave without our friends.
Fine. I warned you guys.
I told you.
Whatever you do, don't go in the woods!
So you feeling anything yet?
Feel what, exactly?
The spell.
Yeah. Yeah, I am actually starting to feel something.
I think I’m starting to feel a little lost.
That's what it is. Lost.
Yeah, I know.
Pace, I gotta say, the idea of a wholesome,
biblically themed meal this evening with Grams
isn't sounding too gosh-darned unappealing.
I'd even consider saying grace,
but instead, I am traipsing around some haunted forest
with the likes of you.
Why am I always the bad guy, huh?
Do I deserve this? I don't think so.
What is it about me that inspires such vitriolic diatribes?
Take Andie, for example.
She goes away for the summer
and sleeps with a mental patient.
So I break up with her for conduct unbecoming a girlfriend,
something which I think I was pretty justified in,
and yet somehow she manages to turn it around
so that I feel like the creep at the end of the day.
How does that happen?
You think you're the creep?
Just wait until some sweet, innocent freshman
gets a crush on you, and then you accidentally on purpose
break his smitten little heart,
thus derailing his nascent love life forever.
Love has this horrible habit of messing everything up.
That it does.
But sex is nice.
Yes, it is.
Sex good. Love bad.
You toss it into the wok,
it messes the whole thing up.
This is true.
I'm starting to think that maybe casual sex is the way to go.
Sex is never casual, Pacey.
Perhaps, but what if both partners agreed to the terms beforehand?
Like a pre-nup?
Yes. Exactly.
Like a pre-gettin' busy agreement.
I'm just thinkin' out loud here.
But the concept of 2 horny teenagers coming together
for some gleefully nasty coitus
and parting as friends
is positively revolutionary in this day and age.
Sounds killer in theory.
No guilt.
No shame.
No head games.
No bad mix tapes.
I hate those.
You know, this may be the witch's brew talking, Lindley,
but you are starting to look all kinds of cute.
"Another day goes by without word from William.
"It's been but a few weeks time since I arrived on the island,
"yet it feels like an eternity.
This time apart has me wondering if our bond was but an illusion."
Is that what you think, Joey?
That our relationship was some sleight-of-hand magic trick you made
to fill up some hole in your life?
I didn't say that, Dawson.
Don't put words into my mouth.
I don't have to.
Dawson, don't you ever wonder,
you know, where this is going, where we are exactly?
I mean, is this just the first act,
or has our story ended and we're just too stupid to realize it?
Why do we have to figure all that out right now?
What's wrong with just living in the present for once?
Because the present sucks, Dawson.
I mean, excuse me for thinking back and looking forward,
but I'm just trying to make sense of what's happened to us.
Joey, you yourself once told me
that some love stories never end.
What happened to that girl?
She offered herself to the boy she loved,
the boy she thought loved her back...
And he rejected her.
Joey, listen to me.
If we are truly meant to be,
then we will find a way back to each other.
It's as simple as that.
You so sure about that, Dawson?
Listen.
"I fill my days with memories of him.
"I remember how he used to look at me,
"as if I were his most valuable treasure.
"Has he found a new treasure?
"I can't help but wonder
"if we will be able to find our way back to each other.
"The road before us seems so very long,
"and my head is clouded with such dark thoughts.
"I feel our bond grows weaker by the day,
and I'm powerless to stop it."
That's probably them.
Hey.
You rang?
Thought you guys rang.
We didn't ring.
Well, somebody rang.
Well...
This is mighty peculiar, people.
What?
There's no bell.
What?
Ok.
I'm now sufficiently wigged.
How goes the 17th century soap?
She just got a letter from William.
Do tell.
"November 10, 1693."
That's today.
It's also the anniversary of the fire.
Yeah.
"A letter today from my beloved William.
"He has made me so happy.
"He says he's coming tonight
"to take me away from this godforsaken prison.
"Yet, I am scared.
"He says there are those in town
who feel we should be punished further for our crimes."
That's the last entry.
So...
You think he'd come back for her?
Nah.
He probably played her for a fool
and took up with some well-bred hussy from the mainland.
Come on, Joey, hop on the happy train.
Sounds to me like those two were madly in love.
Yeah.
You know, I hate to be one of those girls
who mistakes pop lyrics for profound thought.
But sometimes...
Love just ain't enough.
And I hate to be the one
to burst this whole subtextural bubble that you're living in,
but do me a favor, Joey.
Don't let somebody else's love life dictate your own.
You're not filming anymore, hombre?
I'm not feeling particularly visionary at the moment.
Let me ask you something, Pacey.
Do you think I made a mistake?
When and where?
Well...
I told Joey that we needed some time apart.
Do you think you made a mistake?
Not at first, but...
When I look at her now, and I see how far apart we drifted, and I...
I don't know. What if I was wrong?
What if we don't end up together?
It's all my fault.
You wanna know what I see when I look at you, Dawson?
For better or for worse,
I see a guy who consistently wears his heart on his sleeve.
So no matter how harsh it may seem in retrospect,
when you decided to put some distance between yourself and Joey,
I know all you were doing was just following your heart.
And with that in mind,
I really don't think it's possible for you to have made a mistake.
So you honestly think we can pull this off?
I don't see why not.
You don't have any feelings for me, right?
None whatsoever.
No offense, of course.
None taken, of course.
You for me? Feelings?
Hardly ever think about you.
You gotta love that.
So what do we do now?
Uh...
Should I take my pants off?
Maybe we should kiss first.
Yeah.
That's a good idea.
Wait. Is this the spell?
I don't know.
I don't care.
All I know is that in November of 1999,
4 hyper-verbal teenagers wandered off into the woods on Witch Island
to film some ridiculous documentary for history class,
and 8 hours later,
2 of them started making out.
That was...
Weird.
Yeah.
Try again?
Ok.
How about that? More weird?
Not so much.
Look out!
Open the door!
Break it down!
Pacey, break it down!
Unholy wench!
Hey!
Come on!
Can we please just go home now?
Look, I don't care if we have to swim home.
Let's just get the hell out of here.
Guys, there's gotta be a logical explanation for all this.
Ok, well, why don't you send us a postcard, Spock,
because I, for one, am not sticking around to find out. Come on!
Hey, the boat's here.
Jen, Joey, get the line.
Get in! Get in!
To be quite honest,
I had envisioned a much more straightforward documentary
on the history of Witch Island,
but I was surprised by what I found there:
A love story, pure and simple.
2 soul mates torn apart by the social climate of their time.
And while what happened to us on the island
is certainly open to interpretation,
there's no disputing the fact that the island
embodies the emotional turmoil of a girl
who didn't know what the future held for her and the boy she loved.
It's nice work, Mr. Leery.
A tad derivative in the wake of the whole Blair Witch phenomenon,
but inspired work nonetheless.
I particularly liked the part when--
Hey, man, what's that all about?
What?
It looks like 2 people standing on the dock, watching you go.
See? Look close.
Principal Green, we got a situation here.
Milling and making a filthy den in the library.
One week's detention.
Next!
Miss McPhee, you care to explain what's going on here?
Principal Green, I took your advice, and I ran with it.
I've teamed up with Belinda,
and we've taken the first steps towards improving
the quality of life at Capeside.
What could all of these students have possibly done wrong?
Each and every one of them
was in direct violation of the rules of conduct.
The rules of conduct were prepared in 1957.
Of course they're gonna be in violation.
Now, after you dismiss these students,
I'd like you to stop by my office.
So when are we gonna talk about it?
Talk about what exactly?
What happened out there.
What did happen out there, Lindley?
I don't have any idea.
But I would just prefer
if it didn't get in the way of our...experiment.
Perhaps we should take the shadowy, ill-explained events
of our brief sojourn in the woods as something of an omen.
No.
No?
No. If nothing else, that gooey little melodrama
only proves that love just mucks everything up.
So then your thinking would be
that we should still have sex?
Yes.
Well, all right, then. Ok.
Do you wanna do it right now?
Um...do you?
I'm kinda tired, actually.
Oh, fine. Roswell's on in 5 minutes, anyway, so...
You just let me know when you wanna do it,
and...I'll do it...too.
Ok, so let me get this straight--
If I am ever in the need of a...release,
you're just gonna help me out?
Exactly. But keep in mind, it's a two-way street.
Of course.
Well, that sounds fantastic.
Doesn't it?
It does. Good.
Should we, I don't know, should we kiss on that?
No. No?
Kissing is intimate, and--and we're not about intimacy.
Perhaps we should just shake on it, then.
Shaken.
Great.
It's good seein' ya.
Who else could it be other than Wendy and that boat guy?
He's a guy, she's a girl. They both had access to the island.
They left the boat out there for us.
I mean, it's the only possible explanation.
The only possible explanation?
Let's hear your version.
Ok. The girl's Mary Waldeck,
and the guy's William Bennett.
Look at those clothes and that hat.
Those are 17th-century clothes if I've ever seen them.
I think the crack habit has definitely come between you
and your cognitive powers, Dawson.
Obviously Wendy and the boat guy
were screwing with us the whole time.
Skeptic.
Sucker.
Cynic.
Gullible.
I don't know. Maybe you're right.
Maybe we've seen the world according to Dawson one too many times.
Maybe I should step out of the movie theater and into the harsh light of day.
I don't know, Dawson. I mean, maybe you're right.
Maybe William and Mary found their way back to each other after all.
Ya think?
It's just a thought.
Joey, I wanna apologize.
For what?
For taking our friendship for granted.
It was wrong to think we could just pick up
right where we left off.
Well, it's not entirely your fault, Dawson.
I mean, look at us.
We've spent years intellectualizing every little feeling,
and it doesn't count for anything.
All that matters is what we do,
how we take care of each other, so...
So let's not talk this to death.
Let's take it slow and...
Check in with each other every once in a while.
That sounds immensely doable.
Good.
I think this is one x-file we're never gonna close.
Well, not unless we go back.
No.
Come on, Joey, the sequel.
Let's just see how this one opens first.
By the way, how did you do on your PSATs?
Brilliantly.
Watch out.