Previously on Dawson's Creek
This is the reason you covertly hushed us this into the corner?
Pacey, read the fine print, it says "Educational Testing Service."
It's gone.
What's gone?
Whoever stole the test needs to give it back.
Thank you. - For what, man?
Doing what I asked you to do.
Taking care of Joey.
One week, you're soul mates, the next week,
you're giving each other up for the greater good.
I mean, do you think it's possible that sometime soon
you could make up your mind?
So what is it, a girl or something?
Is she pretty?
That kind of pretty that gives you butterflies,
you know what I mean?
I don't recall requesting the pleasure of your company, Pacey.
Rag?
Brush.
You know,
after Van Gogh chopped off his own ear,
there was a rash of copycat mutilations
amongst his students.
Your point being...
Well, my point being
that the whole world reveres the artist,
envies their talent, wants to be just like them.
So that's what I'm doing here.
I'm hoping some of your genius will rub off on me.
You got kicked out of your house again.
No. Not exactly kicked out. It's more like
they're filming a lifetime original movie
in my living room right now.
And which one of the Witter sisters
is in complete distress right now?
That would be numero uno.
Left the sergeant major for conduct unbecoming,
fled back to the home front,
and, of course, brought along my screaming nieces.
Oh.
So I finally get my own room,
and you have been exiled to sofa city.
Ouch.
My sentiments exactly.
So, uh...
So, what do you think?
Oh, is it done?
Yes, it's done.
I thought that Principal Green
had commissioned you guys to do murals
exemplifying school spirit and unity.
He did.
Oh.
Well...no offense, but this looks like something
you'd find tattooed on Kwai Chang Caine's forehead.
You don't like it.
I didn't say I don't like it. I'm...
Pretty sure the rest of the murals
will probably be a little more traditional, but--
What, like football players and lighthouses?
And what do they actually say about the high school experience?
Joe, this is the U.S. of a.
We're a very prosaic nation,
and when we have art in public places,
we want it to be about as subtle as Godzilla.
Yeah, but, Pacey, don't you think that art can have this power?
I mean, it can bring people together.
Oh, yeah, absolutely.
In museums,
the thinking man's pickup joint.
And that's what I like about you, Pacey.
You just...go so deep.
Thanks.
No peeking.
What, I don't get a preview?
No.
Why not? Pacey did.
Dawson, the unveiling is a crucial part to any new work,
and...I want you to have the complete experience.
He didn't tell you what it is, did he?
No. He didn't. But he said it was great.
That means a lot, coming from
the world's most discriminating art critic.
Hey. Well, he... He knows what he likes.
Dawson, Pacey's prized possession
is a black velvet painting of the baby Elvis.
No.
So how's your speech coming?
I don't know why I have to even say anything. I mean,
isn't an artist just supposed to let her work
speak for itself?
Yeah, but when PTAs and the school board
let you paint something in the hallway of a public school,
they expect a little poignant ceremony in return.
So are you gonna be there?
Of course!
I mean, if you want me to.
Yeah.
I want you to.
Ok.
And whatever you think,
be honest with me, you know.
Even if you hate it--
Even if I hate-- what makes you think I'm gonna hate it?
Nothing.
It's just...
The stepping out from behind the curtain?
I can understand that. It can be terrifying.
Up there in the lights in front of all those people.
Being judged.
Well, it's even more than that. I mean...
I feel like I’m...
Declaring myself for the first time. I mean...
What I really think about this place, and...
With everyone staring at it,
it's gonna be like they're all looking right into my soul.
Give me a break. It was a joke.
There's nothing funny about cheating, Matt.
Principal Green...
Members of the disciplinary committee...
I--I admit it.
I--I didn't know the answer on the quiz,
so--so I did what any self-respecting kid would do
in the cellular age, you know?
I whipped out my StarTAC, I dialed home,
and--and I asked my mom,
"How many justices sit on the supreme court?"
You know, call me crazy, you know--
even Mr. Higgins laughed.
McPHEE: Ok, and you claim
that your mother didn't know the answer either?
Uh-huh.
Ok. So...
How do you explain your perfect score on the quiz?
I guessed.
Ok. Um, well,
then I guess my recommendation would be
that you get a failing grade on the work in question
and a 3-hour detention.
Why don't you just bust my kneecaps while you're at it?
That'll be enough, Mr. Caufield.
While your behavior clearly violates
the letter of the honor code,
I do not believe it is in violation of the spirit.
Am I free to go then?
Yes, you're free to go.
Mr. Caufield.
Let's let this be the last time
we see you before this committee.
Uh, Andie...
Would you wait for me for a minute, please?
Sure.
Um, Principal Green,
I'm really sorry about earlier.
I overreacted to the--
No, that's not what this is about.
Andie, I have news.
News?
I was contacted this morning
by the educational testing service.
Andie...
Your phenomenal PSAT results
have placed you among the top 50,000 scorers in the country.
You, young lady, have taken one giant step
toward a national merit scholarship.
Isn't that fantastic?
Fantastic.
Andie, what's wrong?
You seem stunned.
No. No, no.
It's just, um...
Well, it's just-- yeah...
I'm a little stunned.
Congratulations.
No. No.
No! Look!
Pacey, last time you were here,
you left water rings on my deco coffee table.
Dougie, Mom and Dad just wanted me to bring you something, that's all.
Yeah? What?
Me!
Look, what are you doing?
I'm moving in, bro.
Wh--excuse me?
You heard me. I'm moving in.
Oh, look, Dad gave me a check to give to you,
it's, uh, like a security deposit
in case I break your stereo.
You're not breaking my stereo, because you're not touching my stereo,
'cause you're not moving in with me. Not now, not ever.
This is not Party of Five.
Come on, Dougie, please.
You can't make me go back to that house.
I mean, think about it.
You got this whole stylin' bachelor pad
all to yourself with the... Nice lighting
and the fancy window dressings
and all the other trappings
of the modern extremely closeted homosexual male,
and I don't even have a room to myself anymore.
Since when?
Well, since Carrie decided to take
an extended leave of absence from Jerry.
You remember Jerry, don't you?
Our favorite brother-in-law,
the one with all the tattoos?
And of course she brought along the no-neck monsters
who are currently residing in my room.
So what do you say, man?
Can I stay here, please?
Ok, look,
if I agree to this--
and it is a very big "if"--
there will be rules.
I am your willing pupil.
Rule number one: We don't eat anything that Mom sends over.
The woman thinks that iceberg lettuce is haute cuisine.
Agreed.
Rule number 2: The coaster.
Live it, love it, use it at all times.
Done.
You will keep the CD collection
in alphabetical order by last name, not first.
Do you understand?
Oh, yeah, perfectly. But I don't foresee the need for me
to dip into your diva collection anytime too soon.
Oh, I think you would be surprised
at how a tortured, impassioned female voice
can soothe an achy-breaky heart.
My heart is just fine, thank you very much.
Oh, sure it is, little brother. Sure it is.
Look, Dougie, if you're referring
to our brief jailhouse conversation the other night,
you can just chalk it up to drunken rambling.
Well, there won't be any of that on my watch.
And I won't have any moping around
like a lovesick puppy either.
By the way,
are you any good at decoupage?
Oh, god help me...
You're not planning on taking pictures?
Uh, don't try and stop her, Joey.
When a little sister accomplishes something impressive,
it's very important for a big sister
to create a huge, embarrassing fuss over her.
Yeah, and the more embarrassing, the better.
Thank you. I know it's not gonna be too fun for you
to walk the halls of Capeside again,
seeing as it wasn't exactly your favorite place on earth.
Yeah, but I'm old, remember?
And that was a long time ago,
and things are different now.
They're not that different. What, are there, like,
10 black kids in that school?
11.
And don't try to rewrite history, Bess. I mean...
I remember the days you used to pick me up from kindergarten
and complain the whole way home about some...
Smug, 2-faced idiots who thought they were better than you
simply because you had the wrong kind of jeans.
Ok, I admit it.
I hated high school, but that's why I'm so glad
it's not like that for you, Joey.
You're talented,
and everybody at that school knows it,
they've known it for years,
and today they're going to see proof positive
that Joey Potter
is a force to be reckoned with.
...and I painted this
so that we all can remember the beacon of knowledge
that our teachers shine on us every day.
In closing, I would like to thank Principal Green
and all of you for this opportunity to impart my message of unity.
And now, the last of our Capeside High murals.
I'd like to ask Joey Potter to step up
and grace us with a few words about her creation.
Well, uh, Principal Green said the mural should focus
on what unifies us as a school, and...
You think about it, nothing really unifies us.
Even our mascot is divisive-- The Minuteman?
Right there, you've alienated half the student population.
So...the only thing that I could think of
that unites us all-- that we all have in common--
is that we all start off in kindergarten thinking
that we can be anything that we wanna be,
and by the time we get here, we've somehow lost that feeling.
We've all started to believe whatever our parents or our friends have told us
about what we can achieve and who we can be in life,
and we've forgotten about that possibility we had when we were younger.
And that's what I think we all have in common,
and that's what the symbol on my painting means--
possibility. I painted it because I thought we could all use
a daily reminder that if you believe in yourself,
even when the odds seem stacked against you, anything's possible.
So, I hope you like it.
Excuse me.
Joey.
Hey, wait up. You ok?
That's what I get for answering the call to public service--
public humiliation.
Nobody's humiliated except for maybe the person who did this.
It felt humiliating, Dawson, to me.
Look, it was a silly prank.
You don't know that.
You put your heart and soul into that,
and I don't blame you for being angry, but don't turn this
into some sort of personal attack on you.
Not to stick my nose in here, but just to stick my nose in,
of course it was a personal attack. What?
There were only 3 murals in that hallway.
Yours was the only one that got touched. So?
So either someone didn't like what Joey was trying to say,
or someone just didn't like you.
Your logic leaves a lot to be desired.
Dawson, we're in high school here.
It's a veritable society unto its own
with a pecking order that makes the caste system look forgiving.
Who knows what subtle line you may have crossed
or what offense you might have given without knowing it?
Paranoid much?
You don't think there's a possibility
there's somebody out there who hates Joey just for being Joey?
Who hates the way she talks, the way she dresses,
the way she chews on her lower lip.
I don't chew on my lower lip!
I'm just putting it out there.
Think about it. Does anybody come to mind?
Why, so we can all gang up on him and call him dirty names?
Do me a favor, just stay out of this.
It was an act of vandalism, pure and simple.
Some idiot trying to rage against the machine.
That doesn't make any sense. Perfect!
Heckle and Jeckle. This is exactly what a girl needs
in the middle of an existential crisis, and it's not helping.
So thanks, but no, thanks.
Shouldn't we, uh-- No. Let her go.
So, uh, have you heard any word on Joey?
She's pretty broken up about it.
Yeah, obviously. Who wouldn't be?
They'll catch the guy, and you can have the last laugh.
Huh?
D.C. throw the book at him.
Right, heh. You know what?
Actually, Jack, I'm thinking about quitting my position.
On the disciplinary committee?
Andie, you're, like, the senior-most student representative.
That's one step below the savior for mankind
as far as college admissions are concerned.
I know, but it's just taking up way too much time.
Besides, my school work's starting to slip,
and the more I think about it, the more uncomfortable I feel
about sitting in judgment of others.
What?
I'm just a little shocked.
Why?
It's not like you to bail on a commitment.
Come on, Jack. A lot of things aren't like me,
but I've done them anyway.
Can you set the table?
Yeah.
Any room at the inn?
Depends.
On what?
The length of the lecture
I'm gonna be forced to sit through.
No lectures, I promise.
Although I do wanna say
that I'm sorry that what happened today happened.
Well, the whole thing was tragically lame to begin with.
As if painting on a wall is going to make any change
or the slightest bit of difference in school.
Maybe. Maybe not.
For some reason, I don't like the sound of those maybes.
Repaint the mural.
What?
Do it tonight.
Surprise that bastard when he shows up tomorrow morning.
I would rather shove red-hot needles
underneath my toenails, ok?
Come on. You're gonna let some stupid high school prank
keep you from finishing something that you obviously care about?
I finished it, Dawson, ok?
It's not my fault that not everybody got a chance to see it.
I can't believe you're being like this. Like what?
Defeated. Dejected. Demoralized.
News flash, Dawson: I can't always be
your plucky little Joey Potter.
I don't have this unlimited reserve
of goodwill and good faith in humanity,
and sometimes, I am going to be a little depressed.
It's not about demeanor. It's about not being a victim.
It took me a month to do that, Dawson.
I had to conceive it, and I had to execute it,
and you can't just expect me to start over.
Why not?
For the same reason you haven't shot a roll of film since January.
Joey, that's completely different.
Really? Yes.
I chose to quit filmmaking. That was a personal decision.
It had nothing to do with the fact
that it was poorly received at the festival?
Truthfully? No.
Well...then how convenient for you.
What does that mean?
You have all of these choices, Dawson.
You have all of these choices that you just take for granted.
I mean...God... One day, you're a filmmaker,
and the next day, you're not, and tomorrow,
you could wake up and decide you wanted to be a sculptor,
or you wanted to just backpack through Europe,
or--or--or climb mt. Everest, and you can do that.
And you can't? No, I can't.
Why not?
I can't afford to waste the time
to go find myself and be artistic,
and I can't afford to just reject reality
and go off and chase my pipe dreams.
I can't do it because that's not my life. That's your life.
You know what I think this is about?
What?
I think you're relieved.
I think you're relieved somebody painted over that mural...
'Cause you never had to go through the hard part--
never had to show it to the world,
never had to hear what anyone else thought about it.
You never had to decide for yourself
how good or talented you really are.
Wonder why I came over tonight?
These are the keys to the school.
Principal Green gave 'em to me.
Do what you want.
Oh, if it's brown, it must be Tuesday.
What do you call these things again, Witter?
Elephant scabs.
Packed with whole grain goodness.
Did you guys see the look on Principal Green's face?
Huh? At the unity mural thing.
I thought the guy was gonna have a breakdown.
And that girl Joey, she totally lost it. Classic.
Yeah. Look, uh...
I'm running myself a little pool here--
Guess the true culprit. Winner takes all. You guys in?
How much?
It's only a buck a pop.
Had to be Caufield.
Yeah, definitely.
What makes you guys so sure?
'Cause there's no other possibility. Ha ha ha!
Ok. Caufield it is.
Hey, Caufield.
Do I know you?
No, not really, thankfully for me.
Look, rumor has it that you have this irrepressible urge
to express yourself artistically.
What, that thing yesterday at the mural?
That was pretty classic, huh?
Too bad I can't take credit for it.
So you didn't do it?
I don't know.
I mean, everyone seems to think I did,
so maybe I should just do the polite thing
and accept the credit and say thank you.
Maybe. But, look, I'm here to tell you
that not everybody thinks what you did was funny.
Well, some people don't have a sense of humor.
Is that your problem?
Yeah, that's me. I'm humorless.
Hmm. What do you want?
I want you to apologize,
and then I want you to turn yourself in,
and I want you to do it before the day is done.
And why would I do that?
Because this time, you just happened to mess with
somebody I care about.
Hey, have you seen Joey?
No. She wasn't in home room.
That's a nice rig.
It's a Christmas present.
Eh, that sucks, huh?
What's that?
Your parents shorted you on the off-road package.
Get your hands off me.
Oh, come on, tough guy.
What the hell do you want?
You know exactly what I want.
So, what's next, Witter?
You gonna sic your civil servant Dad on me?
Can't you see...
I'm barely shaking in my boots?
Well, you know my name.
That's a good starting place.
What I know is I'm gonna count to 3,
and you're gonna step aside.
Dream another dream, cowboy.
That's not how this is gonna shake out.
1, 2, 3.
Are you whacked or something?
Oh, no. Not yet. Not by a long shot.
What? You want me to say I did it?
Ok. I did it. Huh, there. Satisfied?
Ok. Good. Now, what are you gonna do about it, huh?
I said, what are you gonna do about it!
I'm gonna go and apologize.
Ok?
Aah.
Ugh!
Hey!
On your feet! Both of you!
Inside! Now!
Get me Dawson Leery and David Curren, please.
Uh, Principal Green, can I talk to you for a minute?
Not now, Andie. I'm in the middle of something.
Please. It'll only take a second,
and it's really important.
What is it?
I'd like to tender my resignation
from the disciplinary committee.
What?
I think that you have this idea about me
that--that I'm somebody I'm not,
that I'm--I'm somebody with unwavering integrity,
and I can't live up to that.
Can we discuss this later at length?
I don't know that there's anything more to discuss, Principal Green.
Thank you.
Now, since neither Mr. Witter nor Mr. Caufield
choose to clarify the meaning of their little title fight
in the parking lot,
I'm counting on their friends
to look out for their best interest. Mr. Leery?
Don't say anything, Dawson.
Mr. Curren?
Not a word, Dave.
Well, somebody better speak up,
and you better speak up fast...
Because a timely call to the Dean over at Dartmouth
will trigger an immediate review on your early admission status.
And Mr. Witter, one more suspension on your record,
and you can bend down and kiss this whole higher education deal good-bye.
Ok. I have no other alternative.
It's because of the mural.
Hey, shut up, Dawson. This is not your fight!
It's not yours either.
So what you're saying is that the reason that Mr. Witter picked a fight
was because he believes that Mr. Caufield
had something to do with the vandalization of the unity mural.
I went nowhere near that thing.
As if I could give a rat's ass about some stupid Chinese drawing.
If you didn't go anywhere near it,
how did you know what it was?
That's a very good question.
Anyone could've taken a look.
She's been working on it for weeks.
Yeah. At night and before school, but other than that,
it's been sealed up tight as a drum.
I'm one of her closest friends. I didn't even know what it was.
You know, this is ridiculous.
Not to mention, if you didn't, as you say, "give a rat's ass,"
then why would you go through all the trouble of finding out what it was?
Check the floor, Caufield.
I think you just painted yourself into a corner.
Ok. You got me.
Busted.
Yeah. I Jackson pollocked some meaningless mural.
You know what? For one thing, it was ugly.
You know? It was an eye-sore.
And not to mention, why do I have to look at some trivial girl's
little message to the masses every morning?
Frankly, it offends me.
Possibility is offensive to you?
I'm white. I'm rich.
That's all the possibility I need.
Say again?
You heard me.
The advance copy of the P.S.A.T.
That Dawson had,
I'm the one who stole it.
That's how I did so well on the test, Jack.
That's how I scored in the 99th percentile.
That was you?
Oh, Andie.
I know. Surprise. Surprise.
Well, why? I mean, you knew that stuff cold,
inside and out, backwards and forwards.
If anybody was gonna ace that test, it was gonna be you.
It was just sitting there on the table
like--like this piece of forbidden fruit,
and not a chance of getting caught.
I don't know. It just seemed like the answer
to all my problems at the time.
What do you mean?
I thought that...
You know, if I aced the test, then...
Everybody would think I was ok again.
You know, that that would somehow convince them.
But now that I really am ok,
I'm having a hard time living with myself.
Hence your resignation from the disciplinary committee.
Jack, for the past 6 months,
I have been walking around,
feeling like the biggest hypocrite.
I mean, don't you see? I've been so hard on all these other people
just as a way of punishing myself.
But now it's time to make amends for that.
Wait a minute. What--what are you planning on doing?
I'm gonna tell Principal Green tomorrow.
No. You're not.
Yeah, I am.
No. No. Andie, look, think about this, ok?
You screwed up. Fine. Ok? It was a moment of weakness.
But do you really want to get kicked out of school
for cheating on something that has the word practice in front of it?
Jack, you know what I want?
I want to be free of this thing
once and for all.
You know? Free of what I did,
and I want to be able to go to the mirror
and recognize who I am again.
Andie, there's got to be a better way.
Jack, I've thought long and hard about this. Ok?
There is no better way.
Not for me.
Do you mind?
I'm having this steak for dinner tonight with a nice bernaise sauce.
Well, what am I having?
Bread and water.
Doug, I'm a soldier here,
returning from the killing fields.
I mean, you know, where's my purple heart, my ticker-tape parade?
Watch it on your black and white.
You know, the one with a coat hanger as an antennae
at the chevron station...
Where you're probably going to be pumping gas
for the rest of your natural born life, Pacey.
Of all the bone-headed moves.
What are you talking about?
I was right. It was Matt Caufield.
Yeah, and that lets you off the hook how?
Because the guy deserves whatever he gets, ok?
Preferably his silver spoon shoved up his ass.
Oh, that's funny, Pacey. That's really funny.
Oh, this is rich.
Here I am, trying to do the right thing.
You know, sometimes a guy just can't win.
No. He can't.
Not if he completely overreacts to a situation.
If you're gonna throw away your future, just do it on your own account, ok?
Oh, hey, don't get me wrong.
Don't think I ever cared here.
I was only doing Dawson a favor.
Dawson. Yes, Dawson.
You know, looking out for you.
Think back with me, way back.
You know, like the beginning of the school year.
Dawson Leery returns from the big city a changed man,
determined to sever ties with girl across the creek.
So, he asks trusted friend to look after said girl
during the delicate transitional period.
Trusted friend, of course he obliges,
and now trusted friend gets his head handed to him on a platter.
So you guys just traded me off
like some sort of baseball card?
Is that what this is about?
What?
Us. You and me. I thought that--
You thought what?
I guess I thought something else, Pacey.
You have consistently
flaunted my authority, Mr. Caufield.
You have undermined the ability of my teachers to educate.
And now, you challenge my commitment...
To reshape this school into a community.
Principal Green, it was only a mural.
Yes, it was only a mural...
But it was so much more than just a mural.
You don't fool me, Mr. Caufield.
I know exactly who you are.
You've been led to believe you're untouchable.
So you disrupt the school. You disobey the rules.
You serve to divide the student body
with your arrogance and your attitude.
Now, you may be smart, and you may be rich, Mr. Caufield,
but you are not above the law.
And for that reason, it is my decision...
That you be expelled from Capeside High.
Expelled?
You heard me.
For the rest of the year?
For the rest of the year.
Principal Green...
Do you have any idea
what my father's gonna say about this?
Yes. I have a very good idea
of what your father's gonna say about this.
So what's going on in there?
I don't know. It's hard to tell.
No sign of... Birch cane or knuckle rapping.
No.
Let's face it. Pacey's gonna be lucky
if he gets off without another suspension.
The way things are going, I mean...
You should have just asked me to look out for him.
Excuse me?
I know all about the little wife-swapping arrangement.
Wife--
Joey, that's not how it was, and you know it.
Then how was it?
Well, first of all, it was months ago.
I mean, things were very different between us.
You're right. Back then I felt like you still understood me.
Oh, and I don't now?
No. I ever asked for your pity!
It wasn't-- it wasn't about pity.
I couldn't be there for you,
but I wanted you to have someone you can turn to,
someone you could talk to.
Now tell me-- where is the harm in that?
Well, it just would have been nice
if that someone could have mustered a shred of genuine concern.
That someone is in that room right now
because he's got a hell of a lot more
than a shred of concern.
Joey, why are you doing this?
Doing what?
Casting aspersions on people
who obviously care about you.
You really think that I don't want the best for you?
Pacey--I mean, Pacey's a lotta things--
impulsive, thoughtless, stubborn--
but after everything that's happened this year,
can you honestly doubt for a second...
That he doesn't truly care about you?
Let me just state for the record...
I like that man in there.
In fact, I'll go you one better--he is a great human being.
He's got the fairness of Lincoln,
the charisma of Martin Luther King, Jr.
He's even-handed and tempered
and, if I may say so myself,
acutely susceptible to a certain type of irreverent humor.
So he let you off.
Not exactly.
But he didn't suspend you.
Well, let's just say I'm not packing my bags quite yet.
Although 3 days off would have provided a welcome diversion.
Ok, so divulge. What happened in there?
I'm gonna be a mentor.
Be a what?
Mentor. You know, the Capeside mentoring program.
Since I seem to be completely incapable
of suppressing my own juvenile impulses,
Principal Green seems to think
that I would benefit from the company and example
of someone half my age.
Ha ha ha!
What's so funny?
What about the poor kid?
What are you gonna teach him?
What are you talkin' about?
You gonna teach him the importance of keeping a secret?
Like, say, from, you know...Joey, for example?
Oh, that...
Uh...she told you.
Yeah.
Hmm. Well, what do you think the odds are
that you, yourself, will be as enlightened and forgiving a person
as Principal Green just was?
Not good, Pace.
Ok...
Not good.
To say that I am profoundly shocked and disturbed
by what you did would be an understatement.
Your behavior was deceitful, immoral,
and ultimately, a disgrace to this school.
I know.
I just...wish that I could have told you sooner.
You know I'm going to have to inform
the educational testing service,
and that they're gonna cancel your scores,
and that you're gonna have to forfeit your chance
at a merit scholarship.
I'm aware of that. Yes.
Now...you say that there were other students
who were aware of this test,
but you were the only one who exploited it.
Are you absolutely certain about that?
Absolutely certain.
What do you want me to do here?
What am I supposed to do about this, Andie?
Um...
Well...
I heard that Matt Caufield was expelled from Capeside today.
And what I did was...
No less grave or serious an offense.
Is that what you think?
I cleared out my locker, and I know that all actions have consequences.
Andie--
Most of all...
I'm sorry for letting you down
and for letting myself down.
Andie...
You and Matt Caufield have nothing in common.
He is a selfish, spoiled young man
who has no sense of right or wrong,
who actually takes pleasure in hurting others.
The only person that you hurt... Is yourself.
But I did cheat.
And it was wrong, and I should be punished for it.
When you were on the disciplinary committee,
one of the things that I tried to teach you
was the idea of proportionality.
Make the punishment fit the crime, yes,
but also look at the person.
Now, Matt Caufield, he doesn't deserve, nor would he benefit
from my leniency.
But Andie McPhee...
She just might.
I don't know what to say.
Don't say anything.
Get your stuff. Put it back in your locker.
As for your punishment...
I have to think about that for a couple of days.
Thank you, Principal Green.
Thank you.
What on earth?
Hey, Potter.
Pacey, what are you doing?
Painting.
Duh!
I just thought it would be good
if you could start with a blank canvas.
Blank canvas, huh?
Yeah, you know, wipe the slate clean, Tabula Rasa,
return to point "A". All that good stuff.
And, uh, who, may I ask
told you I was planning on repainting the mural in the first place?
Ah, it's just this guy I met out in the street.
Some guy.
Yeah, your typical do-gooder type.
Mmm.
So...you gonna thank me?
For what?
Well, for all manner of things.
You know, like defending your honor,
bucking the system--
Tilting at windmills while in the throes of a misguided hero complex?
Well, yeah, that, too.
Pacey, if I was going to thank you for anything,
it would be for being yourself,
and, you know, not caring what anybody else thinks
and for knowing in your heart what's right and wrong and...
For being there this year...
When I needed you the most.
You're welcome.
So you want help?
One condition.
Sure. Name it.
Be honest.
The only reason you've been hanging out with me
is simply because Dawson told you to?
Yep. That's the only reason.
Hmm.
You need to get a life.