Previously on Dawson's Creek
What's the matter, Molly?
Lily and Todd aren't coming.
They said they had to quit the team
because you're dangerous.
You found time to steal a boat
when you needed to.
If you want me to honor my promise
not to press charges,
you need to honor yours
by working off your debt.
Drue, what are you doing?
I told them all about our
mutual experience with ecstasy
and how we both contributed
to the delinquency of poor Andie McPhee.
We can help build a new community center for kids.
You did this look better to everybody else.
But I think that you'll find that
no amount of apologizing
is good enough for these people
once they've made up their minds about who you are.
Everybody!
The swimming pool! You've got to see
what they did to the swimming pool.
My! You don't see this every day.
What the hell is this?
That's my boat...
And my dog.
Who could have possibly?
I should have thought of this.
Dawson, while we do recognize your talent
as a witty practical joker,
I think that this is even out of your league.
Chester, come here.
Do you know that dog, Mr. McPhee?
No.
Will the following students please report
to Principal Peskin's office immediately:
Jack McPhee, Zack estrin,
Dawson Leery, Dave Bussan, Pacey Witter.
Process of elimination
has made you one of the lucky 3
that I still consider to be a suspect in this crime.
-Now , -there's an easy way to do this, Mr. Witter,
and there is a hard way.
Well, seeing as I have absolutely no idea
what crime you're referring to,
I'll probably take the easy way.
What, are you guys accusing me of something?
You know that you're the last person
I would suspect of being responsible for a stunt like this,
but you can also understand why we would have no choice
but to bring you in.
Yeah. The dog fingered me.
We're on your side, Pacey,
but we got to get to the bottom of this mystery.
And circumstances require that we at least
consider you as a possible suspect.
What circumstances would those be?
Well, given that you're my son,
it, uh, follows that you would have access
to my master keys to the school,
thereby placing you on a rather short list.
Mr. Witter, everyone in Capeside is aware
of the rather sad fate of the late vessel True Love,
which, I believe, gave you access
to the marine storage facility in the yacht club
where my boat resided at the time of its boatnapping,
if you will.
Chester was taken sometime between 10:00 in the morning,
when Mrs. Peskin let him out after breakfast,
and noon, when she realized he was gone.
So all you have to do is tell us where you were
and who you were with yesterday morning.
Jen! Jen, come on. Jen! Open the door.
Oh. Oh. I'm still asleep.
And this is a dream
in which you're heterosexual.
Yeah. These are for Grams.
Can you open the door, please?
I got something way better for you.
Really? Yes.
What could possibly be better than a dapper, young lad
bearing a floral arrangement?
I talked to the guidance office.
You know that community service, manual-labor thing you're supposed to be doing?
Oh, yeah. I asked them if it was possible
if you could fulfill your commitment
by assisting me with my soccer team.
And what'd they say?
They said, "Providing that kind of guidance for a kid
"is exactly the kind of rehabilitating activity
that your kind needs in order to mend her evil ways."
Jack, I think I'm more qualified
to pick up trash on the highway
than mold impressionable young minds.
Aw, come on. Look, I need you here.
Every since Andie left, I've been barely getting by.
I mean, the soccer parents have been completely unhelpful.
And if that weren't enough, my star goalie broke his leg yesterday
trying to jump off the roof of his house into his swimming pool.
Ok. All right.
You've sufficiently plucked my heartstrings.
I'll do it.
You're a goddess.
Give these to Grams when she gets back from church.
Ok.
Hey, I'll be back at 12:45 sharp to pick you up.
Where are you going?
I--I can make eggs. Um--
I got to, uh, I got to meet Drue
at the hardware store.
Why are you meeting Drue at the hardware store?
Long story. It's a karma thing.
Hey, I gotta run.
You say you didn't pull this stunt.
Fine. Convince me.
Tell me everything,
every single thing you did yesterday.
Yesterday.
Now, let's see.
Where was I?
Oh, yes. Right here.
Hey, Pace. Mm-hmm?
You are a pushover.
You gave in.
No, I am not a pushover.
I just felt the need to explore my options.
Pacey, for 5 years, your brother has been nagging you
about spending a day with him observing police policies,
and you've always told him to just stick it.
Then you take some meaningless career aptitude test,
and suddenly you're watching the lost episodes of Cop Rock
and taking him up on his dubious offer.
Well, don't you think I'd look sexy in a uniform?
Hmm?
Beside the point.
Oh, I don't think so at all.
Well, kiss me good-bye
before I hit the rough-and-tumble asphalt jungle.
I'll pray for you, sweetheart.
Hi, Doug. Hey.
Take care of this punk for me, will ya?
See if maybe you can't straighten him out a little bit?
Straight isn't a really big part
of Doug's vocabulary, you know.
Yeah, that's funny. Hurry up. We gotta get going.
Why are you staring at me like that?
When I got up yesterday morning,
you weren't at the house.
Which proves that I kidnapped Chester?
Aren't you guys working this whole,
like, NYPD Blue angle a little hard?
All right, um, in the morning,
Mom gave me a ride.
Now, listen, get home as quickly as possible.
I need you to find the keys to your dad's car,
which I know you lost.
No, I had them. I had them here last night.
After I went to the movies
and before I went out, I took them with me.
I think.
Whatever. Just find 'em before he knows they're gone.
Bye.
Have fun.
You summoned me.
I have a study where I keep my archives, all my papers.
Needs to be cleaned out, sorted through.
Ok, but you're gonna have to pay me.
Excuse me?
I fulfilled my debt to you.
I painted your house. I painted your fence.
Your boat is fixed. We're even. It's over.
So, I'll do this, but I'm gonna need some compensation.
No. All right.
I'll pay you what you're worth.
Very little.
I was doing a project for chem with Drue Valentine.
You know him. We had to go to the hardware store
to pick up some supplies.
I can't tell you how touched I am
by the way you've reached out to me lately, Jack.
So moving.
To be honest, I felt sure you held me
at least somewhat responsible
for that whole mess with your sister.
Huh, whatever. Hey, you wanna go grab that paint?
What paint?
The paint. You know, for the project that we're doing.
Come back to me, Drue.
Look, all you gotta do is go get the paint
and, um, and take this up to the register for me.
Why can't you do it?
Uh, one of the soccer goals on the field's falling apart.
I gotta get some net, and if I don't fix it, nobody else will.
Must be weird.
What?
Being selfless.
Where did you go with deputy Witter?
You mean my brother?
Where do you think?
I'm shakin' my head in disbelief.
Don't judge a book by its prologue, wise-ass.
There's plenty more coming up fast,
more than any episode of Cops could teach you,
believe you me.
Really? Mm-hmm.
Well, lemme brace myself for that.
And that's it. I spent the rest of the morning
alone in the study.
"Arthur Isaac Brooks.
"Newspaper. Track and field.
Aspiration to become a great Hollywood filmmaker."
Oh, my god.
Dawson, I think it's time we discussed
your infamous ninth-grade senior pact for a minute.
Dad, that was 4 years ago.
Wait, what pact?
When I was in ninth grade,
um, the seniors pulled a particularly lame prank.
I think they graffitied the lockers
and trashed the parking lot or something.
It was embarrassing.
And, uh, Pacey and I made a pact
that when our time came, we would do it right--
the prank to end all pranks.
We talked about it for years.
So it was you!
No, it wasn't me. In case you haven't noticed,
Pacey and I aren't exactly butch and Sundance these days.
I didn't remember the pact until you sa--
Well? What is it?
I can tell you I didn't do it.
I can't speak for Pacey.
So, you picked up Jen at 12:45.
Mm-hmm. I think so. Did I say that?
What time did you get to the park?
Um, I don't know. It was, like, 1:35-ish.
Would you get your foot off the net?!
Put your little doohickey--
I got it.
All right, piece of cake.
All right, I gotta take care of something.
Molly! Double time. Over here.
Jeez.
I'm just fine.
What'd I do?
Nothing, nothing. Relax. Deflate.
What do you want?
Well, I've got some good news.
After a careful review of all the players on the team,
I have decided to offer you
the position of goalie left vacant by Kip's injury.
Offering? Like, take it or leave it?
Yeah. Well, it's, uh, I mean, you know...
In that case, thank you, but no, thank you.
W-W-Whoa. No, thank you? Wha--
I'd really rather not.
Yeah, but goalie is--is--
I'm left halfback.
I like left halfback.
I'd like to stick with left halfback, ok? Please?
Ok.
I like that kid. Funny.
You know, she reminds me of me at that age.
No, she knows if I put her in goal,
boys are gonna torture her out of spite.
Well, that's because kids like Molly and myself
tend towards the easier alternative,
the one with the least opportunity
for embarrassment rather than glory.
Yeah. Unless, of course...
Unless, of course, what?
You get us really pissed off.
Now, let's cut to the chase, shall we?
My boat was quietly removed from the storage warehouse behind the yacht club
sometime between 12:30 P.M. and 5:15.
Records indicate that you are the only senior
who had access to that particular warehouse.
And just what records might those be?
I'll be asking the questions, Mr. Witter.
Ok. All right, I'll talk.
But I gotta warn you,
it's gonna be deathly boring.
Doug? Yeah?
Do you ever find yourself sittin' out here
at the edge of the highway in your squad car,
you got your radar gun in hand,
been out here for 4 hours in which only 3 cars have passed,
all going under the speed limit,
and wonder just what the hell happened to your life?
Pardon me?
Well, seriously, man. Look at you.
For all your Elliot ness dreams
and Harry Callahan aspirations, you're nothing.
I mean, nobody. At best, you're the Barney fife of this little podunk town.
What's that?
Does this diatribe have a point, Pacey?
I--no. No, not really.
I'm just a little disconcerted by it all.
So, at 12:00, you were still at the Arthur Brooks estate?
Yes, I was.
By 12:30, I was more than ready to get out of there.
Where do you think you're going?
Oh, uh, home. I'm done for the day.
The hell you are.
If you think you can take my money
and wander off to spoon with your girlfriend,
you're sadly mistaken.
She's not my girlfriend.
If you're not back here within 3 hours,
you can forget about being paid.
Your mom was stuck at the restaurant.
She asked me to get you.
Oh, so I'm a favor.
I didn't say that.
So, what was that about?
Oh, it's about what a complete and total jerk he insists on being.
Jen's insight into the 10-year-old psyche seemed valid.
And even though practice was ending
and the kids had 2 hours of freedom before the game,
I still wasn't ready to give up on Molly playing goalie.
Molly. Molly, come here.
You get any orange wedges?
One. Billy took the other one
and smashed it into the ground.
Yeah, Billy's a jerk.
Just wait until I'm 17 and hot.
He'll regret messing with me.
Look, Molly, it doesn't matter if you're 17 or you're 45.
These guys aren't gonna respect you unless you make them.
How do I make them respect me?
Look, Molly, you gotta prove it to yourself.
Ok? If you do that, if you believe
that you're just as good as they are,
I guarantee you the rest is just gonna take care of itself.
You find a goalie yet?
Nah.
Can I still have it?
Yep.
Fine. Bring it on.
You know, you just totally pulled a fast one on me.
But I'm gonna let it go because you're right.
But that doesn't mean that I don't understand
exactly what you just did.
Just bring it.
Whenever I see that guy, I can't help but hearing the Darth Vader theme.
Ha ha ha. I'm making an effort.
Not to be cruel, but why?
Kind of a karmic decision.
Thank you for the ride.
Just doing your mom a favor.
Ha ha. Right.
Well, speak of the devil.
The devil appears.
So, Drue, what brings you to my humble abode?
First I just wanted to extend my gratitude for last night.
Oh, well, you know...
We met at the movie theater. Common decency dictates
I lend you 5 bucks for popcorn and ask you to sit with me.
The burger afterwards was your idea.
Small to you, but significant to me.
I'm just grateful to finally find at least one ally
in this strange and eclectic Hamlet.
You may be my first.
Well...heh.
I appreciate the thought,
but you didn't have to come all the way down here
just to tell me that.
Right. That's not why I'm here.
You left these in my car, man.
Ah. Thank you.
Thank--I-- you just saved me from,
like, a solid hour of paternal lecturing.
It was the least I could do.
And as I said, you know,
you reached out to the new kid.
What goes around comes around.
That is so true.
Would I be out of line if I asked what we're doing?
Somebody stole a dog.
How do you know it didn't just get lost?
We don't.
The owner found some footprints in the dirt.
It might be the gardener,
but either way, we have to find this dog
because it is a very important dog.
So, wait, hold on. Hold on. Hold on.
Is this what you meant when you told me
that I'd learn more from watching you
than from any episode of cops?
Wh--oh, come on. Don't tell me
you're still angry at your little brother
for that whole "wasting your life" shtick.
I only sort of meant it.
Honest.
I want you to listen to me very closely
because I'm only gonna say this one time.
If you ever in your life care about anything as much as I care
about being an Officer in this town, I will be shocked.
If you ever in your life are as good at anything
as I am at being an Officer in this town, I will be shocked.
If you ever in your life presume to judge me again,
so help me god, I will beat the ugly right out of you.
So what you're telling me is that you were looking for the very same dog
that you're suspected of having taken?
Mitch, you are a sane and reasonable man,
and it is obvious that I'm not responsible for this whole fiasco,
so why are we still here?
We're still here because a certain fresh detail has come to light
which suggests that we must, at the least,
account for all of your whereabouts yesterday.
You discussed my ninth-grade pact with Dawson.
Oh, you remember the agreement, too, I see.
Well, of course I remember it. It was my idea.
But did it over occur to you
that my not-so-close acquaintance-slash- former best friend
has hinted or possibly even implicated yours truly
only to divert suspicion from himself?
Mr. Witter, justice is blind.
If Dawson is responsible, we'll nail him...
Just as we'll nail you.
How is it possible that we're still doing this?
I'll tell you how.
Capeside High, a facility to which you have had intimate access,
must've been trespassed upon sometime after 5:30 P.M.
When the cleaning crew went home.
There were no signs of forced entry,
which implies an inside job.
Dad, I was home last night. You saw me.
At 10:00. Uh, just tell us about the prior 5 hours--
afternoon and evening, where you were, who you were with--
and I promise you we'll be done with this.
We'll be done with this when I've got my man.
Well, well, well, I'm surprised to see you here.
Uh, you shouldn't. I work here.
I don't think so.
I thought we had an agreement.
We did. You broke it. You're fired.
On what grounds?
You were playing footsie with your floozy
when you're supposed to be doing a job.
I guess I forgot you're just a hormonal adolescent.
What do you possibly hope to gain by insulting my friend?
I don't give a damn about you or your lady,
but I do care about having my generosity taken advantage of.
Look, just because you are alone and your life is full of abandoned dreams
does not give you the license to inflict your pain on me.
How dare you presume to understand me--
who I am, where I've been, what I've done?
Now get the hell out of here.
Fine.
Well, you can go.
I can?
Mm-hmm.
Just as soon as you tell us where you were
between 5:30 last night and 8:00 this morning.
Let's just stick to last night after 5:30.
Once again, as I've already told you,
we had a game. It was our first playoff game.
Hey, Jackers.
Hmm?
Militant peewee parents at 2 o'clock.
Jack.
Gus.
We're hearing a strange rumor from our kids
that you're gonna put the--
put that little girl in for Kip as goalie.
Yeah. It's not a rumor. That's a fact.
Yeah, well, I'm afraid we can't allow that.
That's ok. You don't have to allow it.
I'm the coach. It's my call.
Jack, I represent, uh, parents who kept their mouths shut
when certain alarming personal details came to light.
But, hey, this is not personal.
This is soccer.
So let me give it to you real straight, Jack.
You put the little girl in for goalie, we'll lose the game.
We lose the game, you lose your job.
Ok. Yeah. I'll take that under advisement.
Gus, if you fellas don't mind, I'd like to warm up my team.
Yeah. Good.
Thanks.
Ooh. Looks like pat Buchanan's posse.
You're not gonna believe this. What?
They said they're gonna fire me if I keep Molly on goal.
Are you kidding me?
Jack, what are you gonna do?
W-Wait a second.
You couldn't find the dog,
so your brother made you get in the back of the car?
I'm confused.
I was confused, too.
It seemed so blatantly hostile, even for Dougie.
Frankly, when he went in, I considered making a break for it.
Ok.
All right.
Well, Mike, the guy in the back's not a perp.
He's my little brother.
How goes it, junior Witter?
It's been better.
Why are you looking at me like that?
Uh...
No reason.
An hour later, against my better judgment,
I was back at the Brooks house.
Today, when I was going through your things, I found your high-school yearbook.
Underneath the picture, the caption said that your life's ambition
was to become a Hollywood filmmaker.
Uh, a pretty striking coincidence,
given that I've had the exact same dream for as long as I can remember.
Good for you.
It scared the hell out of me.
'Cause I don't ever want to be like you.
I don't ever want to be the kind of person
who pushes everything and everyone away from him.
I don't want to be alone.
And I know that you don't want to be alone, either.
You can't get rid of me, Mr. Brooks.
What you say and do to everyone else,
it might work on them, but it's not gonna work on me.
So I'm back.
And I'm gonna finish the job that I was hired to do.
Before I could even realize what was happening,
it was over.
Somehow we'd won the game.
Come on!
Hey! Whoo!
Nice game, guys.
Yeah, nice game. Good game.
Congratulations, fellas.
The kids played great.
Jack, uh...
Do you know anything about soccer?
Yeah.
My team's just won the first playoff game.
I'd like to think I know something. Sure.
Well, maybe you know that when a playoff game is tied,
as our next game could be,
a goal scored against us in previous games reflect on the eventual tally.
Excuse me.
If we tie the falcons on Wednesday,
then the 3 goals that little girl let slip by will count against us.
Well, then I'll just have to win that game
against the falcons on Wednesday.
That's where you're mistaken. You see,
you can't beat the falcons on Wednesday, 'cause you're no longer the coach of this team.
You're done, McPhee.
Molly!
They didn't.
Yep.
Yeah, they just did.
It was a little after 9:00 when we got the call,
and Doug and I headed out to the boat yard.
You wanna go in, don't you?
You know, I have the code.
True Love spent a couple nights in this motel,
so I can just, uh...
After you.
Mr. Valentine, what brings you here
skulking through the shadows at this hour of night?
Anonymous phone call.
Boat's missing.
Now, why would someone call you?
Well, they didn't, technically.
They called my mother, and this falls under her jurisdiction,
so she sent me out here to check it out.
I called the police, which is why you are here now, deputy Witter.
Except what you couldn't possibly know
was that we also received an anonymous phone call
roughly 20 minutes before your call, which begs the question,
how do I know you didn't take the boat?
Do you see a boat on me, man?
I mean, you can frisk me if you want.
I bet you'd like that.
Come on, let's do the man dance.
Well, ok. Well, then I guess I'm done, aren't I?
You know what? I think I'm gonna go, too, Dougie.
Hey, Pacey, I can't drive you home now, all right?
This is official police business.
That's all right. I'll get a ride with Drue.
Hey, Drue, hold on a second.
Hey, news flash, Pacey. You hate Drue.
Yes, I do, but it's only a ride home.
And I'm trying to be a better person, just like you.
Besides, it's a karma thing.
Yeah. Good-bye.
And that was it.
Then I left with Drue.
And where did you go?
Well, I wanted to grab a bite to eat.
He said he was busy. He dropped me off at home.
Within 25 minutes, I was sleeping like a baby.
All right, Pacey.
You can go.
Thanks for your help.
Sorry for the inconvenience.
Seriously? You're not just messing with me?
Get out of here, Pace, before he changes his mind.
Something else, Mr. Witter?
Well, yeah, I was just thinking,
honestly, I don't think Dawson did it, either.
Why's that?
That guy's way too respectable
to pull off that type of crime.
At least not without my coaxing, you know?
Just not that type of guy.
Pacey might be cocky, but he's not an idiot.
I mean, there's no way
he would jeopardize his academic foothold
for what was hardly the prank to end all pranks.
Ok. Thanks.
Well, Dave. Satisfied?
Yes, Mitchell, I am.
I'm very satisfied, indeed,
considering that I know who did it.
Really?
Obviously.
Well, it's clear you don't watch Inspector Poirot on A&E.
There is neither rhyme nor reason
that could account for your accusation
that my son was a party to this practical joke.
You gentlemen should be ashamed of yourselves.
All right, Mrs. Valentine.
If you're finished,
I'd like to explain to you exactly how we know
that your son was responsible for this debacle.
Fine. This I have to hear.
At 10:30 yesterday,
your son was in Harry's hardware store
purchasing a canister of white paint identical to the kind that was used
to scrawl the words "Class of 2001" on the sail of my boat.
At 1:30, he was at the Leery residence returning Mitch's keys,
keys that could have easily have been copied
earlier that day at the hardware store,
giving Drue access to my school.
At 9:30, he made one final appearance,
this time at the storage warehouse behind the yacht club,
under the pretense of having received an anonymous phone call.
Your son was conveniently present at all the necessary moments,
he acquired the means and resources to do the job,
and he had the time to pull it all off...
Without a hitch.
Anything I left out, Mitch?
Hey, that rhymes!
No, I, uh, think you've got it pretty much in the bag.
You conniving brat.
I should have known after last year's ferret incident.
Well, Mrs. Valentine, one thing I've learned
during my career as an educator
is that, uh, children are fickle creatures.
Does a week of suspension sound like a fair punishment to you?
No. Try 2 weeks
and, uh, probation for the rest of the year.
You've got a history, Drue, that's proving to be quite telling.
Ok, I think we're through here.
Oh!
Drue, get my purse.
Hey. Harry Potter. Come here.
What's going on?
Send a message to the boys for me.
Tell them that I admire the brilliance of their design.
No, wait. Just tell 'em I said touche.
Which boys? What happened?
Karma...finally caught up with me.
Look, I--uh, I just wanted to come by and say thanks
for letting me do that whole ride-along thing yesterday.
It was illuminating.
Have you ever said anything that wasn't lined with sarcasm?
I'm admitting I was wrong, Doug.
What you do, it matters as much if not more
than any job I'll ever be able to hold down.
Well, that's interesting, considering yesterday,
you didn't think it mattered at all.
Well, now I think it matters.
I mean, I know it matters to Mike.
I know it matters to some dumb kid you're gonna keep
from killing all his friends in a car wreck
when you pull him over for speeding
and scare the crap out of him.
And I'm guessing that it probably matters
in a million other subtle ways that I,
with the subtlety of an elephant in an antique shop,
will never, ever notice.
Yeah, well, if it wasn't me doing the job,
it'd just be somebody else.
But it is you, Doug.
It's you, and I wouldn't be so quick to dismiss that.
I mean, to be perfectly honest, I should be so lucky
to someday ride shotgun with you.
I think that would be a mistake.
Hey, you don't think I'd make much of a cop, huh?
No, not really, no. No.
Pacey, I think that you're a daring original.
I think you have a talent
for flying in the face of conventionality,
and I think that you were born
to break the rules, not enforce them.
And you know what?
I actually admire that in you.
I really do.
What?
Did my big brother Doug just admit that he admired me
for the first time ever?
No, no, it's more like I’m just terrified
at the thought of having to sit
in that squad car with you for another minute.
Whatcha doin', junior?
Ahh, this thing Brooks said to me yesterday
kinda got me thinkin'.
I mean, as much as I'm claiming myself
to be an encyclopedia of filmic history,
it just occurred to me that maybe...
Well, maybe what?
Maybe there's something I'm missing.
Well, maybe he used another name.
You know, like art or Artie or something.
What self-respecting artist
would use "Artie Brooks" as their screen credit?
I don't know. I mean, don't people sometimes use
abbreviations or nicknames like...
I don't know, chief, ace, doc...
Really. That great director, chief Tarantino.
Ok, now you're just being mean.
Hey, don't leave angry.
Hey, Caroline, Molly.
Um, what's wrong?
Um, Molly asked me if we could come and see you today.
What is it, Molly?
I'm sorry I got you fired.
What?
Now, what would make you think
that my getting fired had anything to do with you?
I heard-- I heard Billy's dad
yelling at you after the game.
And then today at school,
they said if I would have stopped more goals,
then you wouldn't have been...
I'm so sorry, Jack.
It's ok.
Look, uh, Molly...
They fired me because they--they disagree
with who I am as a coach,
not you as a player.
They knew I was right about you.
They just couldn't admit it.
And you knew it, too, didn't you? Hmm?
Caroline said it wasn't my fault,
but I couldn't believe her, because...
Because I don't understand how anybody could fire you.
I'm confusing to people like Billy's dad.
But we can't hate people because they're different.
We just have to try and forget about them
and--and just go on being
the best person that we can be.
Is Dawson here?
I'm not sure. You can check in his room if you'd like.
Thanks.
Hey, Joey.
If he is up there, tell him I know...
And congrats.
Ok, explanation time.
It is a bitch gettin' up here without a ladder.
Ahh.
Joey.
What's she doing here, guys?
I thought that we were supposed to be doing this alone.
I knew it. The three of you.
You did it, didn't you? You guys put the boat in the pool.
You did it! Just calm down for a second.
There's no reason to jump to silly conclusions.
We didn't-- we didn't--we didn't pull the prank off.
We--we have airtight alibis. Yeah.
Besides, we all know Drue did it.
On the other hand, if we had wanted to pull off the prank,
the three of us, that is...
Jack could have swung by the Peskins'
sometime after he met up with Drue at the hardware store.
He would have had time to leave the paint he "accidently" took home
and Chester the dog, with the necessary food and water, of course,
tied up to a tree at a rendezvous point.
I could have gotten into the storage facility
sometime after 1:30, when Drue dropped off the keys,
and before 3:30, when I had to get back to Mr. Brooks' house.
Pacey would have given me the code...
And I would have had the Mitch mobile to tow the truck back
to the same rendezvous point Jack had been to earlier.
I then would have left the boat and car with Chester and the paint.
Later on, Pacey could have asked Drue to drop him off
somewhere near the rendezvous point.
And, once arriving at the location,
Pacey could have gathered up all the essential materials
and then taken the whole production
into the pool at the gymnasium to finish off the job.
And by 11:00, we'd be done,
and everyone would still be none the wiser.
Of course, that's only a hypothetical. Right.
The truth is that Drue Valentine is, was, and will always be
the lone archcriminal behind it all.
Well, I for one am glad to see that this kid
finally got what was coming to him for so long.
Karma. Exactly.
What are you thinkin'?
I was thinkin' we pulled it off.
Heh heh.
Ahh. I was thinkin' that something's been right tonight
that hasn't been right for a long, long time.
I just keep on forgetting why we're not still friends.
You know it's not that simple.
Course not. It's just that...
I know.
Let me tell you, Dawson,
when you told me you'd never be able to trust me again,
that was probably amongst the top 5 worst moments of my life.
When I walked out on my back porch and saw you and Joey,
that was my worst.
Number one with a bullet.
Do you think it's possible that someday I could convince you
that maybe I’m the type of person that you could trust again?
I would like to believe that it is.
I gotta try.
I'm not ready to give up on you.
Well, if it doesn't work out,
we can always just kill each other.