Previously on Dawson's Creek
You'd think after everything
we've been through, Pacey and I could still be friends.
Is that asking too much?
It can't hurt to let him know that you care.
I got an offer to crew on a boat this summer.
But, it involves me
sailing around the Caribbean.
When would you have to go?
Soon.
Whether you're here with each other now
or you're merely in each other's thoughts,
remember each other on that road ahead.
Congratulations.
I can't be a friend to you now, Joey.
I should probably go off
and live my own life for a little while.
That certainly doesn't mean
that this is how I wanted it to end between us.
You know, this sucks a lot
more than I remembered it.
Dawson, need I remind you that
Sea Creature from the Deep
won the jurors prize in the junior division
at the Boston film festival,
for which you were rewarded
the princely sum of $2,500.
Yeah, right. Which I then proceeded
to waste on my next endeavor,
which was entitled...
What was it called again?
Ah, that's right. Self-indulgent-piece-of-crap.
Blah, blah, blah, blah.
Seriously, though, Jo. How did we get here?
I mean, it...
It feels like one second
we're sitting here watching E.T.,
wondering what 10th grade is gonna be like,
and the next...
We're leaving for college.
Well, some of us are going sooner than others.
I mean, I have the entire summer
to process my crippling anxiety,
but, uh, you on the other hand...
Day after tomorrow.
My college career begins the day after tomorrow.
You know, I'm starting to think
this whole summer program
was not such a good idea.
Dawson, you have to focus on the good.
I mean, you got in, and not
only do they want you,
but they want you early. That's huge.
You might want to consider packing, however.
When you're in the kind of
denial I'm in right now,
there's just no room for packing.
Ok.
Have you heard from him?
No. The sea creature from the deep
remains incommunicado.
I'm sorry.
I'm sure once he's ready, he'll call or write...
Or something.
I don't know.
Do you ever feel utterly incapable
of sustaining a relationship?
I think I'm in touch with that emotion.
I guess it's another in a seemingly endless
string of life lessons.
Never get involved with a
monster from beneath the sea,
no matter how charming.
It's... just not gonna work.
I have to say that despite our mutual misery,
I've had a pretty decent time
hanging out with you lately.
Me, too.
I wish it didn't have to end.
Well, everything comes to an end, Dawson.
Thank you, Sylvia Plath.
I just wish it didn't, is all.
I got the German flu.
The German flu?
My aunt brought it over.
Really?
In the meantime, the movie's kind of...
You know, black and white...
Shouldn't we all be looking for, like,
summer jobs or something?
Uh, some of us already have those.
Yeah. Is it just me,
or does that yacht club uniform
keep getting sexier and sexier?
Bite me.
Ha ha ha.
You guys know there's always work
down at Leery's Fresh Fish.
We know.
Look. I got one.
Yeah, I got one. You ready?
Ok.
Would you rather work two straight shifts
at the Fresh Fish house, completely naked,
or have sex once with principal Peskin?
You got a better one, let me know.
Ok, I got one.
Sex with Peskin,
or having to spend your entire freshmen year
living with a roommate who
smells really, really bad.
Like, uh, like earth-hippie
sworn-off-deodorant bad?
No, like French-foreign-exchange student bad.
- Is he cute? - Jack.
Kidding. I'm kidding.
I got it. I got it. Ha ha.
I've got a "would you rather"
so brilliant in its perversity...
Oh, this better be good.
Yeah, you know what? I wouldn't preface
your supposed brainstorms
with the word "brilliant."
I mean, it's just setting you up for failure.
Will you two harridans let the man speak, please?
Thank you. ok.
Would you rather have sex with Peskin
or watch Peskin have sex with Grams?
Ok, ok, ok, ok. First of all,
Grams would never have sex with Peskin.
And second of all, you win.
That's disgusting.
That is disgusting.
Mission accomplished. I now leave town
the reigning "would you
rather" gross-out champion.
You guys know what time it is?
Yeah. It's, uh... it's almost 6:00.
Shoot. Supposed to meet my dad
like half an hour ago.
Wait, are you still
on for the movies tonight?
Uh, yeah. Meet at my house at 7:00.
- Bye. - Bye.
See ya. - JACK: See ya later.
This baby does it all, Dawson.
850 megahertz, P3 processor,
128 megabytes of RAM,
32-gig hard drive, DVD, 56k modem.
What more could you want?
I don't know. A Mac, maybe?
- What? - It's become obvious to me
that in life you're either a
Mac person or a PC person,
and the choice defines you.
Let me put it to you this way: Beatles or Elvis?
- Beatles. - See? Exactly. This is no different.
Dawson, I've done all the research.
The t21 is by far the best buy,
and that's what we're getting.
Yeah, well, in that case,
I'd just prefer you didn't get me a laptop.
You need a laptop for school, Dawson.
I am getting you a laptop.
Ok, Dad, I appreciate you
wanting to do this for me,
but it's not fair if you only
want to do it on your own terms.
Not fair. A father wants to
spend thousands of dollars
on his son, and somehow it's not fair.
Why would you want to spend thousands of dollars
on something I don't even want?
Because it's something you need.
Look, it's practical. It's functional.
It'll last you for years.
And it's not what I want.
- Can I help you? - Yes, we'll take the t21.
Ah, excellent choice.
I'll bring that right out.
Whoa.
We shouldn't have
left her alone for an hour.
That woman is an unstoppable cleaning machine.
Ooh, good. You're back.
I'm just about to head out myself.
One last potluck at the ladies auxiliary.
Ah, ah, ah.
Sorry.
I assume you two have eaten
your usual quota of junk food.
Obviously. You've done quite
a number on that fridge.
There's no point in leaving
things for the last minute.
Yeah, but the movers don't come till tomorrow.
8 a.m., bright and early.
Which means someone has her work
cut out for her with that room of hers.
Especially if she still plans to go
to the movies tonight with Dawson.
Oh, I get it. Ok, this cheerful disposition
is just a passive-aggressive attempt
to get me to stay home tonight, isn't it?
Which, by the way, I gladly will.
Oh, don't be silly, dear.
It's Dawson's last night. You go out.
Have fun.
I know, but...
I mean it is our last night in this house.
Maybe we should do something...
Special, like commemorate the occasion.
Our last night in this rickety old house
with no pictures on the wall,
no food in the fridge?
Honestly, Jennifer,
there's no point in being
sentimental about these things.
All right. I'll tell you what.
You'll come home tonight,
we'll have tea.
You packed the kettle.
Don't forget to wear a sweater.
It's supposed to be chilly tonight.
Ahh. Let's get this baby set up.
Later, Dad.
Hey.
Are you a sight for sore eyes.
You ready to go?
- Yeah. - MITCH: Well, where you going?
I'm going to the movies with Jack and Jen.
I'll be back later.
Dawson, it's your last night at home.
And?
I thought we'd spend it together as a family.
And I thought I would spend
some time with my friends.
Listen, I don't want to embarrass anybody here.
I'm sorry, Joey, but I'd really appreciate it.
- If you'd stay for dinner. - Mitch.
Dad, I'll be home later.
Well, let me understand this.
You would rather go to the movies
than spend what little time you have left
with myself, your mother,
and your little baby sister?
That's not what I said, Dad. What is so criminal
about wanting to hang out with my friends?
You've been hanging out with
your friends all month.
What is going on with you?
Nothing. I'm just trying to figure out
when my son became so insensitive.
Probably about the same time
you became so overbearing.
You'll stay for dinner, then.
- No. - No?
No, Dad.
Look, I'm stressed out enough
about moving 3,000 miles away
without having to worry about
how I'm letting you down, ok?
I'm gonna go to the movies, I'll be back later,
and I'm not gonna feel guilty
about wanting to spend
some portion of my last night here
with the few people who mean the world to me.
Is that ok?
Do what you want.
Mom?
Honey, go.
Have a good time.
Dawson, we don't have to go.
No, let's get out of here. Come on.
Yo, Witter.
You got a problem with paradise, man?
Not so much, no.
Then take a break. You're makin' me tired.
Hey, what do you think the chances are
I could find a phone here in paradise,
'cause I got a call I need to make.
Here, man. You try that, bro.
Ah, thanks.
Then when you're done, you
meet me down at the bar.
We'll have some drinks.
All right, then.
Ah...
Can't believe
you're leaving tomorrow, man.
Tell me about it.
LA is a galaxy far, far away.
Yet only five hours away by plane.
Nervous?
Yeah, nervous. I'm excited,
I'm... I'm exhilarated, I'm depressed.
That pretty much sums it up.
Are you sure you don't want to stick around?
You could be painting Mrs.
Hammacott's house this summer.
Ha ha. Oh, God.
Do it with Joey.
I'm sure she'll jump at the chance
to free herself from the clutches
of Cruella Devalentine.
Yeah. Yeah, she's really gonna miss you, Dawson.
Yeah, she's got plenty on her mind.
Infiltrating the Ivy Leagues...
The whole devastating break-up thing.
Come on, man. I know, that's all true,
but you and Joey saying good-bye,
that's a fairly colossal event.
Why is everybody so determined to shake me
out my cozy little cocoon of denial?
Because if you don't at least acknowledge
the hugeness of this moment,
you are gonna wake up in some cold sweat
in some USC dorm room one night,
and you're just gonna have one more thing
to add to your list of lifelong regrets.
Could you do me a favor?
Yeah, anything.
Don't sit next to me at the movies tonight, man.
You're bummin' me out.
Come on, man. You can't tell me
you haven't at least thought about it.
What?
What? The opportunity
to spend the entire summer with her.
Of course I've thought about it.
I've thought about it so much it makes me mad
because I don't understand why I
can't stop thinking about it.
I fell in love with
somebody else this year.
Do you have any idea how
significant that is for me?
I mean...
So why can't I stop thinking about her?
You gonna miss him?
Aren't you?
Yeah, but that's different.
How's it different?
'Cause I had all last summer
to get sick of Dawson and
his quirks, his foibles.
All those annoying little things that he does
that make you just want to
throw him into the creek.
He is rather annoying, isn't he?
Oh, God, yeah.
I mean, the way he makes you sit through
all of the credits at the end of a movie.
Ha! Out of respect for the filmmaker, of course.
And the incessant picture-taking
and crushing self-analysis.
Not to mention that thing he does
where he puts you up on a pedestal
and makes you the center of his universe. God...
If you asked him to stay, he would.
What? Give up the movie-making
chance of a lifetime
just so he can bum around.
Capeside for another summer?
Ha ha ha.
I don't think he'd see it
as such a bad trade-off.
What makes you think that I want him to stay?
You really want to know?
Yeah.
It's this little voice inside my head
that says "I like your hair color."
What number is that?"
You still hate me, don't you?
No, I don't hate you.
I mean, I don't get it, Jen.
I mean, how am I supposed to feel about this?
Am I supposed to feel good
knowing that I have the power
to change somebody's life?
I don't know. I mean, I think
that we all have the power
to change each other's lives.
The questions is...
Are you going to use it?
Hi. Four, please.
What were you girls talking about?
Oh, you know...
Um...
Hair, makeup, world peace.
Usual girl stuff.
There you go.
- Thank you. - Thanks.
Here you go.
All right.
So, who's hungry?
Well, I should go home and check on Grams.
I feel kind of guilty about leaving her.
But if, you know, if you guys want to go eat,
actually food... Food is good.
I could eat.
Actually, you know what?
I haven't packed yet.
I still have to do that tonight.
Unless we just want to...
Yeah. I mean, why don't you guys go ahead.
I'm sure you've got a lot to talk about.
And Jack and I will just walk.
I could walk.
Oh. Yeah, whatever.
It's not like my evening will be incomplete
without greasy diner food, so...
Ok.
So what did we just decide?
Uh, um...
I guess we decided to go home.
Great. Home.
Uh, who's first?
Well, I live next door.
Yeah, my car's at her house.
Guess I'm first.
Ok, which one do you like better?
Lily looking adorable in her
bassinet with her pink bow,
or Lily looking adorable in her
bassinet with her yellow bow?
Oh, and then of course we have this one
of her looking adorable with Dawson. Hmm.
They got the same Leery eyes, don't they?
Mm-hmm. Self-aware with hidden depth.
Same Leery cheekbones.
Camera loves them.
Same heartthrob smile.
Which is probably hiding a
stubborn streak 10 miles long.
What do you say the odds are, 18 years from now,
Lily might actually have the good sense
to listen to her father before
she heads off to college?
She might want to spend some time with her family
before facing the great unknown.
Mm. It's a big step, going away.
And it isn't always easy.
And neither is getting left behind.
And not being needed anymore.
Excuse me?
That big stand you took earlier?
That desperate plea for family togetherness?
Obviously the last gasp of a dying dictatorship.
Oh, funny word, dictatorship.
You're blaming me.
No. I'm not blaming anybody.
Yes, you are. You're blaming me.
No. I just think that certain people,
when they're feeling insecure about the future,
would rather pick a fight
and stomp around in the front
yard than face the fact
that they are feeling insecure about the future.
Oh, did I happen to mention
that those people are usually men?
Why would I be feeling insecure about the future?
I'm not the one whose life is about to change.
I think we may have just discovered where our son
gets his talent for denial.
Well, uh, later, Joey.
Hey, call me tomorrow, ok?
Ok.
So I guess this is it, right?
Uh, yeah. Let me walk you to the...
Great.
Well, I had a really nice time tonight.
Yeah. Me, too.
It's comforting, you know?
What's that?
Well, seeing a movie that you've seen before.
Yeah. You don't have to waste any creative energy
trying to figure out how it's gonna end.
It's gonna be weird, isn't it?
What?
Next year. I mean, me in Boston.
You in Los Angeles.
Yeah.
Well, you're gonna have celebrity sightings
left and right, you know.
Ha ha ha. I don't think LA really works that way.
Sure it does.
One day, you're gonna turn around in line
in some overpriced organic food store,
or you'll be in a movie line at some mall,
because there are tons of malls in LA,
and you will see him, Dawson.
Who?
Spielberg.
I'm actually in more of a.
Soderbergh phase right now.
Regardless.
What would you say to him if you saw him?
- Spielberg? - Yeah.
I'd... I... I don't know.
Dawson, come on.
I mean, this is the guy who shaped
your entire world view.
Who eased all of your childhood traumas,
and who made growing up just a bit more bearable.
Um...
In that case,
I guess I'd just have to...
Say thank you.
Doesn't quite seem like enough, does it?
No, it doesn't.
So I guess see you at Thanksgiving.
Actually, uh, my parents had talked
about bringing Lily out to LA.
So...
Oh. um...
Well, then Christmas.
Yeah, Christmas. Definitely.
Definitely. Yeah.
Well, good luck.
Hey, you, too.
See you, Dawson.
See you, Joey.
Well, should we give it to him now?
- Now's good. - All right.
- What? - Ha ha ha.
You didn't?
Well, we figured that you should have one in LA.
It was either that or a BMW.
You guys, this... You didn't have to do this.
This is too much.
Don't get too excited.
We can only afford, like, what,
five minutes of air time?
This is great. Thank you.
Sure.
Ok, you guys. Get it over with. Hug.
Ha ha ha.
- Come here. - All right, man. Heh.
Have fun in LA, all right?
Stay cool.
I'll do my best.
Shouldn't be too difficult. Heh.
Why? 'Cause I was never
really cool to begin with?
You said it, not me.
Ha ha ha.
All right. I'll see you guys.
- See ya. - Bye.
Well, I guess geography is destiny, huh?
Here you are, stuck with me at the end
of your very last night in Capeside.
I wouldn't say "stuck" at all. I think...
I think this whole next-door neighbor thing
worked out for the best.
Yeah? How so?
Joey and Pacey and I grew up in
mortal terror of this house,
especially around Halloween.
Every time Grams came out to sweep her porch,
I think we half-expected her
to hop on her broomstick
and fly away.
Ha ha. Sounds like her.
Ha ha.
Pacey once offered Joey I think a whole dollar
just to run up and touch the front door.
Ha ha. Did she do it?
No, are you kidding?
She's still afraid of your grandmother.
I guess that makes me the Boo Radley
of this scenario, huh?
Exactly. Except beautiful and with breasts.
Wit. We like that around here.
Come here.
Mm.
Ok.
Go.
Get the hell out of here.
Walk across that lawn,
have a great life,
and don't ever call me again.
What? So I can confirm your
worst fears about men?
Yes, exactly.
Oh, wait, I forgot. We never slept together.
You got five minutes?
For you? Always.
I'm sorry. I... I didn't mean to interrupt.
Uh...
Uh, Grams, it's fine. It... it...
I think we're all done here?
Doomed to be friends forever.
Mm.
Sucks, doesn't it?
Not the most practical choice, mind you,
but I gotta admit,
it sure as hell looks cool.
Cooler than the t21?
Hardly. But, hey, to each his own.
You know, it's funny.
I knew I'd be sad to see you go.
What I didn't expect was this feeling
of not wanting you to go.
Son or not, Dawson...
You are one of my favorite people.
Ok. All right. Ahem. Let me see.
Have I covered everything? Um...
You know not to have sex without a condom, right?
Aw, Dad, please. I was the
only kid in kindergarten
who knew what Trojans were.
Right. Um... drugs.
I can't swear to you that I'll never
try some variety of narcotic,
but I can promise you
I'll never get so strung out I steal your TV.
Can you promise me...
You won't join a frat.
That I can promise.
Ok.
So tell me what it was like...
Saying good-bye to Joey.
It was, um...
It was like most other things in life
you have too many expectations of.
You know? Totally, completely underwhelming.
Well, I will tell you this...
And it is the last piece of fatherly advice
I dispense before you leave the nest.
It ain't over...
'Till it's over.
That's it? That's your advice,
a trite, hackneyed cliché?
It was all I could think of.
Major demerits, Dad.
You know, when I first got here,
I thought that I was being punished.
That... that my mom sent me away
'cause she just didn't love
me enough or something.
Jennifer.
But I don't think so now.
I mean, I think that she really loved it here.
This house, the creek, I...
I mean, she was always looking for an excuse
to bring me here... Christmas
or vacation, anything.
Hmm.
Those were good times...
But sad for her.
Why's that?
Some people spend their entire lives
chasing the happiness they had in high school...
Their teenage years.
Thank goodness that won't happen to you.
Why do you say that?
You children, the way you carry on,
always so dour and depressed about everything.
Things can only get better from here.
Heavens, who could that be at this hour?
I know. I got halfway home
and then I decided I didn't like the thought
of you two all alone
in this house on your last night.
Another sentimentalist.
Now, as long as you're here...
Yes. I thought you packed everything.
Oh, I still have a few tricks up my sleeve.
So... you're really not sad to be leaving?
Not sad.
Actually, it's rather exhilarating,
leaving all this behind.
You know, we three are about to
embark on a great adventure.
Did you and Gramps always live here?
No. When your grandfather and I were married
he was still in law school,
so we lived with his parents for a while.
I would not recommend that.
Then we moved downtown above his law office.
Oh, I didn't know that.
Huh. That apartment.
In the summer it was so hot.
Summer nights, we'd take a
blanket up on the roof.
Under the stars.
Mm.
Stars and the lights from the summer houses.
Saturday nights, the owners would
string Japanese lanterns along the docks
and have these very fancy
dinner dances on the lawn.
Nat King Cole, Frank Sinatra
drifting across the water.
Ohh, that sounds magical.
Oh, it was.
So your grandfather and I decided
the best way for us to be happy
would be to buy one of those summer houses
and live in it all year-round.
And it worked, right? You guys were happy here.
We certainly were...
But we were always cold in the winter.
Hello.
Pacey : Dawson, is that you?
Pacey?
Yeah, man. I hope it's not too late.
N-no, it's fine. It's...
Uh, where are you?
Heh heh, I'm in paradise, man, paradise.
Heh heh.
Hey, you laugh, but it's true.
So, uh, how's everything goin'?
Heh heh, I tell you,
it has been the hardest work I have ever done
in my entire life,
but, well, it's probably a good thing.
It keeps my mind off of stuff.
Hmm.
So how is she?
She's, um...
You know, she's doing the
same thing you are, Pace.
She's keepin' busy.
She doesn't say much, but, um...
You know, I get the feeling
that she thinks about you
every 10 seconds or so.
I know she'd appreciate a call.
Uh, you know, I just don't think
that's a place I'm ready to go quite yet, Dawson.
Yeah, I totally understand.
I could say something to her if you want.
No. No, you know what?
I think I'd prefer if you didn't,
and that's...
that's not why I called, actually.
Uh...
I just... I realized that you're
the only person in Capeside
that I actually regret not saying good-bye to,
because, you know, for a long time there, Dawson,
being your best friend
was all I really cared about in my life.
I just wanted you to hear from me
that despite everything
that's happened between us
and the miles that may be between us right now,
you know, I still think
about the way things were.
Back when we were just a couple dorks
wondering if and when a girl
would ever look our way?
Heh heh, well, speak for yourself, huh?
Yeah, Pace, I'm... I'm really glad you called,
because the worst thing about not saying good-bye
was I didn't get a chance to tell you
something I wanted so badly to tell you.
What's that?
I'm proud of you, Pacey.
Thanks, Dawson.
Good luck out there.
Yeah.
You, too.
Hey.
Heh. Hey.
What are you doing here?
Well...
I thought if I don't help you pack, Dawson,
Uh, you're gonna end up in LA
with just those clothes on your back,
and chances are that after a while
they're gonna start to smell a little,
and that's no way to make
a good first impression.
My hygiene thanks you for your concern.
Sure.
So where are you headed off to?
The Potter B&B.
What was your excuse gonna be?
I was gonna work the whole.
"I haven't said good-bye
"to Bessie or Bodie yet" angle.
Ah. Not bad.
Heh, come on.
I caught that.
Sue me.
It's still my favorite movie.
This won the Oscar, right?
God, how many times do I have to tell you?
It was Gandhi.
- Right. -
I need your help here.
I've said it before,
and I'll say it again.
You're worse than a girl, Dawson Leery.
That's good. Emasculate me.
It's only the last time you're ever gonna see me.
Well, for Christmas, I suppose.
Which is six months away, a whole lifetime.
You know by then you'll be married
to the first bimbo who slips you her head shot.
And you'll be shacked up with the first guy
who offers you a hit off his beer bong.
Right.
I wish we could just fast forward four years,
and see how it all ends up.
I don't have to, really. I mean...
Four years at Worthington, you'll
be a pedigreed professional.
And you?
I'll be working the graveyard
shift over at Kinko's.
Stop by and say hi.
Mm-hmm.
Dawson...
Yeah.
I know we always joke about this, but...
I feel like I'm never gonna see you again.
That's crazy talk, Jo.
I know. I...
I know I'll see you again,
and it probably won't be too long from now,
you know, holidays, most likely, but...
You'll be different.
I will?
Well, you'll have a tan.
And you'll have a girlfriend.
I will?
She'll be incredibly pretty.
Really?
You'll show me a picture,
I'll immediately hate her,
and the worse part is, deep down,
I'll know she's as great as you say she is
because... you like her.
You sound pretty sure about all this.
Well, you can't keep it a secret forever, Dawson.
What's that?
How incredible you are.
Ok, film student...
All-time favorite movie.
You want to play that game?
Mm-hmm.
Jaws.
You, all-time favorite song.
"Daydream Believer." Most embarrassing moment.
Uh...
That would have to be when the whole school
watched me make out with Eve.
What are you talking about?
That did wonders for your street cred.
Ok.
You, same question.
Hmm. That's easy. Right here in this room
when I offered to have sex with you,
and you turned me down cold.
Y-y-y-yeah.
Hey, could we introduce the "hugest"
"all-time regret" category,
because that would pretty much be mine.
Mine would be...
Lying to you about sleeping with Pacey.
That's not funny.
Not, it's that... I just...
I'm the only one who has not had sex.
I... I didn't plan on graduating a virgin.
What... what happened?
Best laid plans...
This mythical college girlfriend I'm gonna have,
will she have sex with me?
Mm... no, sorry. She's a prude.
Damn. I had such high hopes
the last American virgin
would fare better as an undergrad.
All-time most life altering moment.
Ever?
Ever.
Well...
There are a lot of winners there.
But, you know, there was this one moment, um...
A couple years ago...
In this room. I was standing
over there by the window,
and, uh...
And you kissed me.
It changed everything.
It's a pretty powerful thing
when you get your biggest wish
in one moment.
Oh, better not forget that one.
Gee, I almost forgot.
Dawson...
I want you to stay.
Excuse me?
I said, I want you to stay.
And there, I said it.
You don't think you could have maybe
said something before I packed?
No, I said it, and now I want you to forget it.
Forget it?
Jo, how do I forget that?
Well, it's just something that
I've been thinking about,
and I wanted you to know
that I was thinking about it.
You know, I was just gonna...
Keep my mouth shut and let you go...
But......
It's not me. That's some merchant ivory movie,
you know, where people suffer in silence,
and you're supposed to be so impressed
by their restraint. Well...
You know...
Sorry, but screw that.
My best friend in the whole world
is leaving tomorrow,
and a big part of me wants him to stay...
So I hope you don't hate me.
I could never hate you, Joey...
And not for lack of trying, either.
These past couple of years,
it's been one big soap opera.
I wouldn't take it back. I wouldn't...
Take any of it back, but...
I'm glad that it's over.
'Cause I like the way things are now.
My life being the cruel joke that it is,
now that things are so nice...
You're leaving.
Jo...
If I thought for one second
it was the right thing to do,
I would stay,
but it's time to go.
It's time for me to get out of this room,
and it's time for you
to discover who you are without us.
This chapter's over, Jo.
I can feel it.
Do you believe in magic?
I never used to. I mean, how could I?
13, your mom dies.
You hope against hope for... for magic,
something to make it all better.
It never comes,
and, you know, you look to your father
who's unable to overcome all of his tragic flaws.
Well, no abracadabra there.
And then there's Pacey. Well...
Any magic that was there,
that ran out, didn't it?
But, uh, then there's you.
There's proof that someone out there
is thinking of me...
My friend who was with me always.
It's pure magic.
I guess this is pretty much
just a long-winded way
of saying that, um...
I'm gonna miss you, Dawson.
I'm gonna miss you, too, Joey.
Well, I guess it's getting late,
and you need to rest, so...
It kind of makes me wish that the
ladder was still out there...
Make a classy exit, you know?
Disappear out the window into the night.
Yeah.
Far more cinematic.
Wow. I guess this is, uh...
This is really it, huh?
See you, Dawson.
I'll see you, Joey.
So what was yours, by the way?
What was my what?
Your all-time most life altering moment?
For all I know, it could be this one right now...
Saying good-bye to you.