Dirty Dancing
The second episode of Dawson's Creek
Written by: not known
Directed by: not known
Transcribed by: Greeneye90@aol.com
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~~~~~~~~~~Part One~~~~~~~~~~
Shots of the exterior of Capeside High School. Cut to a hand picking up a microphone. Pan up to Nellie, who removes a piece of gum from her mouth and starts the morning announcement.
Nellie: (seriously) *Don't* forget about the big dance on Saturday to celebrate our victory at the big game on Friday.
Cut to the hallways of Capeside as students get ready to go to class.
Nellie: (over the intercom) Even if we don't know yet if we'll even win the big game but the planning committee is *really* optimistic. Get your tickets now!
Mr. Gold's room. Dawson opens the door and enters.
Dawson: Mr. Gold, got a sec?
Mr. Gold: (sits on table) What is it Dawson?
Dawson takes a seat at the table across from him.
Dawson: Um, well I've been thinking about what you said and…you were right to not let me into your class.
Mr. Gold: (taking off glasses) I'm glad you gave it some thought.
Dawson: I did. I am, however, in a bit of a jam. See I have study hall in the library fifth period and it's really overcrowded in there, major overflow. It's sweaty, unpleasant…and I talked to Mr. Gibbons about switching study halls and he seemed to think that with your permission I could just spend study hall with you.
Mr. Gold: Hmm, fifth period?
Dawson nods, pretending to be clueless.
Mr. Gold: That's exactly when film class is.
Dawson: (breaking out in a grin) Now that's an uncanny coincidence.
Mr. Gold (pauses) You will not be part of the class, you will sit in the back and be quiet. You will not participate or involve yourself in anyway.
Dawson: (interrupting) Great, great! Thank you Mr. Gold, thank you. I, I really…(pause) This is a big deal.
Cut to Pacey sitting in Tamara's chair at her school desk. She walks in briskly but slows down when she sees Pacey.
Pacey: (getting up) Good morning Ms. Jacobs.
Tamara: Good morning Pacey.
Pacey: Can we talk?
Tamara: Ah…you know this isn't your class so I'll see you later.
Pacey: (amused) No, we *really* need to talk.
Tamara: Well we have nothing to discuss, except homework which there's none so you can just run along.
Pacey: There's a lot to discuss. We could start with the open mouth kiss if you like.
Tamara: I don't know what your talking about…and I'm going to have to insist that you leave!
Pacey: I'm just as confused as you are.
Students enter and begin to take their seats. A few stare at Pacey and Ms. Jacobs.
Tamara: (whispering) Pacey please! Nothing happened. There was no kiss. Please don't.
Pacey: (under his breath to her) Your tongue was in my mouth. (pause) You're not being fair.
He leaves the classroom. Tamara composes herself and tries to smile at her students.
Tamara: Good morning everyone.
Lunchroom. Dawson pulls up a chair at a table already seating Joey, Jen and Pacey.
Dawson: Okay, I'm not going to be able to count on the film class for support like I was hoping. Which means, we're going to have to work overtime if we want to make the festival deadline. We have to shoot all weekend. Joey, this means, no lip about giving Pacey lip.
Joey: I'm reaching a breaking point with this whole kiss thing.
Pacey: I'm not engorged with this, either okay? It goes both ways.
Dawson: (thinking) Joey, major revelation. All right, I think I know a way to make you the happiest actress in the world. You know how you die in the end of the movie? How would you like to die sooner? Like tomorrow?
Joey: (puzzled) What do you mean?
Dawson: Okay, your character in a surprise attack is killed violently but you're beautiful but bright cousin from New York arrives just in time to find your mutilated body.
Pacey: You know, dude. I think you're on to something here.
Jen: Wait. If that means I'm going to be playing…
Dawson: (interrupting) No, no, no it's perfect! This nullifies the kiss issue (looking at Joey) and puts *you* back behind the camera with *me* where you belong.
Joey smiles.
Jen: Well, but…I mean haven't you already shot a lot of stuff with Joey's character?
Dawson: It's an easy cover. Oh, it's better this way, it's so unpredictable! The audience is never gonna see it coming! It's like Janet Leigh in Psycho.
Pacey: Drew Barrymore in Scream.
Joey: (looking at Pacey) Ah, rip-off of a rip-off.
Dawson: You know I really think it fits in right in mind with the whole tone of the piece, don't you think?
Joey: (smiling, sneaking a look at Jen) You're right, Dawson. It's perfect.
Cut to Ms. Jacobs's class. The class is discussing Emily Bronte's Wuthering Heights.
Tamara: Okay, someone explain to me the state of Catherine's mind as she drove Heathcliff away.
Nellie raises her hand eagerly.
Nellie: It was her tragic and dysfunctional way of letting him know she loved him.
Tamara: Yes that's the oblivious interpretation of the moment. However, I think it goes deeper than that. For some reason, this story is regarded as some great love story. But the reality is, that Heathcliff and Catherine never belonged together. They never should have been together.
Close up on Pacey's face.
Tamara: Catherine was essentially a mess, Heathcliff was basically a decent guy who had a lot to learn about life and was inherently better off without some whimpering, mentally unstable wet-rag following him around.
Nellie and her friend look at each other in disbelief.
Tamara: The whole thing was wrong. It should never have happened. Bronte should have saved her ink.
Pacey watches her, aware of the direct meaning toward him. The bell rings in the background.
Mr. Gold's film class. Dawson is sitting in the back of the class listening to the conversations of the students.
Mr. Gold: (walking down the aisles) So, we'll have to move fast if we want to enter the film festival.
Cliff: We can make it. The script is done, the movie is boarded. And we did a lot of the work over the summer.
Nellie sits behind him, listening attentively, twirling her hair around her finger.
Mr. Gold: Then let's move onto the story. Have you solved your third act problem?
Dawson raises his hand.
Dawson: Mr. Gold?
Mr. Gold: (annoyed) Yes, Dawson?
Dawson: Would that be the Boston Film Festival?
Mr. Gold: Yes that would be. They have a junior video level competition.
Dawson stares at his desk, uneasy.
Cliff: Okay, Third act. I've just been injured in the big game with Tyler. My throwing arm crushed. The bone broken in 3 places.
Cut to Dawson's disgusted face. Nellie nods and smiles at everything Cliff says.
Cliff: (continuing) But I refuse to tell the coach, because he won't let me play at Homecoming if I do. Remember we want the audience asking, "Can he do it? Will the team win the big game?" Remember, this is autobiographical, so if anybody has any questions, I was there. I lived it. Come talk to me, alright? (he smiles)
Cut to Dawson taking out books from his locker. Joey stands with him and listens.
Dawson: "Helmets of Glory." Chronicles last year's football season. And get this, Mr. Cliff Quarterback himself is writing, directing and starring in it.
Joey: (rolling her eyes) Oh, a Streisand.
Dawson: This is serious, Jo. They're entering it in the film festival. *My* film festival. This is like immediate competition.
Joey: And it's a sports film?
Dawson: A thin and pedestrian sports film.
Joey: Ah, the epitome of everything you're against. (she wrinkles up her nose and leans against a locker) Could life be more cruel?
Dawson looks down the hallway to see Cliff walking up to Jen. Joey also notices.
Cliff: Hi, I'm Cliff.
Jen: Hi, I'm Jen.
Dawson: (watches) This isn't happening.
Cliff: I know being the new kid can be kind of traumatic but if there's anything I can do to take the edge off, show you around, take you out?
Jen: (smiling) That's, that's really sweet of you. Umm, can I let you know? I mean, I'm still just getting settled in.
Cliff: Sure, sure, absolutely. (pause) And it was nice to meet you Jen, short for Jennifer.
Jen: You too, Cliff, short for Clifford.
She strides past Dawson and Joey, looking back at Cliff and smiling to herself. Dawson and Joey just look on.
Joey: I told you, Dawson. They move fast in New York.
Dawson starts to say something but stops and just looks down the hall after her.