Transcript for Episode 5

Blown Away

Dawson: Good.

Jen: Okay. Can I give you a hand with something?

Dawson: No, I'm cool, thanks.

Jen: You're being cold to me Dawson.

Dawson: No, I'm--

Jen: I mean, it's not judgement or anything, it's just an observation. Do you want to talk about this?

Dawson: It's got nothing to do with you, us, I've just got a big to-do list in my head. Really.

Jen: Sure.

*She walks inside.*

*Leery living room. The news is on.*

Mitch: Alright, everyone. Make yourselves at home. I'm gonna fix up some lunch.

Bessie: That's so kind of you. We really appreciate it.

Mitch: No problem. Mrs. Ryan, do you know--

Mrs.Ryan: We've met. You're Bessie, Joey's unmarried sister.

Bessie: And this is Bodie.

Mrs. Ryan: Mm-hm.

Bodie: Mm-hm.

*CUT TO Mrs. Leery sitting on the steps talking to Bob.*

Gail: *on phone* Thank you, Walter Cronkite. May I remind you who won the local Emmy and the Golden Desk award, hmm?

*CUT TO Dawson watching and listening to Mrs. Leery on the phone.*

Gail: *still on phone* Bad boy. You just be careful out there. I'd like you back in one piece. Okay. *makes kissing noises into the phone.*

*Dawson comes down the stairs purposely being loud so she knows that he knows about her affair.*

Gail: Um, I'll call you back. *she hangs up.*

Dawson: Got a new award for you Mom. It's not a trophy though. It comes in the form of an A. And you have to stitch it right here. Congratulations.

*CUT TO Mrs. Leery chasing after Dawson.*

Gail: Dawson, honey, we need to talk.

Dawson: About what? The weather?

Gail: Honey, um, I know you must be really angry right now. And it is completely justifiable.

Dawson: Save it.

Gail: Honey, please, hear me out.

Dawson: Mom.

Gail: I love your father. Now I know that may seem a little hypocritical at the moment but what is happening between Bob and I...

Dawson: Bob and me. Bob and I is gramatically incorrect.

Gail: If you let me, I might be able to help you understand this.

Dawson: Understand what? The complicated mind of an adultress? Do you have some new earthshattering rationale on why you're breaking the sacred vows of marriage? It's pretty straight forward, isn't it?

Gail: No it isn't. There are reasons.

Dawson: Reasons? Boredom maybe? Look, why don't you pull the 'I'm 40 now it's time to be selfish, life has passed me by' crap.

Gail: Would you let me explain?

Dawson: What? Mom, go for it. Explain purge. But purge the right person. I'm the son. There's a whole missing element here, I think it's downstairs, and it has a name. Husband, spouse, mate, better half. Any of those ring a bell?

*He walks off to his room and slams the door finding Jen.*

Jen: Are you okay?

Dawson: I don't get it. I have these two adolescent parents that bump like rabbits everyday of their life. You'd think that would be enough. Evidently Dad couldn't keep up and Mom just said 'Hey!'

Jen: Don't Dawson. These things have very little to do with sex.

Dawson: Is the proposition of monogomy such a Jurassic notion? I mean, is it no longer reasonable to think that two people can be enough for each other their entire lives?

Jen: I don't know.

Dawson: Maybe it's chemical. Maybe it's some kind of hormonal imbalance that causes one to fornicate with their coworkers. Maybe it's not just Bob. Maybe it includes the whole 6 and 11 action news team.

Jen: Your mother is a good woman.

Dawson: You defend her, you would it makes sense.

Jen: Excuse me?

Dawson: You heard me.

Jen: Yeah and you better clarify yourself right now before I rip your head off.

Dawson: I'm simply remarking who better to understand a woman's need to have multiple partners.

Jen: Being that I've slept with half of New York?

Dawson: I didn't say that.

Jen: We're not all as *missed word* as you Dawson. Some of us aren't imaginary characters in a Spielberg film, some of us live in reality.

*Jen leaves and Dawson flops down on his bed when he hears a sneeze from the direction of the closet.*

Dawson: Don't even tell me.

*He opens the closet door to find Joey.*

Joey: Don't mind me. Just passing through.

Dawson: I can't escape. What are you doing in there?

Joey: Just regressing for a moment. Remember how we used to play in there when we were kids? We'd reenact the whole third act from Jaws.

Dawson: Not now, Joey.

Joey: Come on, you'd be Captain Quin (?) and I'd be Cooper and Sheriff Brody. We knew all the lines by heart.

Dawson: We're not kids anymore Joey.

Joey: But wouldn't it be nice? Oh, right, it's up there with sleeping over on the we're too old for this list. I see. Look I know you're still mad at me for lying to you. Even if you won't admit it there's residue all over your face.

Dawson: Look, maybe you better go, Joey. My verbal vomit's out of control today.

Joey: I know what you're going through Dawson. You're struggling to find answers. You want to know why she's cheating but it's all perception Dawson. Let me just offer the one ounce of wisdom I can bring to this table. You know instead of asking why your mother's doing all these horrible things, may I suggest that you get down on your knees and thank God that you have a mother!

*She walks to the door.*

Dawson: Joey...

Joey: Sorry, Dawson, I forgot for a second. This isn't about me.

*CUT TO Leery living room.*

*on tv*
Bob: Winds are now racing at 50 MPH and steadily climbing. Now it's still undetermined whether hurricane Christopher is going to make landfall here and Capeside I can tell you right now...
*off tv*

Bodie: I'm just saying, a little fresh rosemary, some ground pepper...

Mrs. Ryan: I think I know a little bit more about the culinary art.

Bessie: It was just delicious, Mrs. Ryan.

Mitch: It's pretty messy out there. I hope Bob watches out for himself.

Joey: I wouldn't worry about Bob, Mr. Leery.

*CUT TO Joey and Mrs. Leery*

Mrs. Leery: I guess I, this is really, every sentence that comes to mind ends with the f word.

Joey: Well, don't hold back on my account. I've heard it.

Mrs. Leery: I'm an adult, Joey. I'm supposed to set an example.

Joey: I'd stick to the f word if I were you.

Mrs. Leery: I've been very selfish.

Joey: Seems to run in your family.

Mrs. Leery: But I'm ending it.

*CUT TO Tamara's house.*

Tamara: It was nice of you guys to stay.

Doug: Oh, let me get this.

Tamara: I didn't realize...

Doug: I got it.

Tamara: ...how scared I was. I never expected a hurricane to come this far north.

Doug: Well, I'm an officer of the law and it's my job to protect people so

Tamara: Well, as long as I'm not keeping you guys from anything.

Doug: No.

*Crash is heard outside*

Tamara: What was that?

Doug: I don't know. I'll be right back.

Tamara: Should you go out there?

Doug: This is my job, Tammy.

*He leaves.*

Tamara: Your brother is very nice.

Pacey: He's a closet case.

Tamara: What?

Pacey: Oh yeah, full-blooded 100% gay man. I mean, he likes to keep it quiet being an officer of the law in a small town.

Tamara: Does your dad know?

Pacey: Ah, my parents are in denial about this. It's really, it's an ugly situation. Where have you been?

*He goes up and gets closer to her.*

Tamara: I don't think so, not with your badge brother right outside. Quick reminder, this is a felony.

Pacey: That's the attraction, isn't it? I've been missin you...

Tamara: I've missed you too.

*They kiss*

Tamara: There. You happy?

Pacey: Get over here.

Tamara: Oh, no, no, no, no, let go Pacey, I mean it! I mean it!

*They pull over the tablecloth and food and Doug walks in find Pacey and Tamara.*

Doug: It was nothing it was just the--

*CUT TO Mitch Leery working on his model of an aquatic restaurant.*

Mitch: Dawson, do you realize that if the Kelp takes off, we'll have a whole chain of Leery family restaurants coast to coast?

Dawson: That's great, Dad.

Mitch: Something wrong, Dawson?

*Gail walks in*

Gail: Something very wrong. Mitch, there's something that we, I mean there's something that I have to tell you.

Dawson: I'll leave you two alone.

Gail: No, Dawson. We're family, this falls on all ears.

*Dawson shuts the doors.*

Mitch: Honey, what is it?

Gail: Wow. Where do I begin? Um, you know that I love what I do. That I always wanted to be a Diane Sawyer or a Barbra Walters. Um, Mitch, it's 20 years later and I am never going to be Diane Sawyer or Barbra Walters. I know that. I mean, I gave up that dream. It's okay. I've accepted it. I mean, I still would like to be a Jenny Jones or a Sally Jesse Raphael...

Mitch: What's wrong Gail?

Gail: Oh God, I'm digressing. I mean, who watches those shows anyway? I mean, they're all the same. Somebody does somebody wrong and then they go on TV with their IQ of 3 and bitch and moan about it for the whole world to see. And I know this is a judgement but, I have always prided myself on not being that kind of person. You know the kind of person who would wind up on a panel of cheaters and lowlifes--

Mitch: Gail.

Gail: (cont.) and liars.

Mitch: What are you saying?

Gail: What I am saying is for the past two months, the past 62 days, everytime that I've come home late, everytime that I have made an excuse to leave this house, everytime that I haven't been with you, I've been with someone else. Another man. Having sex with another man. Now I won't be so insulting as to offer an apoligy. This is, after all, on the other side of forgiveness. I just thought that you should know, Mitch. Mitch?

* The lights go out.*

Mitch: Batteries. I knew I should have gotten more batteries. Dawson.

Gail: Mitch..

Mitch: Dawson, take these candles and flashlight into the other room right now. Where is that lantern? I filled it with kerosene this morning and now it is gone.

Gail: Mitch, please talk to me.

Mitch: I had it in my hands and now it's disappeared. Where is it? Where'd it go? Don't you cry! You don't get to cry!

*He leaves and Gail starts crying*

Mrs. Ryan: Is everything okay?

Gail: Oh, yeah, everything's fine. Um, I think there's more candles upstairs.

*CUT TO Tamara's house.*

Doug: You know he's such a clumsy idiot. Tammy, I am really sorry about my brother. We've had to put up with this pinhead inbesil for years now. He's kind of the family heirsman (?). I'm really sorry.

Tamara: It's okay, Doug, really it was my fault. I ran into him. I'm the clumsy one.

Doug: What do we got here?

Tamara: Oh, just some possible riding out the storm entertainment.

Doug: Well, have you ever played the "If" game?

Tamara: No, how do you do that?

Doug: Oh, it's a really good way to get to know each other. I ask you a question like, "If you could only eat one food for the rest of your life, what would it be?" And then you answer and ask me something.

Tamara: Okay. Who's first?

Pacey: I vote for Monopoly. That game has a point.

Doug: It's just a really good way to get to know each other, that's all. Okay, let's see, ummm, if you had to pick one city that you had to live in for the rest of your life, what would it be?

Tamara: Easy, New York. My home town. No other place like it.

Doug: So why'd you move?

Tamara: Uh, well, because I needed a change. I have a dysfunctional ex-husband and New York wasn't big enough for the two of us.

Doug: Well, I tell ya, if I was your ex-husband, I'd be full of regret right about now.

Pacey: Okay, my turn. Dougie, if you could star in any Broadway musical, which one would you choose?

Doug: Easy, Tony, West Side Story.

Tamara: I love that.

Doug: Yeah?

Tamara: "Somewhere" is my favorite.

Doug: Mine too.

Tamara: I must have watched that movie 10 times when I was a kid.

Doug: 10 times? Try 15.

*CUT TO Leery living room.*

Bodie: A million babies are circumsized every year.

Bessie: It's a human rights issue. It's a harsh and barbaric example of child abuse.

Bodie: We don't even know if it's going to be a girl or boy.

Mrs. Ryan: Or black or white.

Bodie: Eh, she's off and running.

Bessie: Don't.

Mrs. Ryan: It's not a judgement, Bodie, just an observation.

Bodie: Which do you object to more Mrs. Ryan? The fact that I'm black and she's white or that we're unmarried and about to have a child in sin?

Mrs. Ryan: What I object to most, Bodie, is when children raise children. Get ready, Bodie. That child will be identified as different.

Bessie: Part black, part white, it doesn't matter, Mrs. Ryan. This child will be 100% loved.

*CUT TO Jen walking towards Joey on the Leery porch.*

Joey: What are you doing out here? You know, it's pretty cold.

Jen: It's pretty cold in there, too, and I needed a little break. So what are you doing out here?

Joey: Just watching Mr. Leery.

Jen: Mm. Guess it really hit the fan today.

Joey: Where's Dawson?

Jen: Don't know, don't care, I'm taking a break.

Joey: You know, it's just an ego thing. I mean, "How could there possibly have been anyone before me, you know, how can I measure up?"

Jen: Is he really that trite (?)?

Joey: I'm sure there's a measuring tape sitting in his bathroom right now.

Jen: What do you think it's marked up at?

Joey: What do you mean?

Jen: Oh come on, do you think Dawson's got a pistol or a rifle?

Joey: How would I know?

Jen: Oh, come on.

Joey: Dawson was wrong to spew his anger on his mom onto you.

Jen: So you heard.

Joey: Involuntary eavesdropping.

Jen: Well I guess I'm no longer the virgin queen of Dawson Leery's handheld fantasies.

Joey: Yeah I think Dawson's having a life-defining turning point in his life right now.

Jen: Aren't we all?

Joey: You know, taking into consideration his height, weight, feet and hand size, I'd say he's slightly above average.

Jen: Oh, so you have thought about it.

*They laugh.*

*CUT TO Dawson picking up pieces of the aquatic restaurant model and Mrs. Ryan comes in.*

Mrs. Ryan: Can I help you with that?

Dawson: No, I'm fine, thanks.

Mrs. Ryan: Mr. Ryan used to say, "If you want the rainbow, you've got to put up with a lot of rain."

Dawson: So you know, too?

Mrs. Ryan: I used to be a big fan of motion pictures. Frank Capra, "It's a Wonderful Life", "Mr. Smith Goes to Washinton", "Pocket Full of Miracles." Simple desires fulfilled, aspirations realized.

Dawson: Fears of abandonment turned into fantasy spectacles of security and joy. Frank Capra and Steven Spielberg were often compared for their thematic content.

Mrs. Ryan: What I like most about those movies is the fact that no matter how far off the pedestal the character fell they always got a second chance. Forgiveness is one of the greatest gifts the Lord has given us with it comes understanding.

Dawson: Same way rain brings a rainbow.

Mrs. Ryan: From what I've seen of you so far, you better buy yourself a good umbrella.

*CUT TO Tamara's house.*

Pacey: St. Charles Place with a hotel. $750.

Doug: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Pacey: Ha, haaa!

Doug: Oh, so now what about Gypsy?

Tamara: Oh, I love that. Did you see the Bette Midler TV version?

Doug: I know she was great. You know, I still love Ethel Murman.

Tamara: Yeah...chorus line!

Doug: *singing* Kiss today goodbye

Tamara: *singing* The sweetness and the sorrow.

Pacey: It's your turn.

Tamara: Oh!

Doug: Listen, Tamara, would you like to go out with me sometime? You know, maybe catch a movie. The Rialto has got this whole oldies classics thing on Wednesday night. They play a lot of the old MGM musicals, it's really great.

Tamara: Sure. I'd love to.

Doug: Yeah? Great, okay. We'll make a whole night of it. Nice romantic dinner, leave baby brother here at home, just give us a chance to, I don't know, get to know each other a little more intimently. You know, make it a real date.

Tamara: Well, not really a real date.

Doug: Why not?

Tamara: Well, you know, because I know.

Doug: It's not because I'm too young, is it? I mean, please, don't pull the age thing on me. I'm 24 soon to be 25.

Tamara: No, it's not that at all, it's just that I know that you're gay.

Doug: What? Did you tell her I'm gay?

Tamara: No, I guessed it. When I lived in New York I lived on Christopher Street, I have good gaydar.

Doug: You told her, didn't you? Tell her I'm not gay.

Pacey: She has gaydar!

Doug: Tamara, I am not gay.

Tamara: It's okay to be gay.

Pacey: That's exactly what I've been trying to tell him Tamara.

*Doug pulls out his gun and aims it at Pacey.

Doug: Alright, you tell her, right now, that I am not gay.

Tamara: Guys, guys, hey!

Pacey: It's okay Tamara. He does this kind of stuff all the time.

Doug: Tell her, right now.

Pacey: Okay, alright. He's not gay.

Doug: Alright then. So who's turn is it?

*CUT TO the Leery car. Gail gets in with Mitch.*

Mitch: It's Bob, isn't it? The first time I saw you, it on the pier at the marina and you were with that girlfriend of yours, that woman who would never shut up. Talk, talk, talk all the time. I can't remember her name. It was one of those soap opera names, you know like, I don't know, like, Lexus, or Dorian.

Gail: Phoebe.

Mitch: Ah, Phoebe. And from the minute Phoebe introduced us, I knew that I loved you. I mean, it was that quick, you know, because love comes that quick. It's like a decision. Love is a decision that you make and I made it, right there on the spot. What I need for you to know is that our love came quick and it's lasted. It's weathered the storm. But as quickly as I made that decision 20 years ago to love you, I'm taking it back. I don't want to love you anymore. I choose to hate you now.

Gail: No, Mitch, don't.

Mitch: It's already done just like that. So I suggest that you get OUT OF THE CAR before I physically remove you from it.

*He drives off as soon as Gail is out.*

*CUT TO Hurricane's over-- Tamara's house.*

Tamara: Once again, thank you very much. It's been a very interesting day.

Pacey: Oh, anytime.

Doug: Sorry about the gun thing.

Tamara: Hey...

Doug: I'd still like to take you out.

Tamara: You know, I have to be honest with you, Doug, I'm seeing someone right now.

Doug: Well, fair enough, let's go squirt.

Pacey: Sure, Deputy Doug.

*CUT TO Dawson and Jen in the Leery hallway.*

Jen: I'm leaving, Dawson, um, but before I go there's--

Dawson: But Jen I'm--

Jen: No, no, hear me out, Dawson, please. Okay? Because this seems to be the day of truths, and I'm taking my turn. I lost my virginity when I was 12 to some older guy who got me drunk, I don't really remember his name but after the first pregnancy scare I went on the pill, and I used condoms most of the time, some of the times, I don't know, it's kind of blurry. I was really drinking a lot and having black outs and stuff, um. I was sexualized way too young, and I don't wish that on anybody. I mean, sex at such a young age, more often than not, is a bad idea. I finally got caught having sex in my parents' bed. Daddy's little girl fornicating right before his very eyes. He still can't look me in the face but then again he shipped me 200 miles away so he wouldn't have to, but Dawson I'm not that girl anymore. I never really was, and I'm not that white-as-snow image you've got either, I'm somewhere in between and I'm just, I'm just trying to figure it out.

Dawson: Jen. It's not you. It's my own stupid hang ups. My parents have this raging sex life and I just, I secretly used it as their measure of happiness.

Jen: Well, sex doesn't equal happiness.

Dawson: Yeah, I know. I know that now.

Jen: I'm sorry about lying to you, but I can't apoligize for my past. I mean, I've learned from it, I'm a better person, it's gotten me here. And this is my chance to start over. It's my chance and it would be really nice if you'd be a part of that.

Dawson: On one condition?

Jen: What?

Dawson: That you'll have me. Jen because my behavior has been unredeemable and I don't deserve someone as impassionate and open and honest and beautiful as you are.

*They hug.*

Dawson: Take 2?

Jen: Mm-hm.

*CUT TO Tamara's house.*

Tamara: What are you doing? Where's your brother?

Pacey: Ah, I circled back.

Tamara: It's late, Pacey.

Pacey: I just have one more "if" question. I got it, I got it. If you could do any one thing in your life again, what would it be?

Tamara: Well I wouldn't have married an abusive, fat stock broker. Same question, back at you.

Pacey: Well, I'd be older, so I could tell the world about this wonderful woman who I am rapidly falling in love with. Did you really think that it was going to make me jealous by flirting with Deputy Doug?

Tamara: Flirting? I don't flirt.

Pacey: Because if you did, it's succeedingly unnecessary. I'm already jealous of every guy who's ever been in your field of vision, who's known the smell of your hair, who's held your body against his.

Tamara: We're getting sloppy, Pacey. You know we're going to have to end this. It's getting too dangerous.

Pacey: Tell me that isn't a turn on.

Tamara: Oh, Pacey.

Pacey: Wait, just one more question. If you could do any one thing right now, what would it be?

*She drags him into her house.*

*CUT TO Mitch Leery driving up. He walks toward the door and sees Gail sitting in the rocking chair on the porch. He sits on the steps.*

Mitch: So why'd you do it?

Gail: Get ready Mitch because if you think it can't get worse, it can. My reason is proposterous. I have no reason. No. I woke up one day, Mitch, and I realized, my life was perfect. Everything I'd ever wanted from the time I was 6 had been realized. I discovered perfection obtained is a discomforting state. And I got restless. What do you do when everything is right? When everything is just the way you've always wanted it to be? I have the perfect home, a career, the most gifted child, a husband who stimulates me mind, body, and soul everyday of my life. I want for nothing. And I guess that left me feeling empty not wanting. And I just wanted to want again. So, I set out to achieve it, and boy did I suceed. Because what I want now, I want back everything that I've lost. Mitch, I'm so sorry.

Mitch: Shhh. Let's just sit here, alright? I don't want to talk anymore.

Gail: Okay.

*CUT TO Dawson going into his room and seeing Joey sitting by the window.*

Dawson: I was hoping you'd still be here. Joey, I owe you an apoligy. I have been thoughtless and insensitive and self-obsessed to the extreme. But if you give me a chance to rectify my beligerent ways I promise I will make every effort to be friendworthy of you.

Joey: Well that was a mouthful. I'm sorry for using the mother card. I keep it in my back pocket and it's way too easy.

Dawson: Jo, I don't know what I would do if I lost my mother.

Joey: It hurts, Dawson. I mean, you're born and you die and you make a lot of mistakes in between, you know? Funny thing is, you know? Now that she's gone, I, I can't seem to remember a single mistake.

Dawson: What can I do for you, Joey? I want to be a good friend, what can I do?

Joey: Well, just for tonight, can we put our rapid ascend to adulthood on hold, please?

Dawson: Come on.

*They go into the closet.*

Dawson: Sheriff Brody that's a 20 footer! Quiet I think he's come back for his noon feeding.

Joey: Gotta get a shot at this orca's head.

Dawson: Smile you son of a bitch!

*They laugh.*

Joey: We're gonna need a bigger boat.

THE END

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