[Scene: Capeside High, classroom. Dawson and Joey are in English class and the teacher is discussing Shakespeare.]
Teacher: The Two Gentlemen of Verona. Not one of the bard's best, but an interesting apprentice piece nonetheless. In the high-spirited Silvia, we see the first version of a character we're later going to come to know as Juliet. In the 2 male characters Proteus and Valentine
[Drue plays with Joey's hair]
Joey: Next time, I draw blood.
Drue: It's your own fault. I'm new here, and you're not being very nice to me.
Joey: I'm not trying to be.
Drue: But then again you don't strike me as very popular, so you can turn around now. You're of no use to me.
Teacher: I hate to interrupt, Miss Potter, but maybe you could tell us what the two gentlemen of Verona is all about.
Joey: Uh, well, it's a
Teacher: could you raise the volume a notch? I don't speak mumble.
Joey: It's about a girl who comes between 2 guys.
Teacher: Right you are. 2 guys, a girl, and no pizza place. [no one laughs]Uh, how did the play make you feel, Miss Potter?
Joey: I didn't think it was very realistic. I mean, Valentine is this cardboard-cutout hero, and Proteus is unfairly painted as a villain. I just think these scenarios are actually a lot more complicated.
Dawson: [Chuckles]
Teacher: Mr. Leery, do I sense an opposing viewpoint in your little chortle?
Dawson: No, no. It was nothing.
Teacher: Please, please. Elaborate.
Dawson: Well, um, I don't think it's a story about a girl coming between 2 guys. I think it's about the friendship between the 2 guys.
Joey: Which fails when the girl comes between them.
Dawson: It fails because one friend betrays the other. I mean, Proteus is a lousy friend.
Joey: Valentine isn't such a great guy. I mean, he's so fixated on his honor that he totally loses sight of everything else around him.
Dawson: He was willing to make the ultimate sacrifice. He gave up the girl he loved. You think that's a bad thing?
Joey: I think nothing about this topic is black and white, Dawson.
[Drue raises his hands]
Teacher: Drue.
Drue: Gene and roger here have a fantastic energy, but they're sort of all over the place. Now I for one would love to see them engage in a prepared debate about the merits of the play.
Joey: Would you mind your own business?
Teacher: I think that is a splendid idea. I've never generated so much heat out of what is arguably Shakespeare's worst comedy. And you know what would make it even better? If you teamed up with them, Drue, threw your own viewpoint into the mix. I look forward to a lively debate from the 3 of you... Tomorrow.
[Opening Credits]
[Scene: Inside Gram's kitchen. Jen comes out of her bedroom and walks into the kitchen sher Grams is there holding an umbrella.]
Grams: Jen, look at that. It's almost time for me to be picking you up at school.
Jen: I'm not even an hour late yet. That doesn't break my record.
Grams: Skipping school is no way for a young lady to handle her problems.
Jen: I had a lot of any femme music to weed through this morning, and I happen to resent the interruption.
Grams: Those songs you listen to only exacerbate your sadness.
Jen: Well, then you're missing the point 'cause I'm not sad. No, I've moved on from sad. I am currently in the thick of pissed off.
Grams: Good! Then you'll recognize my attitude if you pull this routine one more time.
Jen: What happened to the kinder, gentler grams? I miss her.
Grams: Oh, Jennifer, I'm not so old that I don't remember how important seeing your fall term is.
Jen: Old enough to call it fall term.
Grams: Much of what your next 4 years will be decided now, Jennifer, and I will not let a momentary heartache squander any opportunities you may have. I'm hereby putting a 48 hour cap on your melancholy.
Jen: You can't cap my melancholy.
Grams: Watch me. Now here. Stay dry.
Jen: Have you looked outside today? 'Cause it happens to be beautiful.
Grams: Today is a red-letter day in the farmer's almanac. Rain is definitely predicted.
[Scene: Capeside High Hallway. Dawson and Joey are walking out of class and stop by her locker.]
Dawson: So, leery manor or the B&B? Where you want to get together?
Joey: Dawson, are you ok with this?
Dawson: Well, rather than debate the awkwardness of the situation, I'd much prefer we just got it over with.
Joey: Ok. Well, um, I have to work. So you're going to have to come down to the yacht club.
Dawson: Ok. Are you going to be able to, uh, focus down there?
Joey: Ha. Yeah. The place is a tomb on Thursday nights. Well, except for one old geezer who always shows up for the prime rib special.
Dawson: All right. Sounds cool. I'll see you later.
[Pacey walks towards them with Jen and upon seeinf him, dawson leaves]
Pacey: Someone couldn't have high-tailed it out of here fast enough.
Joey: And you are in such a race to start conversation with him?
Jen: Mmm. She's right, Pacey. One day one of you is going to have to put an end to this great era of silence.
Pacey: But not me and not today. Today I am celebrating.
Joey: Celebrating?
Jen: Pacey done good.
Pacey: Oh, Pacey done very good. Pacey got his first "A."
Joey: Hmm? Good omen, yeah?
Pacey: And I couldn't have done it without you.
Joey: I was but a mere study aide.
Pacey: Sure you were. So now, you're going to come sailing with me this afternoon, because this afternoon is the absolute last beautiful day of the season, and you have been conscripted to be my deck hand.
Joey: I'd love to, pace, but I have a project to do.
Pacey: Put it off for one day?
Joey: It's due tomorrow. And...
Pacey: Am I missing something here?
Joey: It's with Dawson. It wasn't planned. It was assigned.
Pacey: Well, isn't that cute?
Jen: I'll go with you if you want. I mean, maybe the open horizon will serve to lift my spirits a bit. Huh?
Pacey: Really?
Jen: Yeah.
Joey: There you go. Willing victim.
Jen: Oh, 2 things. First of all, I absolutely refuse to make out with you, and second of all, there's a distinct possibility that I'll puke.
Joey: What do you know? Those are my 2 things.
[Scene: Andie's Bedroom. Andie is there fixing her hair when Jack walks by her door.]
Andie: Hey, wait! Jack, Jack! Come here.
Jack: Ok.
Andie: So. Up like this? Or down?
Jack: Don't ask me hair questions.
Andie: Jack! Eh, you know what? Down. It's more relaxed. You know, I've got that interview today at the yacht club, so...
Jack: I didn't know you were looking for a job.
Andie: Duh, Jack! College interviews.
Jack: Oh, yeah. Right. Yeah. It's that time.
Andie: For those of us who started the application process, yes.
Jack: This one for Harvard?
Andie: No. Uh, you know, that guy Drue? Well, his mom, Miss Valentine, she's one of the alums of the backup schools I'm looking at. So, uh, you know it's always crucial to make a good first impression.
[Andie almost falls over.]
Jack: Whoa! Andie! You ok?
Andie: Yeah, yeah. I just got a little dizzy. That's all.
Jack: Here. Why--here. Sit down.
Andie: Yeah.
Jack: It's that new drug you started, isn't it?
Andie: Yeah, Nardil. Yeah, it's actually working pretty well. Better than anything else I've tried.
Jack: I know this is preventative, but are you sure you're ok with it?
Andie: It is a little scary, but it's just like dr. Newman said-- "in times of high stress, it can't hurt to have an extra line of defense."
Jack: You can always try my tactic. Just forget altogether that you're a senior.
Andie: [Laughs] yeah, right. Only, I wasn't born with those genes. Ok. How do I look?
Jack: Like you should be interviewing her.
[Scene: Dawson's living room. Mitch and Gale come downstairs and sit on the couch, wrapped in blankets and carrying tissues. Dawson walks in to the room behind them.]
Dawson: Oh, so you're sick now, too?
Mitch: Uh, I got the sniffly part.
Gale: Oh, I still got that nauseous part.
Dawson: Well, you know, maybe if you two kept your tongues out of each other's throats for 2 seconds, you'd stop passing this thing back and forth.
Gale: Take a good look, honey. This is marriage.
Dawson: All right. I've got to go to the yacht club. I got some homework to do.
Mitch: Mmm. A sociology report on the wealthy?
Dawson: No. I've got a project to do with Joey. Wasn't our idea. We got assigned.
Mitch: Are you ok with that?
Dawson: Why does everybody treat me like my head is going to spontaneously explode every time her name is mentioned?
Gale: Because it did.
Dawson: 3 months ago. Which in teenager time is like a decade. Joey's got her life and I've got mine.
Gale: And Pacey?
Dawson: I see you've joined dad in your great Pacey watch 2000. Sorry I don't have any updates. Oh, except for the fact that he seems to hate me even more since I let Joey know about his grade situation. Thanks for the tip, pop.
Mitch: You did the right thing.
Dawson: Well, I'm all out of right things as far as Pacey's concerned. You guys want me to get you anything before I go?
Mitch: No. On your way out, would you shut the windows back there? The wind's starting up.
Dawson: Will do. All right.
[Scene: On the deck of the True Love. Pacey and Jen are sailing around. Enjoying the beautiful weather.]
Jen: It'll be hard as hell to turn this boat around and come back to reality.
Pacey: That's an understatement.
Jen: Oh, you can just forget about the world out here.
Pacey: Yeah. You could almost forget that your girlfriend's spending the entire afternoon with her ex-soulmate.
Jen: Pacey, you know, I am probably the last person on earth that you should be out here with.
Pacey: Oh, that's not true. Ever seen Dougie in a Speedo?
Jen: I mean, I love you and Joey, but if you're having doubts whether a teenage couple can sustain a relationship, I'm probably not the best person to talk to.
Pacey: Lean over!
Jen: Oh, what's that?
Pacey: That is a gift from the gods.
Jen: Did you check the weather?
Pacey: Yeah, of course. I checked it this morning, and it said that the storm system is headed up the coast, but it's going to pass us right overhead.
[Scene: The Capeside Yacht Club. Dawson, Joey and Drue are sitting around a table talking about the debate they have to give.]
[Cell phone rings]
Drue: Hello. Hey, gorgeous.
Dawson: Unbelievable.
Joey: Unacceptable. Hello. Gorgeous is it? Hi. Yes. This is Drue's doctor, and he's going to have to get back to you when the syphilis clears up, ok? Bye-bye.
Drue: That was rude.
Joey: Oh, ruder than taking cell phone calls when we're supposed to be working on a project that you got us into? I don't think so.
Drue: Excuse a brother for picking up on the intense, dare I say, sexual vibe between the two of you. Must be the Star Wars thing.
Dawson: Star Wars Thing?
Drue: Star wars thing it's classic. You are obviously Luke to this Pacey guy's Hans Solo. See, you're the stuff of pre-teen daydreams. Cute. Smart. Non-threatening. Which is great and all, but not for princess Joey here who's clearly smack dab in the middle of her bad-boy phase.
Dawson: And where do you fit into this whole scenario, Drue?
Joey: Jabba the Hutt, I think.
[Mr. Brooks comes into the room.]
Mr. Brooks: Hmm. Hmm. Ahem.
Joey: Hello, Mr. Brooks.
Mr. Brooks: My usual table please.
Joey: Mmm. Sorry, it's taken.
Mr. Brooks: If the opening act is over, I'd like to sit down now.
Joey: So will you be having the prime rib special this evening?
Mr. Brooks: Yes, and I'll have it quick. I want to get my boat home before the storm.
Joey: Storm?
Mr. Brooks: A weather phenomenon where the skies darken and rain falls.
Joey: Um, I'll be back with your water.
[Joey goes to get his water and finds Drue at the bar watching TV.]
TV actors: Sorry...Quick. No, no, no. It's my fault. I didn't
Joey: Mr. Brooks said that there's a storm coming.
Drue: Mr. Brooks lives alone on the edge of town with a 3-legged dog named boo.
Joey: Well, have you seen any storm reports?
Drue: Nope. [Gun shots on TV] you'd think those things would impede her ability to use an Uzi.
Joey: Just let me know if you hear anything.
[Cell phone rings]
Drue: Hello. Hey, gorgeous. Nah. Don't worry about it. She's crazy. What's going on?
[A message about the storm goes by the bottom of the TV]
[Scene: The Capeside Yacht Club office. Andie is there getting her interview from Mrs. Valentine.]
Mrs. Valentine: Well, Andrea, your academic record is certainly outstanding.
Andie: Thank you. Oh, and Andie's fine.
Mrs. Valentine: Oh, a nickname. How charming. Any idea what you'd like to study in school?
Andie: Well, everything. At least at first. History. Philosophy. English. You can never underestimate the value of a well-rounded liberal arts education.
Mrs. Valentine: If you could have dinner with one person, living or dead, whom would you choose?
Andie: Eleanor Roosevelt.
Mrs. Valentine: Ohh. Most students say Jesus. Well, let's see. You worked on the yearbook, the newspaper, you directed a play.
Andie: Yes. Barefoot in the park by Neil Simon. It was completely a pre-feminist, but it held up surprisingly well. We took sort of a
Mrs. Valentine: I see only one red flag here. At the end of your sophomore year you took a medical leave of absence?
Andie: Yes, I did. Um, but I was able to make up my finals, and none of my grades suffered.
Mrs. Valentine: Nothing serious, I hope. Your illness?
Andie: I was having some emotional problems.
Mrs. Valentine: Emotional problems? So this was a mental illness? Would you like some tea, dear?
Andie: Sure.
[Scene: The Capeside Yacht Club. Joey and Dawson are sitting at the table trying to go over the debate items.]
Joey: I just think that if Valentine and Proteus came to some mutual understanding... Oh, god. What?
Dawson: Joey, we are trying so hard not to talk about Pacey, he's become the subtext of this whole damn play. What do you say we just get it out in the open once and for all?
Joey: Ok. Let's.
Dawson: Pacey and I are not going to be friends again. End of story. I know everybody seems to think that it's time we made up, but that's not going to happen.
Joey: Well, since you did bring this up, why not?
Dawson: What's done is done.
Joey: After 10 years of friendship, what's done is done?
Dawson: No, after the greatest betrayal of my life, what's done is done.
Joey: Dawson, I was a part of that betrayal.
Dawson: Yes, and you apologized for it. You really showed some sort of remorse for what happened. Pacey could care less. Which is fine. It's just not the kind of person I'm going to race out and be friends with again. And it's time for everyone to just accept that reality and move on with their lives, starting with you and me talking about this play without referencing him. [Thunder] Can we do that?
Joey: Yeah, ok.
Dawson: What?
Joey: I'll be right back.
[Joey goes to the bar, where Drue is still sitting. She grabs the remote and starts changing channels.]
Drue: Oh, anxious much?
Joey: You're supposed to be watching this.
Drue: Whoops, I forgot.
[Mr. Brooks comes up to them.]
Mr. Brooks: Ahem. I want my check. Excuse me.
Joey: Just a second. [Sighs]
Mr. Brooks: I'm leaving for home this instant, and I want my check.
Joey: Drue, can you get him his check?
Drue: Notice my reclining state. That would imply I'm not working.
Joey: Would you get him his check?!
Weatherman: We have not seen a storm like this in over 30 years. We'll have another weather update at the top of the hour.
[Scene: The deck of the True Love. Jen and Pacey are starting to get a little worried about the weather.]
Pacey: Man, this came up out of nowhere!
Jen: I thought you said the storm was heading out to sea!
Pacey: Well, it did.
Jen: It did, but it came back!
Pacey: Well, if someone hadn't used all the batteries on the portable marine band, we could have got the storm report!
Jen: Yeah, well, if somebody owned something other than Zeppelin tapes 1 through 4, we wouldn't have needed the radio.
Pacey: Hold this. Let me grab the jib sheet.
Jen: Got it.
Pacey: Let me set the course, I'll get on the vhf, and then we'll get the weather report.
Jen: You'd never be first to admit it.
Pacey: What? Admit what?
Jen: You'd never be first to admit it's getting scary!
Pacey: This is nothing. I've seen this before.
Jen: Where, in the perfect storm?
Pacey: Nah. I saw something like this off of Nags Head this summer. We'll just get the weather report, find out where the worst of it is, and go around.
[A wave washes over board and some water goes into the boat shorting out the radio.]
Jen: Ok. Oh! Aah!
Pacey: Did that happen in Nags Head?
[Scene: The Capeside Yacht Club office. Andie is still interviewing for the school with Mrs. Valentine.]
Andie: I guess I would say that my greatest strength is my tenacity. Which is probably my greatest weakness, too. My brother jack is always telling me I don't know when to quit.
Mrs. Valentine: I see. But what about your illness? Isn't that a weakness?
Andie: No. Actually I consider it a strength. It taught me the importance of being able to ask for help when something's too tough to handle on your own. We seem to keep coming back to this topic, don't we?
Mrs. Valentine: Is that a problem?
Andie: No. Not at all. In fact, most teenagers go through similar experiences. It's nothing to be ashamed of. It's just that I prefer to concentrate on the present and the future. It's just one part of my life. It does not define me as a person.
Mrs. Valentine: Well, although I'm sure you consider yourself recovered, perhaps someone with your background would do better in a less competitive environment.
Andie: Less competitive?
Mrs. Valentine: Perhaps a state school.
Andie: So, you want to disregard all of my accomplishments and achievements because I had a problem in the past?
Mrs. Valentine: Andie, try and understand the position you've put me in. I've been given the task of judging your ability to handle the ardent pressures of one of the most difficult collegiate environments in the country. My name is on the line.
Andie: You know what? You're right. My background does have a bearing on my ability to handle pressure. I had a problem, I recognized that, sought treatment, and recovered. And the fact that I had the courage to face my problems and get help I think only makes me better prepared to face the pressures of college than most of my peers.
[Thunder]
Mrs. Valentine: [clears throat] I wish you all the best. And now, if you'll excuse me.
[Scene: The bar at the Capeside Yacht Club. Joey, Drue and Mr. Brooks are watching the TV.]
Weatherman: Folks, this means severe beach erosion, 20 to 30-foot seas, and winds that'll certainly exceed hurricane force in certain areas.
Mr. Brooks: Did he say hurricane force?
Weatherman: With gusts over 100 miles per hour...
Joey: He said exceed hurricane force.
Mr. Brooks: Damn it! I'll never get home now.
[Dawson walks up to them carrying his books.]
Dawson: Joey, I'm outta here, if you actually want to work later, let me know.
Joey: Dawson? They're out there.
Dawson: Who's out there?
Joey: Pacey and Jen are out on the boat.
Dawson: All right, no wonder you've been so out of it. Why didn't you say something like an hour ago?
Joey: Well, it wasn't this bad an hour ago.
[Jack come into the bar from outside.]
Jack: Hey, guys, have you seen Andie? I'm supposed to pick her up here.
Andie: Hey, jack, I'm here.
Jack: Look, I came early. It's really getting ugly out there.
Andie: Not half as ugly as it got back there.
[Bruce enters the bar are from outside]
Bruce: Whew. Drue. Yeah? Where's your mother?
Mrs. Valentine: What's the matter, Bruce?
Bruce: All the boats from the club are secure at the docks except for 3, and those 3 have radioed in their position, and they'll need assistance into the harbor.
Joey: Is one of those boats the True Love?
Andie: The True Love is out there?
Bruce: There's no slip registered under that name.
Jack: Whoa, whoa, Pacey's out there?
Joey: Pacey and Jen. Look, Pacey doesn't have any registration. He always just uses whatever slip is vacant.
Bruce: Well, I haven't heard anything of the True Love on any of the radio bands.
Joey: Look, I know that it's out there. It is definitely out there.
[Window shatters]
[SCENE_BREAK]
[Scene: The deck of the True Love. Pacey is looking at the pump when Jen comes inside to join him.]
Pacey: crap! Well, the radios are definitely blown, but I think I got this bilge pump working. Aren't you supposed to be on watch?
Jen: There's nothing to watch out there but water.
Pacey: Oh, man!
Jen: Damn it, Pacey! The boat's going to capsize!
Pacey: She's not going to capsize, all right?
Jen: Really? Then why am I flat on my ass?!
Pacey: She'll come over. All right? It's what she does. There you go. Just put that on, all right?
Jen: All right.
Pacey: I'm gonna have to reef the main.
Jen: English, please?
Pacey: We're gonna have to trim up the mainsail so that we don't get knocked over again.
Jen: Isn't that just gonna slow us down?
Pacey: No, we're not going back into port. It's too dangerous. We might hit a dock or another boat.
Jen: Wait, so, what--we're just gonna hang out here and catch some rays?
Pacey: No, we'll go to this little cove I know and ride out the storm. It'll give us some protection.
Jen: What cove?
Pacey: I don't know the name of it, but I know where it is.
[They climb out and he begins taking down the sail.]
Jen: Well, how far away is it?
Pacey: Not that far. We'll ride out the storm there. It's the safest thing to do.
Jen: Pacey, what happens if this gets worse?
Pacey: It's not gonna get any worse.
Jen: Pacey!
Pacey: If it gets any worse, they'll send someone for us.
Jen: We have no radio, and we're heading for a cove that you don't know the name of. Who the hell is gonna find us there?
Pacey: Dawson! Dawson will know.
[Scene: The bar of the Capeside Yacht Club. Dawson, Joey, and Bruce are there.]
Bruce: There are 3 boats at the mouth of the port trying to make their way into the harbor.
Joey: But you just said yourself none of those boats are the True Love.
Bruce: Yeah, well, we're escorting them in one at a time. If your friends are out there, we'll get them back safe and sound.
Joey: Pacey wouldn't come into dock in this weather. There's no way he'd risk his boat.
Bruce: No sensible person would stay out there in this.
Dawson: There's a cove right off of Crescent Island. We waited out a storm there once when we were kids. That's where he is.
Bruce: Yeah, but at this point, in this weather, Crescent Island would provide very little protection.
Dawson: Well, he doesn't know that.
Bruce: How could he not know?
Joey: Well, obviously his radio is broken. That's why no one has heard from him.
Bruce: I'm sorry, but I can't send someone miles out to sea in hurricane force winds because you've got a hunch.
Andie: You have to listen to him.
Bruce: All right, let's get these boats in. And if we still haven't heard from them, I'll send someone looking for your friends.
Joey: Well, what if it's too late?
Bruce: I'm sorry. That's the best I can offer at this point.
[He leaves]
Dawson: They're there, Jo.
Joey: Well, what can we do about it?
Dawson: Go get them. Now. Do you know if there's a boat I can borrow around here?
Joey: Uh, I think Mrs. Valentine has a spare set of keys to all the boats at the club.
[Drue enters carrying some keys.]
Drue: Which is why it's always a good idea to be nice to Mrs. Valentine's little boy. Try slip 41, the Artful Dodger. Don't let the old geez see you.
[Scene: The deck of the True Love. Jen and Pacey are trying to handle the boat through the storm.]
Pacey: We rode out a storm together in this cove up here.
Jen: How the hell are we gonna get through intact?
Pacey: You grab the tiller. I'm gonna drop the mainsail.
[Jen begins to take down the main sail.]
Jen: You got it. Oh! Uh, Pacey. Here. Come on.
[Scene: The docks of the Yacht Club. Dawson and Joey are walking down them towards Mr. Brook's boat.]
Dawson: I'll radio in when I know something.
Joey: If you think you're going without me, you're high!
Dawson: Joey, you're not coming with me, and that's not negotiable!
Joey: My boyfriend's out there. Whatever your reason for doing this...
Dawson: ...Is my reason!
Joey: Dawson, you can't solo the open seas-- not in this weather.
Dawson: Joey...
Joey: Look, I can't worry about the both of you!
Dawson: Let's go. Untie the dock line.
[Scene: The Capeside Yacht Club. Mrs. Valentine is trying to figure out what to do, while Andie, Jack, Drue and Mr. Brooks are with her.]
Mrs. Valentine: Ok, get down. Everybody just get down.
Mr. Brooks: Down on a floor covered with glass? Somebody ought to clean up this mess.
Mrs. Valentine: Well, where's the waitress?
Drue: You didn't know? She and Dawson went after Pacey and Jen in Mr. Brooks' boat.
Mr. Brooks: What, they stole my boat?
Andie: No, no. I'm sure they didn't steal it. They probably just borrowed it.
Mr. Brooks: Semantics. Like the difference between jail and prison.
Andie: Ok, um, um, Jack. Look, I'm gonna go to the marina office and try and get in contact with them. Uh, you, uh, board up the windows. If you can't find any boards, then just shove some tables up against them, ok?
Jack: Yeah, you got it.
Mrs. Valentine: You can't just move the tables.
Jack: Yeah, watch me.
Andie: Yeah, do you have any other suggestions on how to keep the storm out? No, I didn't think so. Um, ok, why don't you write? 555-0154, 555-0130. That's Dawson Leery's parents, Jen Lindsay's grandmother. Call them. Reassure them. Can you do that?
Mrs. Valentine: Yes. Yes. I can do that.
Andie: Ok, um, Mr. Brooks, I need you to come with me. I'm going to need your boat's frequency if I'm going to be able to get in contact with Dawson and Joey, ok? Ok, and, uh, you. You know what? Why don't you find a broom or mop or something and sweep up the glass?
Drue: You want me to sweep? What do I look like to you, huh?
Andie: You know what you look like? A boy with nothing productive to do. Now find a broom.
[Scene: Inside the True Love. Jen and Pacey are trying to stay calm during the storm.]
Jen: Hey, Pacey, tell me something good. I really want to hear something good right now.
Pacey: Well, how 'bout if you're going to have a hole in your hull, it's good to have one up that high. Is that good?
Jen: All right. Unless, of course, the boat does that.
Pacey: The bilge pump'll take care of that.
Jen: How do you know?
Pacey: Jen, I don't know. And I don't know because I'm guessing. Just like I've been guessing about everything else this afternoon. But sooner or later, I gotta be right about something. I mean that's the law of averages, right? I have to get one right.
Jen: Stop making fun. It's not...
Pacey: All right, but, you got any better ideas?
Jen: I got one. We should be doing that, uh, that confession thing. You know, like they do in movies before the...If the plane's about to hit down or the meteor's gonna crash into North America, and all the characters confess the secrets that have been plaguing their mortal souls.
Pacey: Uh--uh, yeah. Unfortunately, those characters rarely survive those confessions.
Jen: All right, so we just step it back a notch. No confessions, just, um...Regrets.
Pacey: Well, unfortunately, I can't help you there 'cause I don't have any regrets. It's not the way that I operate.
Jen: Really? You have no regrets? There's nothing you would want to change? Nothing?
Pacey: No, there's nothing I want to change because it's life's little twists and turns and bumps and bruises that make you who you are, so why regret that?
Jen: All right, well, I have a regret... I regret that I've never been in love.
Pacey: Well, what about Henry?
Jen: Eh, that wasn't love. Couldn't have been. Yep, my big regret is that we may drown before I ever know what love is.
Pacey: Jen, you're not gonna drown.
Jen: I--I don't need the comfort. Just felt good to say. Pacey!
Pacey: You ok?
Jen: [Laughs] yeah.
Pacey: We're good. We're ok. I do have one regret.
Jen: What?
Pacey: I regret the way that things are between me and Dawson right now.
Jen: Have you ever thought about saying something? Aah!
Pacey: What difference would it make to say something? It doesn't change any of our situations.
Jen: Well, it might just feel good to say.
[Scene: The Capeside Yacht Club. Andie and Mr. Brooks are talking to Joey and Dawson over the Radio.]
Andie: Any sight of the true love, over?
Joey on radio: I can't even see in front of our boat. Over.
Andie: Where are you? Over.
Joey: I think we're-- we are not lost.
Andie: What's your location? Over.
Dawson: We're 142.49 north by 106.19 west.
Mr. Brooks: That's 12 miles north of Kalispell, Montana.
Andie: Repeat your coordinates. Over.
Dawson: We're 10
Andie: repeat your coordinates. Dawson, Joey, are you there? Come in, Dawson, Joey. Are you still there?
[Cut to Joey and Dawson on the Boat.]
Joey: Andie. Andie? Are you still there? We've lost them!
Dawson: That's all right. We're almost there.
Joey: How can you tell? I can barely even see the tip of my nose out here.
Dawson: Trust me!
Joey: There they are!
Dawson: Yeah, that's them!
Joey: I hope they're all right.
Dawson: I'll pull up alongside, and we'll lash the boats together.
Joey: Careful. We're going to hit!
[They end up running into the True Love trying to get next to it.]
[Crashing]
Jen: Jeez, I think we hit something!
Pacey: Or something hit us. You all right?
Jen: Yeah, I'm fine.
Jen: You're right! It's a boat!
Pacey: It has to be Dawson. Come on!
Joey: Pacey, Jen, are you all right?
Pacey: We are now.
Dawson: Pacey, take the line.
Pacey: Got it. You ok?
Joey: Come on.
Pacey: Jen, you're gonna have to jump.
Joey: Watch out!
Pacey: Be careful.
Jen: I can make it.
Pacey: Here, hold on. You ready?
Jen: All right.
[Just then a huge wave washes over the top of the True Love.]
Both: Aah!
Pacey: Now, you gotta time the jump. Ok. Get ready for the wave to break and then you jump over to Dawson. You got it?
Jen: Ok. I'm ready.
Joey: We're right here! Good job. Ok.
Dawson: Now you! Pacey, come on, let's go! Pacey, let's go! Pacey, are you crazy?
Pacey: I'm not leaving my boat!
Dawson: You're not gonna make it!
Pacey: I'm not leaving my boat!
Dawson: I'm not leaving you!
Joey: What are you doing?
[Dawson jumps over to the True Love]
Dawson: Aah!
Jen: Aah! Dawson!
[Girl screams]
[coughs]
Joey: Dawson!
Pacey: Dawson... Get off of my boat!
Dawson: I'm not letting you do this!
Pacey: Dawson, go!
Dawson: Pacey!
Pacey: Get off my boat! Go!
Dawson: People care more about you than you care about this damn boat!
Joey: Pacey!
[Pacey just looks at her, and then Dawson and Pacey jump over to the other boat together. Pacey just watches his boat disappear as they sail away.]
[Scene: The Capeside Yacht Club docks. Dawson is backing Mr. Brook's boat back into the dock, and there are people greeting people as they return to shore. Grams, Mitch and Gale are there waiting for them.]
Woman: Dear.
Woman: Oh, my god, thank god.
Gale: Are you guys ok?
Dawson: Hey.
Gale: Oh, honey, oh. What you did was reckless, dangerous, and completely foolish.
Mitch: And we've never been more proud of you in our entire lives.
Grams: Come, come, Jennifer. Thank god. Thank god.
Jen: Oh. Wrong guy, Grams. It's Dawson you should be thanking.
Mr. Brooks: I know you'll forgive me for not expressing joy and relief at the sight of the gash on my boat's hull.
Dawson: Uh, I'm very sorry about that, sir.
Mr. Brooks: Sorry? You're sorry? Well, the gash is still there, and sorry isn't gonna fix it. What else did you have in mind besides feckless regrets?
Dawson: I have some money from the summer that I was saving for college.
Grams: Which is exactly what you will keep on doing. That boat is a thing. A replaceable thing. This young man risked his life to save my granddaughter, and the fact that you can't appreciate his courage explains to me why you've lived all alone all these years in that god forsaken house, and if I find out that you let him dip into his college fund, I will personally kick your shriveled old butt.
[Scene: Inside the Capeside Yacht Club. Andie and Jack are getting ready to leave when Mrs. Valentine comes up to them.]
Mrs. Valentine: Andie? Andie... I just wanted to tell you i was very impressed with the way you handled yourself today.
Andie: Thank you.
Jack: Yeah, she did more than handle herself. She handled the whole club.
Mrs. Valentine: Indeed. She did a fine job.
Jack: Yeah, she did your job.
Andie: Ok, jack. Come on, let's go.
Mrs. Valentine: The university will be very interested in hearing my impressions of you.
Andie: I'm also pretty sure the university will be very interested in hearing what a bitch they have representing them.
Mrs. Valentine: Yeah, I
Andie: I'm terribly sorry, but please try to understand the position you've now put me in.
Mrs. Valentine: You wouldn't dare.
Andie: No, you know what? I wouldn't... Because at the end of the day, Mrs. Valentine, I am nothing like you. I don't derive any pleasure in wielding whatever little power i have over others. So, you know what? Just give me the recommendation that you see fit, because if anyone at that university knows you half as well as I've gotten to know you, it's not gonna count for much anyway. Come on, jack, let's go.
[Scene: Outside on the docks. Pacey is just looking at the sea, and Joey comes up to join him.
Joey: Pacey... Do you have any idea how pissed off I am at you right now?
Pacey: No. The best memories of my life are on that sailboat. It represents everything that's good to me in this world, so... You just gotta excuse me if I'm having a bit of a hard time letting all that go right now.
Joey: No, I won't excuse you. I don't think I've ever been so scared for someone in my whole life.
Pacey: I'm sorry that I put you through that. Just...
Joey: Can you do me a favor? You know, in the future when you're dealing with life and death matters, um... Remember that you're thinking for two.
Pacey: I can do that.
Joey: [Sighs] so, you knew he was gonna come for you, didn't you?
Pacey: What makes you say that?
Joey: 'Cause you know him just as well as he knows you. It's the nature of best friends.
Pacey: Mmm, no. Ex-best friends now.
Joey: You know... Whether you guys hang out or not, he's still a part of you, pace. How can you really be whole if you continue to pretend like he doesn't exist?
Pacey: [Sighs] yeah.
[Pacey walks her to her truck, and Camera pans to Dawson just watching them walk together, as his father comes up to join him.]
Mitch: Just doesn't seem fair, does it?
Dawson: [Sighs] what's that?
Mitch: Well, you saved the day. You still don't get the girl. But maybe, just maybe you got something more important.
Dawson: [Sighs] how do you figure that?
Mitch: Well, you had this moment. No matter where your life takes you, you can look back on it and know you did a great thing. That's something that all the girls and all the thank yous in the world can't replace.
Dawson: [Laughs] let's go home.
[Cut to Jen and Grams walking to their car. Grams is shaking while trying to go through her purse to find her keys.]
Jen: Well, way to go, grams. I always knew you had it in you, but-- really? You know what? When we get home, I have got some angry femme music that you are just gonna love. Uh... Grams?
Grams: I can't seem to find my keys anywhere. I must have left them inside
Jen: grams. Grams.
Grams: Oh, I didn't think I was ever going to see you again.
Jen: It's ok. It's ok.
Grams: No. No, it's not ok. All night, most of my thoughts were about what I was going to tell your mother.
Jen: Well, you handled this much better than my mother ever would have.
Grams: I have never lost... Myself like this before. All my talk of faith, and when i needed it most, I had none.
Jen: That's because you lent it to me. Listen, I was terrified out there tonight... But I still had hope, you know? So, I figured that I must have gotten it from somebody. Here, I got it. I got it.
Grams: Ah. Does that mean I can count on you for church on Sunday?
Jen: Not unless you want that place to fall down.
Grams: Just thought I'd give it a try.
Jen: Come here.
[Scene: Inside the Capeside Yacht Club. Jen finds Gram's keys on a table and turns to see Drue.]
Jen: What are you doing here?
Drue: What are you doing here?
Jen: I--I live here. I have--I have for the last 2 years.
Drue: So, this is where the Lindleys banished their bad seed. It's good to see you, Jen.
Jen: Forgive me if I don't say the same thing.
Drue: Jennifer Lindley. The girl who set New York on fire. I thought moving here was gonna be the most miserable mistake of my life.
Jen: I'm sorry. You live here now?
Drue: You might want to sound a little more upbeat when you say that. A guy could take offense.
Jen: Drue valentine in Capeside. God help us all.
[Scene: Dawson's back yard. Dawson is out cleaning up the yard after the storm, as Pacey comes walking up the pier to join him.]
Pacey: Dawson... Uh, look, I wanted to come by and just
Dawson: Pacey, you don't owe me anything.
Pacey: Please. You and I both know that what you did yesterday was
Dawson: was exactly what you would have done.
Pacey: Maybe, maybe not.
Dawson: Trust me, you would have done exactly the same thing.
Pacey: Well, I certainly hope so, but... I just wanted to come by and say thank you.
Dawson: You're welcome.
Pacey: No, hold on a second. That's not it. There's something else i wanted to say to you. Look, I know that things between you and I are pretty much beyond repair right now, and I wouldn't presume to be able to solve everything with a conversation because that's just not the way it works... But... I've been wanting to tell you that I'm sorry, Dawson. I'm really sorry for the way everything went down this spring, for my part in it, and for the pain that it must have caused you, and... [Sighs] I'm really sorry that I ruined our friendship because I miss it badly, and uh, however far off it may be, I do look forward to the day when you and I might be friends again. So, until then, I...
Dawson: Until then.


Scott: Damn it.
Scott: Oh, crap.
Scott: No. No, stop.
Derek: You're dead.
Scott: What - what the hell was that?
Derek: Said I was gonna teach you. I didn't say when.
Scott: You scared the crap out of me.
Derek: Not yet.
Scott: Okay, but I was fast, right?
Derek: Not fast enough.
Scott: But - but the car alarm thing, that was smart, right?
Derek: Till your phone rang.
Scott: Yeah, but that was - I mean - Would you just stop? Please? What happened the other night, Stiles' dad getting hurt, that was my fault. I should have been there to do something. I need you to teach me how to control this.
Derek: Look, I am what I am because of birth. You were bitten. Teaching someone who was bitten takes time. I don't even know if I can teach you.
Scott: What do I have to do?
Derek: You have to get rid of distractions. You see this? This is why I caught you. You want me to teach you? Get rid of her.
Scott: What, just because of her family? Wait - wait - whoa - whoa!
Derek: You getting angry? That's your first lesson. You want to learn how to control this, how to shift, you do it through anger, by tapping into a primal animal rage, and you can't do that with her around.
Scott: I can get angry.
Derek: Not angry enough. This is the only way that I can teach you. Now, can you stay away from her? At least until after the full moon?
Scott: If that's what it takes.
Derek: Do you want to live? Do you want to protect your friends? Yes or no?
Scott: Yes. If you can teach me, I can stay away from her.
Allison: Take it off.
Scott: You're okay with that?
Allison: Are you okay with it?
Scott: You're asking me if I'm okay with taking off your clothes?
Allison: Stupid question.
Scott: Like, world record stupid.
Allison: You first.
Allison: Just a second.
Kate: Allison.
Allison: Uh, coming. Coming. Okay, uh.
Kate: Hey.
Allison: Hey.
Kate: What's up?
Allison: Uh, nothing. Just doing homework, sending some emails.
Kate: Emailing the boyfriend?
Allison: No. I'm emailing peta about how my wing nut father gunned down an innocent mountain lion in the school parking lot.
Kate: And that wouldn't have anything to do with the fact that you're grounded and you can't see Scott?
Allison: I'm not gonna be one of those whining teenagers who looks at her father and says, "I hate you. I wish you were dead."
Kate: But -
Allison: But - I hate him and I wish he was dead.
Kate: See, now you're starting to sound like a normal, angry teenager. What are you working on? Can I help?
Allison: Uh, a history project, and I just want to be left alone, actually.
Kate: Come on. What kind of history project?
Allison: I have to come up with a report that has some relevance to my own family history.
Kate: Specific to your family?
Allison: Why? Do you have any ideas?
Kate: Type this in: "La Bete du Gevaudan."
Allison: The beast of Gevaudan. What is this?
Kate: It's an old French legend that, believe it or not, has something to do with your family.
Allison: "In 1766 in a province of Lozere, la Bete killed over a hundred people."
Kate: Mysterious animal attacks, just like a certain town called beacon hills.
Allison: So what was it? The animal?
Kate: Nobody knows for sure, but I can tell you one thing. It definitely wasn't a mountain lion. What's it look like to you?
Allison: It looks like - A wolf.
Scott: Derek? I - I know I said I would stay away, but you broke my phone. I had to at least tell her why I wasn't answering. Derek?
Scott: You seriously need to stop doing that.
Derek: So what happened? Did he talk to you?
Scott: Yeah. We had a nice conversation about the weather. No, he didn't talk.
Derek: Well, did you get anything off of him? An impression.
Scott: What do you mean?
Derek: Remember your other senses are heightened. Communication doesn't have to be spoken. What kind of feeling did you get from him?
Scott: Anger.
Derek: Focused on you?
Scott: No, not - not me. But it was definitely anger. I could feel it. Especially when he drew the spiral.
Derek: Wait, the what? What'd you just say?
Scott: He drew this spiral on the window of my car, in the condensation, you know? What? You have this look like you know what it means.
Derek: No, it's - it's nothing.
Scott: Wait - wait - wait - wait a second. You can't do that. You can't ask me to trust you and then just keep things to yourself.
Derek: Doesn't mean anything.
Scott: You buried your sister under a spiral. What does it mean?
Derek: You don't wanna know.
Scott: Stay away from Allison. Stay away from Allison. Stay away from Allison. Stay away from Allison. Must stay away from Allison. Just stay away from Allison. Stay away from Jackson. Just stay away from Jackson.
Lydia: Hey, Scott.
Scott: Oh, come on!
Scott: Still not talking to me? Okay, can you at least tell me if your dad's okay? It's just a bruise, right? Some soft tissue damage? Nothin' that big - You know I feel really bad about it, right? Okay. What if I told you that I'm trying to figure this whole thing out, and - That I went to Derek for help?
Stiles: If I was talking to you, I'd say that you're an idiot for trusting him. But obviously I'm not talking to you.
Stiles: What did he say?
Stiles: Wh - he wants you to tap into your animal side and get angry?
Scott: Yeah.
Stiles: All right, well, correct me if I'm wrong, but every time you do that, you try to kill someone, and that someone's usually me.
Scott: I know. That's what he means when he says he doesn't know if he can teach me. I have to be able to control it.
Stiles: Well, how's he gonna teach you to do that?
Scott: I don't know. I don't think he does either.
Stiles: Okay. When are you seeing him again?
Scott: He told me not to talk about it. Just act normal and get through the day.
Stiles: When?
Scott: He's picking me up at the animal clinic after work.
Stiles: After work. All right, well, that gives me to the end of the school day then.
Scott: To do what?
Stiles: To teach you myself.
Lydia: The what of who?
Allison: The beast of Gevaudan. Listen. "A quadruped wolf - like monster, prowling the Auvergne and south Dordogne areas of France during the year 1764 to 1767. La Bete killed over a hundred people, becoming so infamous that the King Louie the 15th sent one of his best hunters to try and kill it."
Lydia: Boring.
Allison: "Even the church eventually declared the monster a messenger of Satan."
Lydia: Still boring.
Allison: "Cryptozoologists believe it may have been a subspecies of hoofed predator, possibly a mesonychid."
Lydia: "Slipping into a coma" bored.
Allison: "While others believe it was a powerful sorcerer who could shape - shift into a man - eating monster."
Lydia: Any of this have anything to do with your family?
Allison: This. "It is believed that la Bete was finally trapped and killed by a renown hunter who claimed his wife and four children were the first to fall prey to the creature." His name was Argent.
Lydia: Your ancestors killed a big wolf. So what?
Allison: Not just a big wolf. Take a look at this picture. What does it look like to you? Lydia? Lydia.
Lydia: It looks - like a big - wolf. See you in History.
Stiles: I think the book's making it more obvious. Besides, she's reading, anyway.
Scott: So did you come up with a plan yet?
Stiles: I think so.
Scott: Does that mean you don't hate me now?
Stiles: No. But your crap has infiltrated my life, so now I have to do something about it. Plus I'm definitely a better Yoda than Derek.
Scott: Okay, yeah, you teach me.
Stiles: Yeah, I'll be your Yoda.
Scott: Yeah, you be my Yoda.
Stiles: Your Yoda I will be. I said it backwards.
Scott: Yeah, I - I know.
Stiles: All right, you know what? I definitely still hate you. Uh - huh. Oh, yeah.
Allison: Scott. Scott, wait. Hey, Scott. Sc -
Scott: This is not gonna be easy.
Stiles: Okay. Now - put this on.
Scott: Isn't this one of the heart rate monitors for the track team?
Stiles: Yeah, I borrowed it.
Scott: Stole it.
Stiles: Temporarily misappropriated. Coach uses it to monitor his heart rate with his phone while he jogs, and you're gonna wear it for the rest of the day.
Scott: Isn't that coach's phone?
Stiles: That, I stole.
Scott: Why?
Stiles: All right, well, your heart rate goes up when you go wolf, right? When you're playing lacrosse, when you're with Allison, whenever you get angry. Maybe learning to control it is tied to learning to control your heart rate.
Scott: Like the Incredible Hulk.
Stiles: Kind of like the Incredible Hulk, yeah.
Scott: No, I'm like the Incredible Hulk.
Stiles: Would you shut up and put the strap on?
Scott: This isn't exactly how I wanted to spend my free period.
Stiles: All right. You ready?
Scott: No.
Stiles: Remember, don't get angry.
Scott: I'm starting to think this was a really bad idea. Oh, man. Okay, that one - kind of hurt.
Stiles: Quiet. Remember, you're supposed to be thinking about your heart rate, all right? About staying calm.
Scott: Stay calm. Staying calm. Staying totally calm. There's no balls flying at my face -
Scott: Aah! Son of a bitch!
Stiles: You know what? I think my aim is actually improving.
Scott: Wonder why.
Stiles: Don't get angry.
Scott: I'm not getting angry.
Scott: Stop. Just - can we just hold -
Stiles: Scott? Scott, you started to change.
Scott: From anger. But it was more than that. Was like, the angrier I got, the stronger I felt.
Stiles: So it is anger, then. Derek's right.
Scott: I can't be around Allison.
Stiles: Just because she makes you happy?
Scott: No, because she makes me weak.
Stiles: Alright, you stay away from her for a few days, you can do that.
Scott: But is it a few days, or is it forever?
Stiles: You know, this whole "women make you weak" thing is a little too spartan warrior for me. It's probably just part of the learning process.
Scott: Yeah, but you've seen Derek. I mean, the guy's totally alone. What if I can, like, never be around her again?
Stiles: Well, if you're not dead, that could be a good thing.
Scott: Rather be dead.
Stiles: All right, you're not gonna end up like Derek, all right? We'll figure it out.
Scott: 'Kay.
Stiles: Come on. Let's get out of here.
Scott: Something smells terrible in here, anyway.
Stiles: Really? In a boys' locker room? That doesn't make any sense at all.
Scott: No, it's like something's rotting or dying.
[SCENE_BREAK]
Jackson: What are you reading?
Allison: Oh, hey. Just stuff for a history project. You have a free period, or -
Jackson: No, I - I just don't like sitting through Chem.
Allison: Understandable. Did - did you want something?
Jackson: Actually, um, yeah. I wanted to talk. I realize that I've been a jerk to you. And especially to Scott. And I wanted to say that I'm sorry. I'm serious.
Allison: Okay. I - I believe you're being serious, but I'm not so sure I believe you're being sincere.
Jackson: Do you know what it's like to be the best player on the team? To be the star? To have every single person at the game chanting your name? And then - some kid - Some kid just comes along, and then everyone starts looking at him instead of you. Do you know what that feels like?
Allison: No, I don't.
Jackson: Well, it feels like something's been - It feels like something's been stolen from you. And then you start to feel like you'd do - anything. Anything in the world to get it back.
Allison: Haven't you ever learned there's no "I" in "team"?
Jackson: Yeah, but there is a "me." Ha. That was a joke. Gosh. You must really, really hate me.
Allison: Not at all.
Jackson: You sure? Because - I'm not a bad guy. I mean, yeah, I make stupid mistakes. A lot, but - I'm not bad. I really like you. And - and Scott. I really - I really like you both, and I want you guys to like me. I want to get to know you guys better. So - what are you reading?
Coach: Let's go. Sit, sit, sit, sit. We got a lot to cover today. Let's go. Quicker.
Scott: Hey, Stiles, sit behind me, dude.
Allison: I haven't seen you all day.
Scott: Uh, yeah. I've been, uh, super busy.
Allison: When are you gonna get your phone fixed? I feel like I'm totally disconnected from you.
Scott: Uh, soon. Real soon.
Allison: I changed lab partners, by the way.
Scott: Oh. To who?
Allison: To you, dummy.
Scott: Me? I mean, are you sure?
Allison: Yeah. This way I have an excuse to bring you home and study. You don't mind, do you?
Scott: I just - I don't want to bring your grade down.
Allison: Well, I mean, maybe I can bring your grade up. Come to my place tonight. 8:30?
Scott: Tonight?
Allison: 8:30.
Coach: Let's settle down. Let's start with a quick summary of last night's reading. Greenberg, put your hand down. Everybody knows you did the reading. How about, uh - McCall.
Scott: What?
Coach: The reading.
Scott: Last night's reading?
Coach: How about, uh, the reading of the Gettysburg Address?
Scott: What?
Coach: That's sarcasm. You familiar with the term "sarcasm," McCall?
Scott: Very.
Coach: Did you do the reading or not?
Scott: Uh - I think I forgot.
Coach: Nice work, McCall. It's not like you're not averaging a "D" in this class. Come on, buddy. You know I can't keep you on the team if you have a "D." How about you summarize, uh, the previous night's reading? No? How about the, uh, the night before that? How about you summarize anything you've ever read - In your entire life?
Scott: I - I, uh -
Coach: No? A blog? How about, uh, how about, uh, the back of a cereal box? No? How about the adults only warning from your favorite website you visit every night? Anything? Thank you, McCall, thank you. Thank you, McCall! Thank you for extinguishing any last flicker of hope I have for your generation. You just blew it for everybody. Thanks. Next practice you can start with suicide runs. Unless that's too much reading. All right. Everybody else, settle down.
Stiles: It's her.
Scott: What do you mean?
Stiles: It's Allison. Remember what you told me about the night of the full moon? You were thinking about her, right? About protecting her.
Scott: Okay.
Stiles: Remember the night of the first lacrosse game? You said you could hear her voice out on the field.
Scott: Yeah, I did.
Stiles: Well, so that's what brought you back so you could score. And then after the game in the locker room, you didn't kill her. At least not like how you were trying to kill me. She brings you back, is what I'm saying.
Scott: No, no, no, but it's not always true, because literally every time I'm kissing her or - or touching her -
Stiles: No, that's not the same. When you're doing that, you're just another hormonal teenager thinking about s*x, you know? You're thinking about s*x right now, aren't you?
Scott: Yeah. Sorry.
Stiles: That's fine. Look, back in the classroom when she was holding your hand, that was different, okay? I don't think she makes you weak. I - I think she actually gives you control. She's kind of like an anchor.
Scott: You mean because I love her.
Stiles: Exactly.
Scott: Did I just say that?
Stiles: Yes, you just said that.
Scott: I love her.
Stiles: That's great. Now, moving on -
Scott: No, no, no, really. I think I'm totally in love with her.
Stiles: And that's beautiful. Now, before you go off and write a sonnet, can we figure this out, please? Because you obviously can't be around her all the time.
Scott: Yeah, yeah, yeah. Sorry. So what do I do?
Stiles: I don't know. Yet.
Scott: Oh, no. You're getting an idea, aren't you?
Stiles: Yeah.
Scott: Is this idea gonna get me in trouble?
Stiles: Maybe.
Scott: Is this idea gonna cause me physical pain?
Stiles: Yeah, definitely. Come on.
Scott: What are we doing?
Stiles: You'll see. Hold on. Okay. Stand right there. Do you have your keys? Perfect. Hold 'em up like so. Now, whatever happens, just think about Allison. Try to find her voice like you did at the game. Got it?
Scott: Okay.
Stiles: Just - keep holding it right there. Hey, hey, hey, dude! What do you think you're doing to that truck, bro?
Guy: What the hell?
Stiles: Ow! My God. Wow.
Stiles: Ah, come on, stay calm. Stay calm. Oh, that's not okay. Scott. Come on, buddy.
Allison: Studying with a friend. Yes, that friend. We're lab partners.
Harris: Stop! Hey, stop it right now. What do you idiots think you're doing?
Derek: I need your help. If you can hear me, I need you to give me a sign. Blink. Raise a finger. Anything. Just - Just something to point me in the right direction, okay? Someone killed Laura. Your niece. Laura? Whoever he is, he's an Alpha now. But he's one without a pack. Which means he's not as strong. I can take him. But I have to find him first. Look, if you know something, just give me a sign. Is it one of us? Someone else make it out of the fire? Just give me anything. Blink. Raise a finger. Anything. Say something!
Nurse: Let him go. You think after six years of this, yelling at him is going to get a response?
Derek: Got a better method?
Nurse: Patience. He'll respond if you give him the time.
Derek: I don't have any more time.
Scott: Excuse me, sir? Uh, I know it's detention and all, but, uh, I'm supposed to be at work, and I don't want to get fired.
Scott: You knew I would heal.
Stiles: Yep.
Scott: So you did that to help me learn?
Stiles: Yep.
Scott: But partially to punish me.
Stiles: Yeah. Well, that one's obvious.
Scott: Dude, you're my best friend, and I can't have you being angry with me.
Stiles: I'm not angry anymore. Look, you have something, Scott. Okay? Whether you want it or not, you can do things that nobody else can do. So that means you don't have a choice anymore. It means you have to do something.
Scott: I know. And I will.
Harris: All right, both of you, out of here.
Scott: Thank you.
Deaton: Scott, you're late again. I hope this isn't getting to be a habit. Can I help you?
Derek: Hope so. Want to know about the animal you found with the spiral on its side?
Deaton: Excuse me? What animal?
Derek: Three months ago. The deer. You remember this?
Deaton: Oh, yes. It's just a deer. And I didn't find it. They called me because they wanted to know if I'd ever seen anything like it.
Derek: What'd you tell 'em?
Deaton: I told them no.
Derek: Did you hear that?
Deaton: Hear what?
Derek: The sound of your heartbeat rising.
Deaton: Excuse me?
Derek: It's the sound of you lying.
Deaton: Oh, God.
Derek: Are you protecting someone?
Deaton: All right. The key to the drug locker is in my pocket.
Derek: I don't want drugs. I want to know why you're lying.
Deaton: I don't know what you're talking about. What are you doing to me? What do you want?
Derek: I want to know who you are or who you're protecting.
Scott: What are you doing?
Deaton: Scott, get out of here!
Scott: Stop! Stop!
Derek: Look, when he's conscious, he can keep himself from healing, but unconscious, he can't.
Scott: Are you out of your mind? What are you talking about?
Derek: You want to know what the spiral means, Scott? It's our sign for a vendetta, for revenge. It means he won't stop killing until he's satisfied.
Scott: You think he's the Alpha?
Derek: We're about to find out.
Scott: Hit him again, and then you'll see me get angry.
Derek: Do you have a plan?
Scott: Just give me an hour.
Derek: Then what?
Scott: Meet me at the school. In the parking lot.
Stiles: This is a terrible idea.
Scott: Yeah, I know.
Stiles: But we're still gonna do it?
Scott: Can you think of something better?
Stiles: Well, personally I'm a fan of ignoring a problem until eventually it just goes away.
Scott: Just make sure we can get inside. He's here. Where's my boss?
Derek: He's in the back.
Stiles: Oh, well, he looks comfortable.
Derek: Wait. Hey. What are you doing?
Scott: You said I was linked with the Alpha. I'm gonna see if you're right.
Stiles: Okay, one question. What are you gonna do if the Alpha doesn't show up?
Scott: I don't know.
Stiles: And what are you gonna do if he does show up?
Scott: I don't know.
Stiles: Good plan.
Scott: All right. You said that a wolf howls to signal his position to the rest of the pack, right?
Stiles: Right, but if you bring him here, does that make you part of his pack?
Scott: I hope not.
Stiles: Yeah, me too. All right. All you.
Derek: You've got to be kidding me.
Scott: Was that okay? I mean, that was a howl, right?
Stiles: I - yeah, technically.
Scott: Well, what did it sound like to you?
Stiles: Like a cat being choked to death, Scott.
Scott: What do I do? How am I supposed to do this?
Stiles: Hey, hey. Listen to me. You're calling the Alpha. All right? Be a man. Be a werewolf, not a teen wolf. Be a werewolf. Do it.
Derek: I'm gonna kill both of you. What the hell was that? What are you trying to do, attract the entire state to the school?
Scott: Sorry. I didn't know it would be that loud.
Stiles: Yeah, it was loud. And it was AWESOME.
Derek: Shut up.
Stiles: Don't be such a sour wolf.
Scott: What'd you do with him?
Derek: What? I didn't do anything.


Isaac: Um - so far it's an "A" in French and a "B" minus in Econ.
Mr. Lahey: Oh. What about chemistry?
Isaac: I'm not sure. Uh, midterms are in a few days so it could go up.
Mr. Lahey: Well, what's it at now?
Isaac: The grade?
Mr. Lahey: Uh, yeah.
Isaac: Uh, I'm not sure.
Mr. Lahey: But you just said it could go up.
Isaac: I just - uh, I meant generally.
Mr. Lahey: You wouldn't be lying to me, would you, Isaac?
Isaac: No.
Mr. Lahey: Then tell me your grade.
Isaac: I just told you, I don't know.
Mr. Lahey: You wanna take this little conversation downstairs? No? Then tell me the grade, son.
Isaac: Dad, this semester's only half over.
Mr. Lahey: Isaac?
Isaac: There's plenty of time -
Mr. Lahey: Isaac.
Isaac: It's - it's a "D".
Mr. Lahey: All right. It's a "D". I'm not angry. You know I'm gonna have to find a way to punish you though. You know, I have my responsibility as a parent. So we'll start with something simple, like, uh - Tell you what, you do the dishes and you clean up the kitchen, okay?
Isaac: Yeah.
Mr. Lahey: Good. Because I - I'd really like to see this place spotless. Know what I'm saying? You know? I mean this entire kitchen. Yeah! Yeah, absolutely - Spotless. Well, that was your fault.
Isaac: You could have blinded me.
Mr. Lahey: Shut up! It's a scratch! It's hardly even - Isaac. Isaac!
Jackson: Freaks.
Mr. Lahey: Isaac! Isaac! Isaac. Isaac? Isaac? Okay, that's enough. Let's go! That's it, grab your bike and let's go! Isaac? Holy - ! Aah! No! No! No! Aah! No! Aah! No! No! No! No!
Allison: Hey.
Scott: What are you doing?
Allison: Just trying to find you.
Scott: Did anyone see you leave?
Allison: No. No one, I was careful. What's wrong? Is it the full moon tomorrow night?
Scott: No. No, it's not that. Um, I just wanted to ask you some things. About your - um, your family. Actually, your grandfather.
Allison: Okay, but I don't really know him. I mean, he's kind of just a guy who sends a check in the mail every year for my birthday.
Scott: Does he know about me? About us?
Allison: No, my dad hasn't said a thing. What is it? Did something else happen?
Scott: We just need to be a lot more careful now.
Allison: They're not gonna split us apart.
Scott: Not us. Sure no one followed you?
Allison: Totally, absolutely, 100 million percent sure. My parents are out, anyways.
Scott: Out?
Allison: Yeah, it's date night.
Principal: Can I help you?
Chris: Well, I hope so, Principal Thomas. As a concerned parent, uh, I was wondering - how long has it been since your last performance review?
Principal: What?
Chris: We were wondering.
Victoria: Are you aware there's been an alarming drop in academic achievement and test scores over the past few semesters?
Principal: Excuse me?
Victoria: It's led the parents of Beacon Hills to the unfortunate conclusion that you may no longer be suited to the position of school principal.
Principal: You can't fire me.
Victoria: True. But we can torture you.
Isaac: Derek? Derek!
Derek: What's wrong?
Isaac: My dad. I think he's dead.
Derek: What did you do?
Isaac: That's the thing. It wasn't me.
Scott: I'm serious. It's not like the last full moon. I don't feel the same.
Stiles: Oh, does that include the urge to maim and kill people like me?
Scott: I swear I don't have the urge to maim and kill you.
Stiles: You know, you say that now but then the full moon goes up and out come the fangs and the claws and there's a lot of howling and screaming and running everywhere, okay? And it's very stressful on me and so yes, I'm still locking you up.
Scott: Okay, fine. But I do think I'm in more control now. Especially since things are good with Allison.
Stiles: Okay, I'm aware of how good things are with Allison.
Scott: They're really good.
Stiles: I - thank you, I know.
Scott: I mean, like, really good.
Stiles: All right, I get it! Just please shut the hell up before I have the urge to maim and kill myself.
Scott: All right, did you get something better than handcuffs this time?
Stiles: Yeah, much better.
Coach: Part of me wants to ask. The other part says knowing will be more disturbing than anything I could ever imagine. So - I'm gonna walk away.
Stiles: That's good. That's a wise choice, coach.
Stiles: You okay? Scott.
Scott: There's another. In here, right now.
Stiles: Another what?
Scott: Another werewolf.
Allison: You really don't remember anything?
Lydia: They called it a fugue state, which is basically a way of saying "We have no idea why you can't remember running through the woods naked for two days." But personally, I don't care. I lost nine pounds.
Allison: Are you ready for this?
Lydia: Please. It's not like my aunt's a serial killer.
Allison: Maybe it's the nine pounds.
Scott: It was kind of like a scent, but I couldn't tell who it was.
Stiles: What if you can get him one - on - one? Would that help?
Scott: Yeah.
Stiles: Okay. I think I got an idea.
Matt: You need a digital camera?
Jackson: Yeah. And something that can record in low light. All night long.
Matt: What are you recording?
Jackson: Something in low light. All night long. Do you have the camera or not?
Matt: You have a hundred bucks?
Jackson: I drive a Porsche. What do you think?
Matt: I think your parents have a hundred bucks.
Jackson: Just get me the camera.
Stiles: I told coach you're switching with Danny for the day.
Scott: But I hate playing goal.
Stiles: Remember when I said I had an idea? This is the idea.
Scott: Oh.
Stiles: There we go.
Scott: What's the idea?
Stiles: I seriously don't understand how you survive without me sometimes.
Coach: Let's go! Line it up! Faster! Make daddy proud.
Scott: Here we go.
Scott: Let me help you up.
Coach: McCall!
Scott: Yeah.
Coach: Usually the goalie stays somewhere within the vicinity of the actual goal.
Scott: Yes, coach.
Coach: Let's try it again.
Matt: What the hell, man?
Scott: My bad, dude.
Coach: McCall! The position's goal keeper. Not goal abandoner.
Scott: Sorry, coach.
Coach: Let's go!
Coach: Stilinski, what the hell is wrong with your friend?
Stiles: Uh, he's failing two classes. He's a little socially awkward and if you look close enough, his jaw line's kind of uneven.
Coach: That's interesting. Let's fire it up.
Danny: It's Armani.
Scott: Huh?
Danny: My aftershave. Armani.
Scott: Oh. It's nice.
Coach: McCall! You come out of that goal one more time and you'll be doing suicide runs till you die. It'll be the first ever suicide run that actually ends in a suicide. Got it?
Scott: Yes, coach.
Coach: Yeah.
Jackson: Uh, coach, my shoulder's hurting. I'm gonna - I'm gonna sit this one out.
Isaac: Don't tell them. Please don't tell them.
Scott: His father's dead. They think he was murdered.
Sheriff: Come on.
Stiles: Are they saying he's a suspect?
Scott: I'm not sure, why?
Stiles: Because they can lock him in a holding cell for 24 hours.
Scott: Like, overnight?
Stiles: During the full moon.
Scott: How good are these holding cells at holding people?
Stiles: People, good. Werewolves, probably not that good.
Scott: Stiles, remember when I said I don't have the urge to maim and kill?
Stiles: Yeah.
Scott: He does.
Scott: Why would Derek choose Isaac?
Stiles: Peter told me that if the bite doesn't turn you it could kill you. And maybe teenagers have a better chance of surviving.
Scott: Doesn't being a teenager mean your dad can't hold him?
Stiles: Well, not unless they have solid evidence. Or a witness. Wait. Danny. Where's Jackson?
Danny: In the principal's office talking to your dad.
Stiles: What? Why?
Danny: Maybe because he lives across the street from Isaac.
Scott: Witness.
Stiles: We gotta get to the principal's office.
Scott: How?
Harris: Everyone please turn to page 73. Who in the hell did that?
Sheriff: Listen to me, you're telling me that you knew Isaac's father was hitting him?
Jackson: Hitting him? He was kicking the crap out of him.
Sheriff: Did you ever say anything to anyone? A teacher, parents, anyone?
Jackson: Nope. It's not my problem.
Sheriff: No, no, of course not. You know, it's funny that the kids getting beaten up are always the ones who least deserve it.
Jackson: Yeah. Wait, what?
Sheriff: I think we're done here. Hi, Scott.
Scott: H - yeah.
Gerard: Boys. Come on in.
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Gerard: Scott McCall. Academically not the most accomplished, but I see you have become quite the star athlete. Mr. Stilinski. Oh, perfect grades but little to no extracurriculars. Maybe you should try lacrosse.
Stiles: Oh, actually I'm already -
Gerard: Hold on. McCall. You're the Scott that was dating my granddaughter.
Scott: We were dating but not anymore. Not dating, not seeing any of each other or doing anything with each other - At all.
Gerard: Relax, Scott, you look like you're about to crack a cyanide pill with your teeth.
Scott: Just a hard breakup.
Gerard: Oh, that's too bad. You seem like a pretty nice kid to me. Now listen, guys. Yes, I am the principal, but I really don't want you to think of me as the enemy.
Stiles: Heh, is that so?
Gerard: However, this being my first day, I do need to support my teachers. So unfortunately someone is going to have to take the fall and stay behind for detention.
Lydia: It's just - we haven't really talked since that night and well - Jackson, can you, like, look at me for half la second? They said if you hadn't found me and carried me back, I could have died. So I just - I wanted to say thank you.
Jackson: Lydia, we're not getting back together.
Lydia: What?
Jackson: And just because I kept you from bleeding out on a field once, don't expect me to come running every time you start screaming.
Lydia: I never said -
Jackson: I'm not responsible for you. Okay? But I will give you one piece of advice. If I were you, I'd stay home tonight.
Lydia: What does that mean? What's tonight?
Jackson: It's a full moon.
Derek: Get in.
Scott: Are you serious? You did that. That's your fault.
Derek: I know that. Now get in the car and help me.
Scott: No, I've got a better idea. I'm gonna call a lawyer. Because a lawyer might actually have a chance at getting him out before the moon goes up.
Derek: Not when they do a real search of the house.
Scott: What do you mean?
Derek: Whatever Jackson said to the cops, what's in the house is worse. A lot worse.
Gerard: I'm not interested in whether they locked up a 16 - year - old kid. I'm interested in what's going to happen to that 16 - year - old when the moon hits its peak tonight. Do we have proof?
Chris: Is the next step killing him?
Gerard: The next step is eliminating the threat. Do we have proof?
Chris: I haven't been in history class for a while, but I'm pretty sure straight - up genocide hasn't worked out too often.
Gerard: Do we have proof or not?
Chris: Not irrefutable. But not insignificant. The driver's side door of Lahey's car was pried off.
Gerard: Pried off?
Chris: Ripped off.
Matt: I'm starting to feel a little weird about this.
Jackson: No, no, no, no. What you're feeling is a hundred dollars richer. Give me the camera and go buy yourself another fancy lens or light meter or whatever gives your photography geeks a hard - on.
Matt: This doesn't have anything to do with Allison, does it? I saw you two at the dance the other night and I kind of figured that you two were, you know, together.
Jackson: Aw, you have a little thing for Allison, Matt? A little - a little crush?
Matt: No.
Jackson: You think I'm gonna waste my time by doing something as unbelievably ordinary as making a s*x tape?
Matt: Then what are you doing?
Jackson: Documenting history. My history. And I want to be able to see it happening. All of it. You'll get it back tomorrow.
Scott: If Isaac didn't kill his father, who did?
Derek: I don't know yet.
Scott: Then how do you know he's telling the truth?
Derek: Because I trust my senses. And it's a combination of them. Not just your sense of smell.
Scott: You saw the lacrosse thing today.
Derek: Yeah.
Scott: Did it look that bad?
Derek: Yeah.
Allison: Sorry.
Chris: Allison?
Gerard: Come in. We'd like to talk to you.
Allison: I'm supposed to study with Lydia, I really don't have time to chat.
Chris: Actually, that's who we want to talk to you about, sweetheart.
Derek: You wanna learn? Let's start now.
Scott: What's down there?
Derek: Motive.
Scott: And what am I looking for?
Derek: Follow your senses.
Scott: What happened down here?
Derek: The kind of thing that leaves an impression. Open it.
Stiles: Hey, sorry, Harris literally just let me out of detention. Literally. And he had my phone the whole frickin' time.
Allison: Well, we need to do something right now. They were asking me all these questions about Lydia and how she was bitten by Peter, and then they sent this guy out.
Stiles: Wait, what guy?
Allison: He was dressed as a Sheriff's deputy.
Stiles: They're sending him to the station for Isaac.
Allison: He was also carrying this box with something on it, like, um, like a carving or something.
Stiles: What was it?
Allison: Hold on, hold on. It's in one of these books. I'm taking a picture. Did you get it?
Stiles: Yeah, wolfsbane.
Allison: What does that mean?
Stiles: It means they're gonna kill him.
Scott: This is why he said yes to you.
Derek: Everyone wants power.
Scott: If we help you, then you have to stop. You can't just go around turning people into werewolves.
Derek: I can if they're willing.
Scott: Did you tell Isaac about the Argents? About being hunted?
Derek: Yes, and he still asked.
Scott: Then he's an idiot.
Derek: And you're the idiot dating Argent's daughter. Yeah. I know your little secret. And if I know, how long do you think it's gonna take for them to find out? You saw what happens to an omega. With me, you learn how to use all of your senses. With me, you learn control. Even on a full moon.
Scott: If I'm with you, I lose her.
Derek: You're gonna lose her anyway. You know that.
Scott: Wait. I'm not part of your pack. But I want him out. He's my responsibility too.
Derek: Why? Because he's one of us?
Scott: Because he's innocent.
Stiles: Hey, did you slow him down?
Allison: You could say that.
Stiles: All right, well, uh, I'm headed to the station right now.
Allison: Where's Scott?
Stiles: Isaac's.
Allison: Does he have a plan?
Stiles: Yeah, but not a very good one. And unfortunately we don't really have time to come up with anything better.
Allison: Scott? Are you sure we have to do this?
Scott: Yes.
Allison: Where?
Scott: Please. I don't want to hurt you.
Stiles: Okay, now the keys to every cell are in a password protected lockbox in my father's office. The problem is getting past the front desk.
Derek: I'll distract her.
Stiles: Whoa, whoa, whoa - you? You're not going in there. I'm taking my hand off.
Derek: I was exonerated.
Stiles: You're still a person of interest.
Derek: An innocent person.
Stiles: An - you? Yeah, right! Okay, fine. What's your plan?
Derek: To distract her.
Stiles: Uh - huh. How? By punching her in the face? Unh.
Derek: Heh, by talking to her.
Stiles: Okay, all right. Give me a sample. What are you gonna open with? Dead silence. That should work beautifully. Any other ideas?
Derek: I'm thinking about punching you in the face.
Deputy: Good evening, how can I help - you?
Derek: Hi.
Deputy: Hi.
Derek: Um, I had a question. Um, sorry I'm a little - a little thrown. I wasn't really expecting someone -
Deputy: Like me?
Derek: Oh, I was gonna say "so incredibly beautiful" but, yeah, I guess that'd be the same thing.
Allison: It's done. It's locked.
Scott: Go.
Allison: Scott, I can't -
Scott: Just go!
Stiles: Oh, no.
Stiles: Oh. Uh, just looking, um - Oh, sh -
Scott: Allison. Allison! Allison!
Stiles: How did you do that?
Derek: I'm the Alpha.
Allison: Come on. Come on!
Allison: What the hell was that?
Scott: I don't know.
Stiles: Uh, he did it.
Mrs. Whittemore: Jackson, what is it? What happened?
Jackson: Nothing happened. Nothing at all.