Dawson's Creek
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Emotions in Motion
Pilot episode of Dawson's Creek


Written by: Kevin Williamson
Directed by: Steve Miner
Transcribed by: Greeneye90@aol.com

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the characters in this story, nor do I own any rights to the television show Dawson's Creek. They were created by Kevin Williamson and belong to him, Ultimate TV, Columbia Tri-Star, and the WB Television network.

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~~~~~~~~~Part Four~~~~~~~~~~

Dawson and Jen walking through Jen's yard.

Dawson: I'll walk you to your door.

Jen: Not with Grams waiting to pounce.

Dawson: Oh, that's right.

Jen: yeah.

They reach the fence.

Dawson: So...

Jen: So...

Dawson: It was a really repulsive evening.

Jen laughs. Dawson moves in to kiss her. Jen pauses, then pulls back.

Jen: Uh, you know what? This is all my fault. I mean, I know I don't posses much power in the universe but I feel completely responsible for tonight Dawson.

Dawson: (interrupting) No, uh... I pulled the pin, I tossed the grenade. I got a big old L right (makes a loser sign on his forehead)...

Jen: No, your not a loser Dawson. Your very sweet. Smart, you got a great sense of humor. Your cool with out being really obnoxious about it. Your very, very talented. (pause) You got clear skin, big plus.

They laugh.

Dawson: (smiling) Thank you.

Jen: No. Thank you Dawson. Things weren't so great for me in New York and their kinda scary right now so...thank you.

Grams shows up at the door.

Jen: Oh, um...I should go. But thanks for everything Dawson.

Dawson: but...

Jen walks up her steps and turns around.

Jen: I'm just going to pretend we kissed okay?

Dawson laughs and watches her go up to the house. He stares after her, with a smile, thinking.

Cut to Pacey walking along the boardwalk with a swollen eye. He spots Tamara, and stops, shaking his head.

Pacey: (to himself) What are the chances?

He walks up to her.

Tamara: (noticing him) Pacey, are you okay?

Pacey: I'll live.

Tamara: Wait, talk to me a second.

She tries to touch his face, but he pushes her away.

Pacey: About what, The Graduate or The Summer of '42, which would you rather discuss?

Tamara: I'd like to clear up this misunderstanding.

Pacey: I understand you perfectly well *Ms.* Jacobs.

Tamara: I'm so sorry.

Pacey: Well you should be because you're a liar. How can you say you were just renting a movie?

Tamara: Because it's the truth.

Pacey: It's a crock. The truth is you're a well put together, knock out of a woman who's feeling a little insecure about hitting forty. So when a young, virile boy, such as myself flirts with you, you enjoy it. You entice it. You fantasize about what it would be like to be with that young boy on the verge of manhood. Cause it helps you stay feeling attractive. Makes the aging process a little more bearable. Well, let me tell you something. You blew it lady, because I'm the best sex you'll never have.

She stares at him, almost in awe.

Tamara: You're wrong about one thing Pacey. You're not a boy.

She wraps her arms around him and they kiss passionately. The kiss goes on, until she finally pulls away, shocked at what had happened.

Tamara: I'm sorry. Oh God.

She runs away as Pacey looks on.

Pacey: (amused) I'll see you in school, Ms. Jacobs.

Cut to Dawson's house. Dawson enters his room and switches the TV on. He grabs some stuff off his bed and opens the closet door to be startled by Joey, who sits there.

Dawson: Oh, what are you doing in there?

Joey: (softly) Hanging with the clothes.

She gets up and flops on the bed, a stuffed ET doll in hand.

Dawson: What happened tonight Joey?

Joey: I wigged out.

Dawson: What is going on between us?

Joey: I have no idea.

Dawson: I know I have this incredibly perfect life and I completely under- appreciate it.

Joey: (looking up) Yeah, you do.

Dawson: I'm sorry I was such an insensitive male. I thought I was above it. (pause) I don't wanna lose you Joey. What we have is the *only* thing that makes sense to me.

He sits in chair.

Dawson: When I saw you in the movie theater with that lipstick on, I remember thinking how pretty you looked. (Joey looks at him) I mean, I ignored it. But I thought it.

Joey: (smiling disbelievingly) Yeah?

Dawson: But that was it Jo. (her smile fades) It didn't go any further than that.

Joey: (sitting up) When I saw you going for Jen's hand...It's not like I wanted to be the one holding your hand. (Dawson nods) I just didn't want her holding it.

Dawson: So where does that leave us?

Joey just sighs.

Dawson: (exasperated) It's all so complicated!

Joey: Were growing up Dawson, that's all. I mean even Spielberg outgrew his Peter Pan syndrome. (she stands up)

Dawson: (notices her leaving) Where are you going?

Joey: I can't sleep over anymore. And we can't talk to each other like we used to, there's just some things we *can't* say.

Dawson: No that's just not true, Joey I can you tell you anything.

Joey: Yeah? How often do you walk your dog, huh?

Dawson: What?!

Joey: You know what I mean. What time of day, how many times a week?

Dawson looks away, uncomfortable. Joey watches as his embarrassment grows. Her face falls.

Dawson: (softly) Goodnight.

Joey pauses then turns for the window. She looks back once.

Joey: See ya Dawson.

Dawson: (almost to himself) See ya Joey.

She leaves. Dawson, angry at himself, gets up and sighs in frustration. Joey hurries down the ladder. Dawson runs his hands through his hair, distraught. Cut to Joey walking fast, arms crossed, tears beginning to flow. Dawson bangs his head against his closet. Cut to Joey running, the tears flowing faster, to the dock. Dawson sits in his chair, looking at his picture of Steven Spielberg, thinking. Joey unties the boat as quickly as she can. The camera closes in on her face.

Dawson: (off camera) Joey!

She looks up, her face streaked with tears.

Dawson: (at window) Usually in the morning with Katie Couric.

Cut to Joey's confused face. She stares at him, mystified. Suddenly she realizes and breaks out in a grin. Laughing she pulls the boat away. Cut back and forth between the two, smiling and laughing. Joey rows away, happy. A car door slams. She looks and sees Mrs. Leery leaning into her co-anchor Bob's car and kissing him. Joey stares in shock. She glances up at Dawson's window to see if he noticed. The window's empty. The camera fades on Joey's stunned expression.

THE END
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