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If you're real nice,

I might put that bag up there for you.

What's goin' on in here?

Who is this guy, Pinky?

To collect the necessary...

Ah!

Trouble is, you could only marry one of us.

Oh well if I didn't know

how you really felt about Dell,

I'd think you were jealous.

Bad timing? You're on your way out.

Uh, no. It's cosmic timing.

I was on my way to see you.

- Really? - Yeah. Yeah.

I was, uh, I was hoping that

we could stand awkwardly

in the doorway, which, uh, huh,

is workin' out perfectly for me.

It's not awkward, Pacey.

How about I come in?

Great idea.

Uh, can I get you anything?

You want somethin' to drink?

Uh, no, I'm ok.

You, uh, you hungry?

You know what'd be nice?

Pizza? That's funny.

I was actually thinkin' pizza myself.

It would be nice if we could

stop being so polite.

Oh, you know, actually, I'm

really glad that you said that,

because I've been meaning to

emotionally abuse you for weeks.

I just wanted to make sure you're up for it...

Pacey.

Ok, I'll stop.

Do you regret it?

Which part?

Do you regret telling me what you told me?

I guess it really...

Depends on whether or not

you regretted hearing it.

It's hard to regret hearing something

that's already been in the back of your mind.

But...

I think I regret reality

as just a general concept.

Really?

Do you remember reading those Choose

Your Own Adventure books as a kid?

Well...

You and I both know that I was pretty much

a functional illiterate until the ninth grade.

Right. Ok. Well...

I did, but I cheated on them.

Whenever a chapter wasn't

going the way I wanted,

I wouldn't even finish. I would

just go back to the beginning

until I got a happy ending.

Yeah. Everybody does that.

Yeah, but it's not exactly the most

realistic way to live your life.

But wait, what makes you think

that one false move is gonna

ruin our entire story?

- History. - Yes. That was then.

Joey, I'm serious. We're older now.

I mean, it's not like I'm

just gonna run out the door

if I don't like your choice.

Ok. Well, so...

What are you afraid of?

It's that, the whole...

Possibility thing is really just a mean trick.

I don't like this chapter. It's too negative.

Well, I guess maybe I'm just tryin' to play out

all the worst case scenarios,

because I want to be sure

that you and I have grown enough to be together

without always having to replay our history.

'Cause I'd really like to look into our future.

You want a clean slate.

Well, yes and no.

I just don't want my prior

offenses being held against me.

Well, I mean, we agree you and I have, you know,

said things and, and done things that...

We regret, but...

We've changed, haven't we?

Yeah.

Yeah.

So I'm gonna go think about some things.

And...

You're gonna think about things.

And you should probably go now

before I lose my ability to

think clearly about things.

Well, ok.

But...

Pace, I don't know, I mean,

don't you think that...

This is a little too delicate

to handle without a plan?

A plan. Well...

Uh, you know, I...

I appreciate the fact that

you're a slave to structure,

but I'm just not sure how to

schedule life-changing decisions.

Well what I meant...

- Is that...

You know... I could call you,

or you could call me and see how...

Right.

Like you've ever needed an excuse.

No.

Of course.

- - What about that pizza thing?

Well, that would be an entirely different story.

Come on, Potter.

Surely you know how difficult it is

to secure a date with a member

of the sociology department.

I mean, those women are slick and fancy

and look at me like I'm the latest case study

in the failure of modern man.

I thought you'd given up on

women since the last disaster.

Oh, I had, especially after

spending some time with Harley

and realizing just how evil the

fairer sex is from conception,

but come on, let's face it,

if I don't do this now,

I'm gonna die alone in that old house.

So, what do you say? At like,

3:30, you girls can study,

and I can try to find a button-down shirt

from this decade.

Fine. Ok?

But I don't feel good about

this whole dating thing.

I think it's time you look inward.

You're so wise since distance left you single.

Hey, I'm not feeling right about

unleashing Harley on you yet, either.

I mean, she's been extra loopy these days.

I think she's into the drugs.

It's called hormones. I wouldn't worry about it.

I'm, I'm very worried about her.

She, she's got pictures

of boys on the ceiling above her bed.

I mean, why there, Potter?

What purpose do you suppose

those pictures would serve

in that particular location?

Professor Hetson, Harley is completely normal.

One might even worry she's a cliché.

I don't like the sound of a normal girl.

I corrupted a lot of those,

and they will do anything to not be normal.

I want her to be more like you.

You know, anxious, bookish,

prone to having boyfriends

who live far, far away.

Thank you.

So, no boys at the house or calling the house

or slowing down while they're

walking by the house.

You better watch it, you know.

Sexual deviation might not

even be on Harley's mind,

but if you keep being this strict with her,

she's going to realize there's

something fun and naughty

she's apparently missing out on.

Yeah, I've just accepted that I am powerless

against the high school alpha male.

I can't fight them myself,

so I'm gonna build a moat around the house.

What about you?

You had a boyfriend in high school, right?

What was he like?

People change.

3:30, Potter.

Hey, and leave your open mind at home.

I don't want you sullying

Harley with all that free will

and bringing out the best

in people and all that.

Dawson Leery, this is your life.

That's what I was just thinking.

How are you doing, Mr. Gold?

The surreal nature of things aside, just fine.

Thanks for coming in today, Dawson.

The class is pretty excited.

You've given them hope for escape.

Ah, so they haven't stopped

to wonder why I've come back.

I think they assume they're just

a pit stop between projects.

That would be nice.

Slow going?

Eh. Well, let's just say

I was trying to figure out

a way to tell these kids

how to make a success of themselves so

I decided to watch all my old movies.

I wonder why I didn't go to law school.

Sounds to me like you're

ready to take over my class.

Let's go, Dawson.

No, Marty, thank you, believe me.

Ok. I'll talk to you soon.

I'm just gonna put you through to the secretary.

Right. Bye.

Mr. Witter?

Yeah, Liz, what you got for me?

There's a call for you

on line one. I think it's...

Ok, thank you.

Hello. Pacey Witter. What can I do...

Hey, how you doing?

Ok, uh, what hospital are you guys at?

Ok. I'll be there soon Mom. Bye.

Dr. Kelly to O.R. One.

Doug, Doug, hey. Where is he?

They just took him down for some tests,

but he's up, Pace. He's walking at least.

Ok.

I sent everyone else home.

Mom was exhausted, and I don't blame her.

Is this his room here?

Yeah. Yeah. They're gonna be right back.

Uh, Dougie, what's with the old guy?

Is that the waiting room for the morgue or what?

Pacey, just have a seat, will you?

Why didn't you guys get him a private room?

Look, we tried, ok? They were full.

There wasn't exactly time to argue over this.

Well, there's time now, isn't there?

What kind of tests is he having anyhow?

Just routine tests, Pacey.

Was it a heart attack?

No, not exactly.

It's what they call an exaggerated arrhythmia.

I don't understand much about

the whole medical science...

Well, who can I find around here who does know

what the hell they're talking about?

You know what, Pacey?

I'd love to sit and walk you

through this whole thing.

In fact, that's kind of what I intended,

but you don't get to blow in here

and accuse me of not knowing

what I'm talking about

since I've been here all day.

Hey, Doug, I'd have been here sooner

if you would've called me sooner.

Well I'm sorry, but we were kind of busy.

I was trying to keep our mother and sisters

from having a nervous breakdown

while we watched our father

being rushed off in an ambulance.

So I'm sorry if things aren't up to snuff here

for the Wall Street wannabe,

but some of us were concentrating

on more important things,

like the fact Dad survived.

So...

Any questions?

Todd Carr's the guy who really

directed the film, right?

Yeah. Yeah. He directed everything.

Except for, except for the ending, actually,

which is pretty drastically different...

Todd Carr is a director known for directing

gratuitous, fleshy, music videos

and the occasional blood-fest,

but you're more of a sentimental realist, right?

Is that the word on the street?

I took the opportunity of showing the

kids some copies of your early work.

You know, for a little compare and contrast.

Uh-huh.

So, when faced with a different style,

patching together someone else's work,

isn't it a struggle not to

put too much of yourself in?

Fortunately, I'd gotten to know Todd so well,

we worked on it for so long,

we kind of ended up having a shared vision.

Do you think that's a good thing,

given that the film went straight to cable?

And you didn't go to film school, right?

No, I didn't.

Uh, Woody Allen dropped out of NYU,

so, I mean, it's all just how you want to learn.

- Hey. - Hi.

Do you have a minute, or 18?

Uh, yeah.

Sure. I'm sorry. What's your name?

George.

I'd really like to show you my film.

I hope you don't mind.

Mr. Gold said it might be a good idea.

Personal stuff.

I'd love to.

Tell you what. Give me ten minutes,

and then we'll, uh, we'll watch it in here,

if that's alright with Mr. Gold.

Cool.

Hey, thanks, Mr. Leery.

Please tell me he didn't just call me "Mister."

My name is Ben, by the way.

He's quite a kid, George.

He thinks he knows a lot.

He must be a handful in the classroom.

Dawson, waiting six years for you to

experience all this was well worth it.

Thanks again.

Oh, please don't.

I can hear myself thinking when

it's this quiet. It scares me.

Well, I'd be scared too, if I was

supposed to be writing a paper

your father wanted to read when he got home.

In fact, the same thing has

scared me many-a-time.

What page are you on?

It's all up here.

Right.

Harley, you gotta work with me here.

I mean, your Dad's not gonna get any

easier on you if you keep aggravating him.

Why do you care so much?

Well...

When he loses control over you,

he feels the need to wield his

power over everyone else.

So...

You're a smart girl. I want to

see an intro in a half an hour.

How do you know I'm smart?

Because you're already bored with life.

Which is only gonna get worse

if you spend your teen years locked up in here.

So get to it.

Subtle, Patrick. Real subtle.

I'm sorry. I got a little over-excited

in there with all your girly things.

I have like, a ski parka in there, freak.

It still smells like girl.

You do however have to...

This is Patrick.

He's my... Study partner.

And as you can see, you can do this.

I'll put it in my machine and...

Eighteen minutes a pound

for a pork loin roast...

- or for a leg of lamb... Coffee.

Or for a roast beef.

Ok. Here's our pork loin roast.

On the top here... Look at this.

Here we have our potatoes and our beans.

Now, it only uses 1,200 watts...

They moved him.

Yeah. Went ahead and got him that private room.

Hmm, good for you.

How'd you swing that, slip him a 20?

Well, that's one way to solve it, I guess.

Doug, I'm sorry.

I got myself all worked up on the drive up here

thinking about the possibilities and...

I appreciate the fact that

you've been here all day.

I am sorry, man. I was just a little on edge.

You should try having breakfast with Dad

and see him grab his chest and fall over.

I mean, have you ever seen him

off-guard one single day in your life?

No.

No. Not even close.

Which is probably what's so

scary about this whole thing.

I mean...

I spent so long pushing the old

man's buttons in high school,

I forgot there were real

feelings left under there.

Ok, Patrick, if that's even your

real name, let's see what you got.

Surely, you can help Harley out of

her little American Literature rut

since you're her faithful study pal and all.

Um, I'm actually not technically in that class.

No, I'm shocked.

Look, Joey, I get it. Boy in room. Bad.

But it's not like we were in

our skivvies or anything, ok?

Yeah, I mean, girl like you must've

broken the rules once or twice.

Know what I mean?

No, actually I don't know what you mean.

Look, Josephine, um, I didn't

mean to cause any trouble.

And I don't want to get in the middle

of whatever bond you and Harley got going here.

I'm sure the three of us can work together.

Not in the way you're thinking, I'm afraid.

Harley... I've clearly caused some stress here.

And I respect the responsibility

this woman's taken in your life.

How old exactly do you think I am?

Well, it's not old so much as wise, really.

You seem to be a timeless sort.

Pained by the world, but more

beautiful because of it.

That's very deep.

Unfortunately for you, I know

your kind, and you're harmless.

So, you are staying down here

for the rest of the night

and studying for real.

Hey, this is Joey.

Sorry I missed you, please leave a message.

Hey, Pace, he's awake. We can go in now.

Uh, you gotta lay off the red meat, Mr. Witter.

Hey, boys.

Ah, this must be

your other son, Mr. Witter.

Yeah, this is Pacey, Doc. He's

the one I was telling you about.

Oh.

Yeah, that's me, the black sheep.

Pleased to meet you, Doc.

Actually, your father was just going on

and on about how proud he is of you.

Yeah, who'd have thunk it, huh?

He turned out all right.

Gonna be taking care of all

of us one of these days.

Yeah.

Anyway, how you feeling? You doing ok?

Thanks for coming, Pace. It means a lot to me.

I know how busy you are.

I don't mean to break things up, but

you're still pretty weak, Mr. Witter.

One kid at a time, ok?

Well, I can just wait outside

until you guys are ready.

No, Pace. I want you to stay.

Come on, sit down.

Ok. Well that's ok. You know,

I've been here all day, right?

So, uh...

Thanks, Dougie.

Alright.

Uh, did you drive down?

Yeah, yeah, I came down as quick as I could.

Yeah, uh, not much traffic?

No. Who's coming to Capeside?

Yeah, well, you were.

Thanks. I appreciate it.

Thanks. Thanks a lot.

For what?

Your silence speaks volumes.

No offense, George, but you

don't know me well enough

to know what my silence means.

With Mr. Gold, it means he's trying to formulate

the best possible way in which to eviscerate me.

What did he say?

Why won't you talk to me about my film?

Alright, look.

I'm, I'm new at this, George.

I mean...

Do you have any idea how bizarre it is

to come back to your old High School

and try and say something profound

about life on the outside?

No offense, and other obligatories, but

I'm as ill-suited to psychoanalyze your

crippling self-doubt as you apparently

feel you are to critique my film.

And my Mother serves dinner at 6:00, so...

I'm stalling, George, because I

don't know what to say, alright?

I don't know what to tell you.

I mean, keep going.

You know, your film's good. It's very good.

Yeah, you got stuff to learn.

I mean, you know...

You could probably trust yourself

when you go in for shots.

You need to work on continuity,

but other than that, I mean...

The important stuff, the stuff you can't teach,

is, it's there.

So I'm a natural genius.

There's nothing left for me

in these antiquated halls?

You are so much like me when I was your age.

Yeah. Mr. Gold said that, too.

Did he?

Well...

Remember this feeling.

George, remember what it was like

to make a film about something that you loved.

To have the confidence to do it your way,

to control your vision, keep it your own.

I mean, that's...

I miss that.

Yeah. You do sort of have the

stink of a burnout talent on you.

It's scary.

Yeah, I'm a poster child. Get out

of here before I rub off on you.

I thought it was good...

Creek Days.

Syrupy sweet with lame music and all that,

but not too many people have heart anymore.

You can't lose that, right?

Hope not.

Alright.

Stay in school, keep your

nose clean, don't do sports.

Anyway, I blame your Mother, Pacey.

She got herself this new cookbook,

Bacon Makes The world Go 'Round

Well, I guess that's not the worst

concept I've ever heard of.

It is when the bacon is going

on top of the apple crisp.

I think she's trying to kill me.

Which is really funny

'cause you're the only one in

the family who's got any money.

You know, this stuff is serious.

I mean, if you got heart problems, Pop,

you really gotta take care of that.

Calm down.

This is nothing. Just a little

exaggerated arrhythmia.

Hell, you probably got the same thing.

I don't know what your brother's

getting all worked up about.

Well, I think you gave him a bit of a scare.

He said you went down pretty hard.

Ah, he's just looking for some drama.

He needs to get out more.

He needs to get a life like you.

Listen, it can't be good for you being

away from the office this much.

Well, I'm pretty sure they'll

understand, given the circumstances.

What about your clients?

You're my father.

You really would do anything

for me, wouldn't you?

Even after everything, you're still...

You grew up to be one of the good guys, Pacey.

I always knew you would.

I should've told you that more often.

Well, maybe I just didn't always hear you.

Yeah.

Joey, I noticed you're reading Don DeLillo.

White Noise is one of my favorite books.

Really? And when in your 15 years of

life did you manage to read this?

I'm 16, actually.

I look younger than I am.

I just got my license. You want to see?

Will you please shut up? I'm trying to write.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Joey and I can go in the other room if you want.

No, we can't...

Patrick, why don't you just leave?

What's your problem?

Oh, you really have to ask?

I asked you over here to study.

- You and I both know... - Ok, fine. Whatever.

I asked you over here to be with me,

not salivate over my babysitter.

I mean, do you have any idea how gross that is?

Can't believe you still need a babysitter.

When your parents go out of town,

don't they make you stay with the Johnsons?

Yeah, that's just for safety purposes.

Yeah, so you don't accidentally

choke on your own spittle.

Ok. That's enough from the both of you.

Can we just forget about it and move on?

Oh, easy for you to say, Helen.

Excuse me?

You know, the face that launched

a thousand ships and all that.

Get people all riled up and then

go knit somewhere in solitude.

Ok. I think you're mixing up your epics.

The point is, my boyfriend is

blatantly flirting with you.

Would you really call it that?

Since when am I your boyfriend?

Ugh! I hate you so much right now.

I hate you with the burning

passion of a thousand STDs.

We haven't had the talk.

No, how could we?

Whenever I try to be serious with you,

you, like, turn into some freak of nature

and you do stuff like this.

Like what?

Like staring at Joey all night.

Like selling me out in homeroom

when we were both late.

Like not agreeing to go to the dance

with me until Lauren Riley said no.

Ok. The homeroom thing

was because I was trying

to save your reputation.

And the Lauren thing was purely defensive.

And... I got scared.

I don't know. I was just...

Keeping my options open.

Options. Yeah, well, take me

off your list of options.

That should make things so much

easier for your tortured, assy soul.

I probably shouldn't have said

that thing about the options.

To begin with.

Hey, there you are. Dougie,

Dad's ready to see you now.

Yeah, that's ok.

Uh, actually, the nurse said they're

gonna be shutting down visiting hours

in about 20 minutes, so we got to get a move on.

Did he ask for me?

What, like did he send for you?

Doug, we're talking about our Father

here, not the king of England.

He knows we're both here to see him.

I love the amount of knowledge

you've acquired on Dad

in the hour that you've been here.

You're starting to throw

around paternal references

like they're going out of style.

Well, you've always been more up on

high fashion than I have been...

Just don't even start, Pacey, for once.

I mean, I know you're all on your game

since dear old Dad's given you the nod...

Ok, look. Hold on. What is it that you

actually want to talk to me about?

Because, from my way of seeing things,

you and I are just two brothers

trying to take care of our family.

No, Pacey. I'm the one

taking care of the family.

I'm the one who's been taking

care of the family for years.

Oh, now, Doug, don't you

dare get righteous on me.

You cannot lord your resentment over

me because that was your choice.

Yeah, I do happen to make choices.

I know that's a foreign concept to

somebody who plays musical careers.

How did we get here? Am I stepping

on your turf or something?

Are you the only member of the family

who's allowed to be caring and compassionate?

What did you expect me to do, Doug?

Just chomp on my cigar on

the other end of the phone

and cut a check for the man's funeral?

I'm a member of this family.

Yeah, conveniently.

I mean, that's the way it is

with you lately, isn't it?

You know, you just swoop

in with your fancy gifts.

You just pull the wool over the

whole Witter family's' eyes.

And then you're out.

And everybody forgets.

Forgets what?

That I'm the family failure? Am I

just never supposed to grow up?

Am I not allowed to want things?

Oh, no, we all want things, Pacey.

Believe me, we all want things.

Nobody would deny you that.

Then what?

I'm just not supposed to get them.

So, ultimately, this is not about our Father.

Which is kind of pathetic, Doug,

considering the condition that

that man is in right now.

This is about you wanting

to see my face everyday

and know that you're still the

good son, that you're top dog.

Well, that's just sad.

Dougie, I miss the daily

beatings as much as you do,

but I had to leave sometime.

Pacey, don't make this a celebration

of your retreat from Capeside.

I'm not! Man, listen to yourself speak.

I came here to see you, to see him.

And you know what? He knows

it, and he appreciates it.

Perhaps he's even happy to know

that the son he ignored for

the better part of his life

is not gonna hold a grudge against

him until the day he dies.

In a strange way, this might

even be a good thing.

Yeah, you know what? It is a good thing, Pacey.

It's all yours, little brother.

You know what? It's all yours.

Enjoy it while it lasts.

Harley, come on. You're

blowing this way out of proportion.

Yeah, come on, Harley.

This probably isn't the last

time I'll incur your wrath.

And I mean that in the best way possible.

Have you ever had a girlfriend?

Was that bad? She likes it when we fight.

Maybe that's because that's the only form

of communication you seem capable of.

I'm capable of other forms...

I think.

Look, Joey, Harley's way smarter than I am.

I tried the so-called normal thing

with her once, and it wasn't pretty.

I was complimenting her, and I felt all sweaty.

I was a freakin' mess.

You know, despite what you've

been trained to think,

the sweaty palms and such is

actually pretty endearing.

Harley!

Yeah, it's endearing for five seconds.

And then she'll look at Peter Garran

and be smitten with his unavailability

and his freakish height, and I'll be history.

If I keep up with the witty abuse,

at least I'll be the funny one.

That's true. Oh, my God. It is true.

You guys are all the same.

Joey, you've got, you've got some anger.

You've been hurt.

Maybe you've lost someone.

In case you haven't noticed, so have you.

Harley!

I never could've held onto

a firecracker like her.

Maybe I need someone who's

more settled in her ways.

An older woman, if you know what I mean.

You and me?

It's not gonna happen.

And, look, Harley is this great,

sassy girl who, if she's smart,

will never speak to you again.

You slay me, Joey.

The only thing I want to do to

you is give you some advice.

Walk away right now.

Don't ever mention me again.

Go home and strum your guitar,

or whatever it is you do,

and then dream up some fantastic

gesture to get this girl back.

And never think that there is one day

when you have to stop doing

that sort of a thing,

because that's the worst thing a guy

can do is to give up the chase.

And Patrick, Patrick!

Patrick...

Be realistic. If I wasn't such a nice girl,

I would've laughed in your face and

called you "Junior" the second I met you.

Then why didn't you?

Because you remind me of somebody I know.

Now get out of here before I remember

everything that pissed me off about him

when I was your age.

We might never speak again...

I know. I'm crying on the inside.

Good-bye, Junior.

Harley.

Come on, it's just me.

Please?

Hey.

I just wanted to stop by before they

close up shop, see how you feel.

I feel like I could use a scotch.

Other than that, I'm fine.

Well, I was thinking maybe I

could stop by in the morning.

Before I head back to Boston, if that's alright?

Yeah.

And, uh, Dougie, maybe I'll see

you back at the house, huh?

Yeah, maybe.

Good night, guys.

Uh, Pacey...

Thanks for getting me this private room.

No, that wasn't me. Doug took care of the room.

Good seeing you, Pop. Feel better.

Harley!

Hope I didn't put a damper on your evening.

Sounds like you two were

having a swell old time.

You and I are mildly acquainted, correct?

Yeah, whatever.

I wouldn't go after your guy.

It's just not kosher.

Ok, look. I know you wouldn't go for Patrick.

You're a girl's girl and all that.

And he wouldn't go after me.

He was just doing what they do,

which is testing the limits.

I get that, Joey.

I know that half the time

Patrick's just testing me.

What I don't get is why would he test something

that's already on shaky ground to begin with?

I mean, he started messing with my psyche

before we even figured out

if we were together or not.

Was it this hard for you in high school?

Of course.

I mean, but everything's 20/20 in hindsight.

You know, now all of the problems

that Pacey and I had seem petty,

and all the obstacles that Dawson and

I went through just seem unnecessary.

Dude, how many boyfriends did you have?

It's not as racy as it sounds.

Well...

Ok, so how do I skip the middle part?

Like, if you could tell yourself

something back then, what would it be?

I've been wondering lately

why things were different.

You know, why I could talk to

Eddie without being scared.

And, you know, when you're 16 years old,

so many of your choices are motivated by fear.

You know, like, one wrong move

and the world is gonna end.

And maybe that's what it is.

Maybe it's just about...

I don't know, taking a deep breath and...

Forgiving yourself for yesterday's mistakes.

You know, you're gonna

walk into school tomorrow,

and you're gonna want to punch Patrick's face,

but he might just say something

that makes you change your mind.

Hear it, Harley.

So...

Don't be afraid to move forward.

If all of this is about Eddie,

why didn't you follow him across the country?

'Cause it's not just about him.

It's...

It's about me and...

What I'm ready for.

What are you ready for?

That, young lady, is none of your business.

Your Father's gonna be home soon,

and I don't think I saw too much essay writing

happening during the histrionics down there.

Ok, ok. God, when is this

battle-axe thing ever gonna end?

I mean, you're becoming highly unpleasant.

Never. I'm honing my wench skills. Chop-chop!

Pacey?

Dawson.

Hey, what are you doing here, man?

Uh, long story.

At the moment, bringing in some firewood.

What are you doing here?

Uh...

Well, I was in town, so I

wanted to check on your mom,

see how the repairs are going.

Wow, that's... Thank you.

Yeah.

You alright?

Yeah, I'm fine, but I checked

my Dad into the hospital today.

Oh, my God. Is he ok?

Yeah, he'll be ok. It was a...

Heart condition of some sort,

but he's gonna get out in the

morning, so he'll be alright.

But, uh, you know...

No matter how tough you think your Dad is,

uh, it's a little disconcerting seeing

him lying there all vulnerable.

Yeah, turn your whole world upside-down.

Yeah.

Which is probably what made me think of you.

And...

Probably a lot of what brought me out here.

It's...

I just, I wasn't ready for that, you know.

I...

It's the first time in a long time I just...

I wanted to curl up and be a kid and

let somebody else take care of it.

I know what you mean.

I don't know when this happened.

When I became the one who made

sure the house was warm enough,

and you became the one who checks up on repairs.

I do not know, but sometimes

I feel like I've been

playing the part, wearing the

suit for so long, that...

I may have forgotten how I got

there in the first place.

Yeah. I know you deal with this more than I do,

but some kid called me "Sir" today.

What is that? - I know. It's strange.

Every time I hear "Mr. Witter,"

I look over my shoulder.

Who called you sir?

This kid in my...

I almost said this kid in my class.

I went to Capeside High today.

What, in your mind?

Almost.

Uh, no. I went to go talk to Mr.

Gold's film class.

Get out of here.

Really?

I guess that's what they call

coming full circle, huh?

Yeah.

Yeah, I went there.

I was supposed to talk about where I am now

and the glamour of the real

world and all that, but...

It was weird, Pace. I was

watching this kid's film today,

and all I could think was,

"I don't know anything."

Or maybe I did,

and I just lost it somewhere along the way.

Yeah, I know what you mean.

Phew.

Being here...

Being at the High School,

all these ghosts around me,

I just, wanna go back. I wanna start over.

Do things the right way.

Yeah.

Yeah. I'd like the time back.

But I wouldn't have it the way it was.

I just want to pinpoint that moment in your life

where everything goes wrong.

I'm thinking it was probably puberty for me.

I could skip that, too.

But if you didn't have all the

great loves of your life,

you wouldn't have anything

to make your movies about.

True.

Except now that I actually have

enough distance from all that,

and I can actually say something

about the loves of my life,

I can't afford to make movies.

Afford?

Those are the people I cater to, my friend.

Come on. I'm a wizard of high finance.

Right, right, right.

I'm the kind of person you prey on.

Sentimental losers with 10-cent dreams.

More like 10,000, but who's counting, right?

I'm sorry, but...

You're just freaking me out there, Mr. Witter.

Alright, we can talk about

that some other time, sir.

Alright.

Listen, I just made some coffee.

Do you want to come in and

sit down for a little while?

It's been a long day.

Yeah. Yeah, I'd love that, man.

Hey

you've reached my cellphone,

sorry I missed you, leave a message at the beep.

Hi, it's me.

So, I thought that I would have an answer

when I picked up the phone, but I didn't.

And then I thought I would think of something

as I was talking, but,

No such luck.

Um... Pace...

I think the problem is trying

to figure this out alone.

I, I think that maybe we should...

Do it together, you know?

And...

You know how they say if you

could do it all over again,

what would you change?

Well...

I'd probably change a lot of things.

But I'm also really lucky

that I have the chance.

And...

I guess what I'm saying is

that I'm not gonna look at you

and think of everything that happened. I'm...

I'm gonna look at you and think

of everything that could.

Call me.

Bye.