Episode Report Card Sars: C | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT R U Experienced?
By Sars | Season 4 | Episode 13 | Aired on 01.30.2001
The Yacht Club. Non-Liz Non-Claiborne reminds Drue "So Stop Calling Me!" Valentine that she gives him "a lot of leeway around here," so he'd better do as she says. Drue snarks that she's starting to resemble "a Disney villainess," and stomps off past Joey "'Tude Law" Potter. Does Joey want something? Joey lies that she doesn't. NLNC sees through her and theorizes that Joey wants time off for the "upcoming senior trip." Long story short, Joey must bring Pacey on a double date with Drue and the daughter of the Yacht Club board's president, and make sure said daughter has a "nice time"; if a nice time is achieved, Joey gets the time off. If not, NLNC will see that Joey works every weekend shift for the rest of time. Joey, beaten, says with a smirk, "When should we be ready?"
Brookshaven. "Our" Mr. Brooks and Dawson confer over footage; Mr. Brooks sits in a wheelchair. "Love Is A Many-Splendored" Grams Ryan comes in with a tray of pills for Mr. Brooks and suggests taking a break. Dawson comments that, "much as [he hates] to stop," he has lunch plans. Grams puts the tray down and goes to get "another bottle of pills," although the closed captions have her saying "another bottle of Percocet," so obviously Mr. Brooks is in some pain. Anyway, after she leaves the room, Mr. Brooks stage-whispers to Dawson that he needs a favor -- he can't get to the store on his own to get his prescriptions anymore, and he hates that Grams has to take him. "Yeah, whatever I can do to help," Dawson says. Mr. Brooks whips out a blue-backed document and tells Dawson to sign it, adding a little too quickly that the document contains "just lawyer talk, legalese, gobbledy-gook." "Saying what, exactly?" Dawson asks, starting to skim the papers, and Mr. Brooks lies that it authorizes Dawson to act as his go-fer. He avoids Dawson's gaze really obviously before turning back to him with an overly encouraging smile. Predictably, Dawson is flattered; Mr. Brooks tells him to hurry up and sign before Grams gets back, because he doesn't want to "hurt her feelings," and just as predictably, Dawson signs the document without reading it. Gee, I don't suppose that's going to come up again later, do you? Good thing it's totally kosher for a minor to authorize documents without a guardian -- or a witness of any sort, for that matter -- present. Not. It isn't. Anyway, Dawson finishes putting the "not" in "notary public" just as Grams bustles back into the room and hands Mr. Brooks his dosage, and Mr. Brooks hurriedly stuffs the papers down the back of his pants. Dawson leaves, saying he'll return in an hour. Mr. Brooks begins taking his parade of pills, groaning slightly, but as Grams passes his chair, saying something about a phone call from the nursing agency, Mr. Brooks pockets the pills instead of swallowing them. Then he grumps typically about something so that Grams won't suspect anything, and she shoots him a "whatever" look.
Witterschloss. Pacey "Sir Gawain" Witter looks at Gretchen's outfit and says "no" about a dozen times. Gretchen cracks on him, of all people, for "offering a fashion opinion." Pacey, sporting his customary Mondrian-inspired Hawaiian shirt over a henley top, responds that "that is not a going-out-of-the-house outfit." There's more back-and-forth on the subject, with Pacey wanting Gretchen to wear something baggier "that hides the human form." The non-funniness of the protective-brother routine aside, Gretchen's outfit -- a cropped magenta split-neck top with bell sleeves, paired with khaki hiphuggers cut so low that one sneeze puts her in the proverbial crack den -- does make her boobs look gigantic. Gretchen manages to change the subject to Pacey's plans for the evening, which he describes as "another night of being the perfect boyfriend." Tough job, very few rewards, blah. "True love waits," Gretchen truisms. "And waits, and waits," Pacey mutters. Gretchen calls him on that and asks what's up. He denies that there's anything up. Gretchen needles him. He resists. A horn honks outside, saving him, and Gretchen grabs her sweater-coat and beats it out of there.