Episode Report Card Wing Chun: D | 2 USERS: A YOU GRADE IT Parental Discretion Advised
By Wing Chun | Season 2 | Episode 22 | Aired on 05.25.1999
In an even-further-back back room, Mr. Pothead unzips a gym bag full of cocaine-filled baggies. (At least, I assume it's cocaine, although Sars rightly pointed out that it could well be heroin.) Gareth Williams does his best impression of a man who has found himself "stuck" (which translates to his looking slightly nauseous), and then snaps the venetian blinds closed.
Over by the coffee maker, Jack is telling Jen, "You know, it sounds like she wants to reconcile your differences." Jen patronizingly says, "To the untrained ear, maybe, but to me it's just the same doublespeak. I'm not the girl she wants around." Jack says, "She did ask you back." Jen says, "I don't want to go back." Jack says, "No one's saying that you have to, but she is right; your situation isn't mine." Jen glares at him silently, looking betrayed. Jack adds, "What, you don't think that I've been under the same kind of scrutiny? [Indecipherable] rough hours, Jen." Jen says, "I thought we had developed a closeness." It's been, what? A week? Yeah, you work that sense of entitlement, piglet. Look, you owe Grams. Jack doesn't owe you shit. Anyway, he says, "We have." Jen demands, "So then why do you want me to go?" Jack says, "I never said that I wanted you to go." Jen, getting somewhat hysterical, says, "Yes you did! [No, he didn't.] I mean, bringing up my grandmother, talking about me moving back -- it's obvious where that leads." Jack says, "Is this what you did with her? You turned her words all around until you're convinced that she wants you to go?" Jen growls, "You don't have any idea what you're talking about." Jack says, "No, I think I do! You act like moving in with me is going to be some great salvation -- let me tell you something: it isn't, because my dad is going to have to sell the house soon, and then we're both going to be homeless." Jen claps her books closed and mutters, "Well, why don't I put myself out of my misery." Jack, rendered nearly speechless by this prize-winning display of petulance, can barely choke out: "Don't say that." Jen says, "Don't worry, Jack; statistics are on my side. But I'll be gone by tonight." She struts off to parts unknown.
In yet other parts unknown (how big is the Icehouse, anyway?), a Molotov cocktail flies through the window and shatters on the floor, engulfing whatever part of the restaurant it's in, in flames. No one seems to notice.
Pacey follows the Sheriff out to the squad car. The sheriff admonishes: "You stay out of this, Pacey; you and I got a whole other problem to deal with....You had a phone call at the house." Pacey says, "Andie?" The Sheriff says, "Mr. Milo. He's worried about you. He told me you've blown two of your finals." Pacey says he's got it under control. The Sheriff says, "Pacey, he says you didn't write word one on either exam. That true?" Pacey says nothing. The Sheriff spits, "What were you thinking?" Pacey yells, "I was thinking that it doesn't really matter, okay?" The Sheriff yells back, "The hell it doesn't. You get your things. You're coming home." Pacey says no. The Sheriff says, "I don't want you hanging out here, Pacey. Mr. Potter's a known felon; it doesn't make me look good." Pacey says, "Is that what this is about?" The Sheriff hesitates, then repeats, "Get your stuff." Pacey says, "I said no." The Sheriff grabs him and yells, "I said get your stuff!" Pacey grumbles, "Hands off me," and the Sheriff visibly hauls off and smacks Pacey in the face, hard enough to double him over. No, Sheriff: Dawson, DAWSON! Pacey cries a little and catches his breath. The Sheriff mutters, "I'll be in the car."
In the Icehouse, Mr. Pothead has noticed the fire. In a panic, his first thought (evidently) is not that his daughter is in the building and he has to get her out, but that there is a bag of drugs on his desk and he better get to flushing them down the toilet.