Episode Report Card Jessica: B+ | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Love Bites
By Jessica | Season 6 | Episode 18 | Aired on 04.08.2003
Casa Leery. Dawson, fed up with his bout of writer's block, pops Creek Days into the VCR. Didn't it used to be called Creek Daze? Or did we just make that up? Whatever. He watches his old movie, and Gale brings him a sandwich and a drink, noting that he must be feeling nostalgic. Dawson sighs that things were easier then; he had a "whole support system," Gale perches on the bed and asks about his process on the script. Dawson admits that he's totally blocked. Then he tells her that he doesn't have a back-up plan and he won't ever have one. "I'm going to be a director," he announces. Oh, dear. If only it were that easy. Let me try that: I'm going to be Mrs. Michael Vartan. Okay, I'll report back on how that works. Yadda yadda movies blah blah blah trust yamma schlamma blarg. Finally, Gale tells Dawson this story about the Flash and how he had all this crazy, half-cocked money-making schemes that all stemmed back to, like, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. Dawson furrows his brow. "Okay, this was a little more subtle than your other life lessons," he says. Gale tells him that she loved all of the Flash's nutty plans, even if they did drive her up the wall, and they agree that they're very sad that he died in that horrible double-dip accident and that reminds her that she has to call their lawyer about the suit against the Dairy Advisory Board. And then she agrees that he can baby-sit Lily in exchange for room and board, and she tells him she loves him and wishes him luck, and she goes to bed. Dawson looks thoughtfully at the pictures on his old bulletin board, at pictures of his old high school crowd, of his father, of the first four seasons of this show. And then he starts typing.
Back in Boston, Grams is making cherry pie. Angrily. Jen comes in and sobbily announces that there's "nothing wrong with being scared." Grams retorts that being scared "does no one any good." Jen wonders what she can do to help. Grams instructs her to get the butter. Jen haltingly announces that she wasn't talking about the pie. She meant, you know, the cancer. Grams is silent, as Jen talks about driving Grams to treatment, about TiVoing 60 Minutes, about cooking meals in advance. "And when you get bored, Jack and I can act out scenes from Moulin Rouge for you." Man, I wish I were recapping that show. ["I wish I were on that show." -- Sars] Grams snaps that Jack can have nothing to do with this. Because he's DEAD. Seriously, where is Jack? He hasn't been in an episode in literally weeks. Anyway, Grams tells Jen that this is her own personal business and she can take care of it herself. "What about me? Who's going to take care of me? I mean, you're my grandma. You're the person I love most in the world," Jen sniffles. I'm misting up a tiny bit, people. "And you're sick and I'm the one who's scared," Jen sobs. Grams stops her pie-making and tells Jen that her diagnosis is not a death sentence. Plenty of people her age go into remission after radiation treatment, she says. Jen nods and squeezes her eyes together and snuffles that she wants to talk about that part. "Could we at least start talking?" she asks. Grams glares at her. "Jennifah, I am not ready to die yet!" she says forcefully, and that's when I really start to cry. I'm crying a little bit right now. Don't tell anyone. "Come here!" she says, wrapping both of her arms around Jen and hugging her tightly. "You hear me? Huh? Do you?" she asks, and Jen nods and Grams kisses her and I totally bawl.