Episode Report Card Sars: C- | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Future Shock
By Sars | Season 6 | Episode 23 | Aired on 05.13.2003
Dawson works at his laptop in the Sanctum. Hearing intruder-y noises, he slams the laptop shut and sneaks over to the window, preparing to bean whomever might enter with it. Because it didn't cost three grand or anything. It's called "a seven iron," Dawson, and it's a lot cheaper. Fool. Anyway, as a newborn baby just telephoned to inform me, it's not a burglar -- it's Joey, falling drunkenly through the window and getting way too "look how drunk I am, tee hee" about the whole thing. Dawson's all, "You scared the hell out of me, freak show," and asks what she's doing there, and Joey starts to answer by saying that she got to the B&B and decided to just keep walking, and hey, did he know there's a McDonald's on blah blah blah my how Capeside has changed, blah blah blah too late to ring the bell so I climbed up the ladder blah blah blah fishcakes. It's worth noting that Dawson is sitting in front of his Mr. Brooks poster here. Aw -- Mr. Brooks. It's also worth noting that there's no damn way Gale would have left that ladder there for ten years. Anyway, Joey saw his light on and thought she'd climb in, and she hopes she didn't wake him, which she didn't -- he didn't get much alone time with her earlier, and he's excited to hear about New York and what she's up to "and…everything." Dawson does, to his credit, seem genuinely interested and not all melodramatically creepy, but Joey stares at him and then defers having to talk about Sisto for a few more minutes by pretending that she bruised herself tumbling through the window. God, grow up.
Icehouse. Pacey's locking up when Mr. Virginia Madsen and a few of his henchthugs show up to take it out of Pacey's ass. Pacey tries to talk his way out of a beating, which fails. Then he tries to Crouching Witter, Hidden Dragon his way out of it, and almost pulls it off, but that too fails. Then Mr. Madsen and his friends beat Pacey up.
Up in the Sanctum, Joey is telling Dawson about how she met Sisto. Dawson asks, relatively mildly, if it's serious, and Joey looks at her hands and stammers that it's at that point where it's either going to get serious or it isn't, but she doesn't know what's going to happen. What about him? Dawson is "absolutely, one hundred percent intensely committed to" his show…"and nothing else," which he says with an "I have no life" eye-roll that's kind of funny. Joey says sort of flirtatiously (ew) that "that's today -- it's not always going to be like that, Dawson." He's not complaining, he says, but then he essentially does exactly that, wondering what he's doing with his life and reminding us that he "wanted to be Spielberg." "Dreams aren't perfect, Dawson," Joey sighs. Especially not that one. "They come true, not free." "Nicely put," Dawson says, and Joey shrugs, "Someone famous said it." (That someone is Stephen Sondheim, if anyone's interested.) They stare at each other ruefully, and Dawson says, "I'm just so tired." Joey takes that as her cue to head home, but he says he meant "in general." Still, she says, it's late and she should go, so he offers to drive her, but as they both get up, he busts out a huge yawn and says, "On second thought, no, I won't," and points at his bed: "Go to sleep." Joey, incredulously: "What?" Dawson chuckles, "You know the drill -- that's your side, that's mine. Lie down and go to sleep." Joey laughingly protests (too much, methinks) that she can't, but Dawson points out that she already climbed through the window: "It's only fitting, wouldn't you say?" Joey smiles. Dawson adds, "No one's pining away for each other or masking their feelings, so just sleep for sleep's sake." "Works for me," Joey chirps too-brightly. "We are adults." Again, no comment. Both of them hop under the covers fully dressed. Shot of Joey, looking weirded out; shot of Dawson, directing an inscrutable stare at the back of Joey's head; ululating of alterna-testicle. "Good night, Dawson." "Good night, Joey." Shot of Joey looking even more weirded out. Shot of Dawson looking…well, stuffed up, actually. Pan up to the familiar ceiling-cam shot of them brooding to themselves in bed together.