Episode Report Card Jessica: C | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Instant Karma!
By Jessica | Season 6 | Episode 4 | Aired on 10.15.2002
Back at Worthington, Audrey has somehow managed to put on her jammies. Pacey comes to the door, wanting to talk. She shakes her head at him and asks him to just come in and hold her. Barf. Audrey, by the way, looks like she's wearing a necklace of moles. So Pacey trudges into his holding cell and climbs into the twin bed with her, fully clothed. Audrey looks miserable. Wow. That's just really pathetic.
Movie set. Rest easy, children. Our long national nightmare is over: Dawson has his job back. That was easy. Natasha tells him that she got him his job back, and apologizes for acting like such a crazy nutbar. It's all because she loved him! Or something. Whatever. "You really hurt me, Dawson," Natasha says. "I mean, really. I liked you a lot. And then you broke up with me on my answering machine!" Oh, sweet fancy Moses. We KNOW! He's sorry. She knows, she says, explaining that she saw him talking to Joey and she realized that Joey hurt him way more than Dawson ever hurt her. "But you still hurt me, a lot," she reiterates. Oh my God, Dawson hasn't hurt anyone as much as he's hurt me (with the exception of Sars and Wing Chun), and even I don't bring it up this much. Dawson repeats that he knows. "I know you know," Natasha finally says, telling him that Todd said he'd fire Dawson if Dawson wasn't back on the set in five minutes. Dawson grins smugly.
Over at Liberty Hell's Kitchen, Oliver and Joey close up the bar. Oliver asks about Dawson, whom Joey classifies as an old friend. Oliver assures her that he didn't mean to pry. Joey nods and finally asks him why he likes On The Road so much. Oliver says some stuff I don't hear because I'm staring at his pretty, pretty face. Something about the celebration of madness and taking chances and, you know, sucking the marrow out of life and what not. At least he has the good grace to look embarrassed by this low-rent Dead Poets Society hoo-ha coming out of his mouth. So Joey reaches up and kisses him. She smiles weakly at him when they pull away. "What was that?" Oliver asks. Joey twitters that she was just following an impulse. She flashes him the half-smile. But it has no effect! Praise the sweet baby Jesus! "No, you weren't," Oliver says. "It's that guy. From the movie set. You're angry at him. He hurt you. And that's how you chose to deal with it." Joey of course denies this. Oliver is almost insulted by her denial. "Well, tell me I'm wrong," he says. She does, weakly. "No, no I'm not," he says. "Look, I don't mind you kissing me if it's because you want to kiss me. Not for revenge or because you want to forget someone else. You know, whatever happened between you guys, you're going to have to deal with it yourself. Just you," he tells her. Joey looks stunned by the failure of her It. "Look, uh, I'll give you a ride home, okay? I'm just going to get my coat," Oliver says, and runs off. Joey looks sad as an ovary hums that her It has finally broken down.