Dawson's Creek s03e14 Episode Script

Valentine's Day Massacre

You kind of wanna ease into it.
All right, it's a very gentle kind of give-and-take action, all right? So you might wanna do it right about now.
Wait! Okay, remember when I said that thing about stepping on the clutch before you actually try and shift? Is that coming back to you? - You're in neutral, foot on the clutch- - No, no.
That's it.
Okay? I don't wanna learn to drive anymore.
It's too hard.
Are we there yet? Look.
Come on, kiddies.
We're barely halfway down the driveway.
What have you guys been doing? See, this is why friends should not teach friends to drive stick.
- You're not exactly Lloyd Dobler.
- What is that supposed to mean? Say Anything, he teaches lone Skye how to drive.
- Yeah? - Except he was quite the patient tutor.
As I remember, she actually listened to his tutorial.
Okay, kids, let's try and find the love up there.
You know, Dawson, what say you and I invite Miss Josephine Potter to step out on the town tonight? Unless you've got prior Valentine's Day plan with the college beau.
- No, massive midterm crisis.
- Excuse me? What moron would rather study than take his girl out for Valentine's Day? I know it's hard for you to grasp, but some people are actually dedicated to the pursuit of academic excellence.
Okay.
So then why don't you just come with us.
It'll be fun.
Depends on what Goofus and Gallant are up to.
Well, Matt Caulfield is throwing a massive anti-Valentine's Day party.
You wanna go to a Matt Caulfield party? After everything we've heard about him? Why wouldn't we? - Well, that surprises me, Dawson.
- Why? Matt Caulfield? He's not exactly of your tribe.
He's a creep.
His parties are infamous for complete and utter debauchery.
Why are you coming down on the guy for wanting to have some fun? Why are you dragging him into a seedy world reserved for bottom-feeders? This tug of war over my morality is entertaining and all but we gotta get going.
As much as the idea of watching you two make fools of yourselves is appealing I'm gonna pass on the whole party thing and make it a Blockbuster night.
You know, that sounds like a great idea, Jo.
Who are you gonna get to drive you? Can you imagine the life that guy is leading? Urban legend has it he slept with six cheerleaders in a weekend.
I'm telling you, we gotta go to that party.
I don't know, man.
Maybe Joey's right.
What is this? Is this doubt I'm hearing, young Skywalker? I'm not exactly cut out for a career in hedonism.
Pick up the phone already.
This is your call to action, okay? Your hero's journey begins now, my friend.
Pacey Witter, the poor man's Yoda.
I've actually always seen myself more as the Han Solo type.
Roguish good looks.
Devil-may-care attitude.
- Guys.
Guys, wait up.
- Hey, here comes my Chewbacca.
- What? - It's not important.
Anyway, any luck? Yeah, I talked to some of the guys on the team and it turns out that the location is completely confidential.
I guess Caulfield and some of his buddies were afraid if the cops get wind of it, they'll bust it up.
- But I did get the password.
- Nice.
What is it? I know kung fu.
I told you yesterday, Henry, you can only sell plasma every 72 hours.
But I feel fine.
Your heart could probably fill half the blood banks in New England but I'm sorry.
Please? I got a date with an angel tonight.
And everything is almost perfect.
I've spent two weeks working at her favourite restaurant to pay for the meal.
I've got a reservation at the best table.
If I can just sell one more pint - I'll have enough for a gift.
- I can't bend the rules.
Nurse Nicole, somewhere out there, there's a guy who thinks about you every day and dreams about you every night.
A guy who would sell his blood just to make you happy.
- Well, he's late.
- Maybe he's stuck.
Maybe someone won't bend the rules for him.
Roll up your sleeve.
And promise me you'll get some rest before your big date.
Hey, Dougie.
To what do I owe this dubious honour? Can't a fella just wanna hang out with his brother? Do I always need ulterior motives? And what is that satanic racket you got going in there? Listen to that voice, Pacey.
Is that not a cause for joy? I mean, is that not the voice of a diva? Dougie, if you continue in this manner, you are going to force me to unleash a salvo of gay-stereotype humour that will leave you quivering.
Always a pleasure, Pacey, but I got somewhere to be.
Maybe I could do a ride-along with you tonight.
- And why would you wanna do that? - Because you're my big brother.
I look up to you.
It'll be fascinating to spend a night in the life - of butch super-cop Douglas Witter.
- Not tonight, okay? - Why not? - Because you would be bored.
Tonight I have to suffer through the task of staking out the golf course.
- Golf course? - Yeah, a concerned citizen called in a heads-up about some big party at the golf course.
So, you know Hey, you haven't heard anything about a party, have you? - At the golf course? - Yeah.
I heard about a rager on Witch Island, but that's not what you're looking for.
Anyway, thank you, Douglas Witter.
Okay, so you take a left on Dearborn and then we're the third house on the left.
So I'll see you around 8:00? Kate, come on, you have to come.
It'll be so much fun.
Besides, you have to get your mind off things, right? Okay, great.
I'll see you then.
Bye.
- Kate? Kate who? - Kate Douglas.
She's coming up for the weekend.
- Kate Douglas, as in my ex-girlfriend? - And as in a very good friend of mine.
I can't believe you'd ask her up here without asking me.
It's Valentine's Day and she just broke up with her boyfriend and she needs a change of scenery.
So I - Did she mention me? - Well, yeah, I mean, it's only natural.
- What did you tell her? - That you're great.
- And? - And? - And? - And no, okay? I didn't tell her that.
- That is so your gig.
- I can't believe you.
Jack, look, it's not that big of a deal, okay? She gets here, you ask her if she wants a glass of water, and then, you know kind of mention that you like boys.
What do you think, red or black? It's Valentine's Day.
Red, of course.
Yeah.
Yeah, I thought so too.
All right.
You know, it's perfectly natural to be nervous.
- Valentine's is a very exciting day.
- Oh, I'm not nervous.
All right? It's just another day, just another dinner.
It is not just another day.
It's the day Saint Valentine gave his life to the Romans rather than stop marrying young Christian lovers.
- I can feel his spirit all around us.
- Oh, it's called a draft.
And it usually wafts through doors around the middle of February.
Jennifer, you are far too young to be this jaded.
Who's jaded? I think it's great we have a day that commercialises on our emotions.
Not even the harsh jangle of the cash register can keep love at bay.
- Something's missing.
- You look beautiful, just beautiful.
- No, something is definitely missing.
- An unadorned neck is proper for the first date.
Chaste, pure.
And that's so me.
You know, I've often found that the best thing for nerves is to simply breathe deeply.
- In, out.
- All right, for the last time I'm not nervous.
I have absolutely nothing to be nervous about.
I- I've been on plenty of dates with plenty of guys, and this is just another one.
So don't make a big deal out of it.
Because it's not a big deal at all.
Okay? Have fun on your date, dear.
Okay, so the plan is, we're gonna meet our friend at the club and we're gonna try and find this senior party.
Okay? Jackers, you're pretty darn quiet for someone I haven't seen in a year.
It's just weird to see you.
That's all.
- Have you missed me? - Yeah, of course.
I'm a pretty missable kind of gal.
- Don't you think? - Extremely missable.
So who's that special someone in your life these days? It's funny you should ask that.
- There's something you should know.
- Kate, what's wrong? My boyfriend.
When he broke up with me, it started just like that.
When I asked him what was wrong, he said: " Funny you should ask.
" And then he told me that he was gay.
Here we are.
The 18th green, Augusta.
If Pacey Witter can sink this putt he will become the youngest ever Masters Champion.
You can see the tension in the face of his girlfriend acting sensation Miss Heather Graham.
Hey, guys.
McPhee, you just made me drop my putter.
Tragic.
Dawson, Pacey, I want you to meet my friend, Kate Douglas.
Nice to meet you.
Any friends of Jackers are friends of mine.
"Jackers.
" I believe she just said "Jackers.
" Yeah, well, Kate and I go way back.
Way back.
- Jack was my first boyfriend.
- Oh, way back.
I'd just like to put it out there that I've recently broken up with my gay boyfriend and I find myself in a highly charged emotional state.
Okay? Thanks for your time.
Can we have a moment, please? Thank you.
- Did you hear what she said? - I know, I feel bad for her.
Add Jack, that's not one, but two gay boyfriends.
Okay, I wasn't talking about so much what she said more like what she's saying.
And the subtext is? That she needs to overcome the memory of her lost love.
If only for a brief time.
She's looking to hook up, man.
This night just turned into a fairy tale, and you, my friend, are the shining star.
I wasn't quite looking at it from that angle.
Well, that's why I'm here, little buddy, isn't it? - Hey, look who's here.
- Joey, hey.
- Hey.
- Hi, guys.
Well, that's odd.
I mean this couldn't be Josephine Buzzkill in front of me because I'm sure she was boycotting tonight.
Well, I came to make sure that I don't lose Dawson to the dark side.
Joey.
I appreciate your concern but I'm quite capable of taking care of myself.
Someday you'll thank me, Dawson.
If Pacey is the devil on your shoulder then the least I can do is be the angel.
Fine, then.
Come with me, sweet little angel.
Be my guest, but you are not and I repeat, not gonna ruin this night for us.
Hi.
Henry, do you feel okay? You look kind of peaked.
I've been dreaming about this for so long, I'm afraid if I speak, I'll awake.
You are awake.
You're gorgeous.
So are you.
We're wearing the same colour.
Black.
You know, my Grams would probably say that that was a sign of the spirit of Saint Valentine.
Of course it is.
I believe that.
Oh, this is for you.
Henry, thank you.
It's perfect.
This whole night's gonna be perfect.
- I'm sorry.
- Oh, no, it's okay.
- It's not okay.
You're bleeding.
- No, no, it's fine, really.
Just a flesh wound.
Well, that was about as subtle as an Oliver Stone film.
- What was? - Shoving Dawson on that girl.
- What, are you jealous? - No, I'm worried about him, Pacey.
- Why? - Because he's lost.
- I mean, can't you see that? - I concur with you.
Dawson is lost.
That's why he needs to acquire as much life experience as possible.
Pacey, why does life experience have to translate into these wild parties and random hook-ups? What would you have the man do? Join a book club? I'm screwed.
- You have to tell her.
- I can't tell her.
I don't wanna give her a complex.
- You can't keep avoiding her all night.
- If I tell her I'll just end up hurting her again.
- Okay, get over yourself, Jack.
- What? Is there something hideously wrong with me? Not that I can tell.
Dave, the guy I just broke up with.
The guy that turned out to be oh-so-very-much a homosexual he used to tell me I was an acquired taste.
Is that just a nice way of saying I'm a filthy eyesore? - I'm not a filthy eyesore, am I? - No, you're beautiful.
In the way that " beautiful" used to actually mean something.
What was your name again? Scream 3 is playing at the Rialto.
We can still catch it.
Easy, Potter.
How do you think they'll respond when they find out that we're crashing their party without an invite? Good question.
And one we should've considered before we got here.
- So who wants to go get ice cream? - We made it this far.
We might as well.
This is my party.
And I don't recall inviting any of you.
Well, you didn't.
Our mistake.
So we'll be going now.
Do you know the password? - I know kung fu.
- Okay, then.
Well, okay.
Okay.
Not so fast, kids.
You do know about the entrance fee, don't you? Oh, yeah, of course.
It's, what, 5 bucks to cover this, right? If you'd like to join us, I need each of you to down one of these bad boys.
Go on.
All the cool kids are doing it.
Well, thank you, Mr.
Cosby.
Red.
Pretty.
- Yummy.
- Novocaine for the soul.
- Betty, Veronica? - Actually I'm the designated driver tonight.
- Well, what about you, doll? - That's an attractive offer.
Although you're dying for the chance to hold my hair when I inevitably vomit up that beer I'm gonna have to take a rain check.
You're actually considering participating in this nonsense? Why can't you just let the man make his own decisions? Dawson, this isn't you.
Your concern for Dawson is starting to border on pathological.
Guys, we're not at the gates of hell, and you're not arguing over my soul.
All right.
- Thank you, Henry.
- You're just saying that.
All right, well, maybe I had my doubts at first but everything's turned out really, really nicely.
We've got a fun place to eat and what's more important is, we can spend some time doing what I was hoping that we could do on Valentine's Day, which is Get to know each other, you know what I mean? Henry.
Henry.
- Am I boring you? - No, no, I was- I was just- Resting my eyes.
Well, feel free to put your head down and take a nap if you like.
Oh, okay.
- Oh, my God! Henry? - Are you okay? - How does he do it? - Who, Dawson? No, Pacey.
I mean, how does he always manage to get us into these situations? It's his cocky charm.
Cocky, yes.
But I don't think the village idiot routine equals charm.
Well, he means well.
- Why is he so irritating? - If you think about it I mean, he is just this big, dopey dog.
It's like he runs through the house destroying everything.
And then he looks up at you like, "Wait, what did you expect? I'm just a dog.
" You know who you sound like? Who? Me.
Right before I started dating him.
You in the golf cart, pull over.
Evening, ladies.
- Hey, Kate.
- Hey, Dawson.
- I was wondering- - You were wondering? Are you gonna repeat everything I say? Are you gonna repeat everything I say? Isn't that annoying? I'm sorry.
You were wondering? I was wondering if you wanted to take a walk.
- With you? - With me, yeah.
- A walk sounds neat.
Let's go.
- Okay.
He'll be at St.
Matthew's later.
He'll be fine.
God, I cannot believe that you sold your blood.
- Twice in a 48-hour period.
- What were you thinking? I wanted to make sure I did everything possible to make tonight unforgettable.
- Well, you did.
- And I wanted to buy you this.
Henry.
It's a ring.
- And it's orange.
- It's Hungarian red.
Try it on.
- No.
- Henry.
- Please don't worry about this.
- I ruined everything.
No, Henry, it's fine.
Please don't worry about it.
- I wanted everything to be so perfect.
- It is.
This is perfect.
It's perfect.
I know what you're doing.
Really? And what's that? You're the resident caretaker.
- The what? - The gang's nice guy.
Freddie Friendly.
The one who volunteers to take highly emotional and progressively wasted types off of everybody's hands so the other boys can go and have fun.
Don't worry about little old me, Dawson.
I will present you with no burden whatsoever.
- This place is hilly.
- Wait a minute.
Why would you assume that? - Assume what? - That I'm a nice guy.
Maybe I could be trying to take advantage of your situation.
And you find that humorous.
I may be drunk and I may hardly know you but that's not you.
- It isn't? - No, it isn't.
I mean, first of all who in a million years that was trying to take advantage of my situation would use the expression: " I'm trying to take advantage of your situation"? Is it really too much to ask the universe that once just once, just one single, solitary time you conspire with my desire to have a good time? Quit whining.
There are people dying in the Balkans.
You be quiet, okay? - This is between me and the fates.
- Call me loco but maybe if you just acted instead of hemming and hawing and debating and conversing, then maybe you'd actually see some results.
- What is that supposed to mean? - Simply put: If you don't want to be a nice guy, Dawson when you take a girl into the woods don't talk to her about kissing her.
Kiss her.
Especially after you've told her that she was beautiful in the way that " beautiful" used to actually mean something.
- It's that simple? - It's that simple.
Hold that impulse.
Perfect.
Just perfect.
You're home early.
Unfortunately, not early enough.
The haggard girl that you're looking at now is straight from the date from hell.
Something for you and Henry to laugh about on your second date.
Sadly enough, I don't think there's gonna be a second date, Grams.
- Because of just one sour evening? - This was our first real date and to call it sour would be a kind review.
Jennifer, you have got to get over your preconceptions about what a date is supposed to be.
A date even if it's a bad one, is just another moment.
It's just another pearl in a great, wondrous necklace.
Okay, before you wax geriatric, let me just cut to the chase.
Henry is right now in the hospital because he oversold his blood in order to buy me a Hungarian-red ring, which, by the way, is too small.
Sweet, yes.
Adorable, sure.
Grammar school, definitely.
Henry never claimed to be the sophisticated sort.
Which is exactly my point.
I mean, why go for all this trouble? Why plan a dinner? Why buy me jewellery if that's not who you are? Maybe he thinks that's who you want him to be.
This is the Capeside police.
Guys.
Yo, guys! What, did I do it wrong? Hello? Do you guys party like this every weekend? Because I gotta say this has been the most fun I've had in a really long time.
I mean, I am just so over my ex-boyfriend right now.
I am really glad to hear you say that, Kate.
Because I think there's something you really need to know.
You are not going to tell her in an enclosed space.
Hey, I heard that.
- Tell me what in an enclosed space? - I know this isn't the optimum time to do this, all right? But I- All right, look.
I- I know what this is.
- You're not over me, are you, Jack? - No, no, that's not it.
Not to suggest that you're easily "get-overable" or anything, but - The thing is, I- - Oh, my God.
You're gay, aren't you? - But we had- - Yeah.
Yeah, we did.
- And you were good.
- Thanks.
But that doesn't really have any bearing on our current situation.
I'm still gay.
- Are you gay too? - Me? - No.
- Are you sure? Because apparently only gay guys will kiss me.
You kissed her? He started to, but my less-than-iron stomach napalmed the moment.
Dawson, what were you thinking? I wasn't.
For a fleeting moment I wasn't thinking, and it felt good.
To take advantage of a girl who was drunk vulnerable and clearly on the rebound? Is it just me, or is this jaw-droppingly out of character? What character, Joey? The little sketch in your head that you have labelled " Dawson"? This might not be the me you're used to.
I might make a fool out of myself but you have to start letting me make mistakes.
Here we go again, kiddies.
For the 476th time this hour, our number one Billboard chart topper: "The Ballad of Dawson and Joey.
" Will those two kids ever get back together again? - Boy, I sure hope so.
- Would you stay out of it? Oh, of course.
Far be it from me, lowly creature that I am to ever tread on the sanctity of the Dawson and Joey dynamic.
I'm sorry, it's just that I find the way that you treat him so fascinating.
- And how is that, Dr.
Witter? - Like he's some weird, neutered little virginal creature.
What's your problem? I don't have a problem.
I am but a Greek chorus, here to observe and interpret.
Pacey.
- When did you adopt this mean streak? - Come on, Joey, you and I We've always been known for the snap, crackle and pop of our repartee.
Right.
The good-natured banter.
But to the best of my recollection, I don't remember it ever being pointed - and it's never been hurtful.
- Or even being taken so seriously.
But how could I not take it seriously? And you've said one harsh, nasty thing after another to me tonight.
What did I really do to deserve all of that? You didn't do anything to deserve this.
The drunken lout in the corner just pleads sheer frustration.
I mean, honestly, do you have any idea how exhausting it is to exist on your periphery? To witness this perpetual dance that you two have? One week you're soul mates.
The next you're giving each other up for the greater good.
Do you think it's possible that sometime soon you could make up your mind, please? Yeah, and the reverence that you two treat this saga of yours with it's enough to make a guy wanna puke.
All right.
Everyone out.
Everyone, that is, except you, little brother.
Dad thinks it might be a good idea if you spend the night.
Hiya.
Jell-O? What is it about hospitals always serving Jell-O? Do they think it has some sort of miraculous healing power? I'm sorry I can't offer you more.
No, I'm sorry.
Henry, I think that I may have been just a bit more anxious than I let on about this whole thing.
- You? Anxious, really? - Yeah.
See, at the Chapin School, Valentine's was the day when the guy that I was dating would take out the girl that he really liked.
- Give her presents and chocolates- - I don't believe that for a minute.
Yeah, well, it's true.
All right? I've never had a date on Valentine's Day.
Let alone a first date, so I think that my need to fulfil that experience is what got the better of both of us.
That's one way to put it.
If we're gonna continue dating, and I'd like that what do you say we start acting like ourselves and less like a couple in our 30s? - So you want me to return the ring? - Not on your life.
This is the best-looking Hungarian-red pinkie ring I've ever gotten.
And besides, it reminds me of you, which makes it pretty invaluable.
Mind if I do? Do you realize what we're doing? We're having a date.
No floods, no earthquakes, no locusts.
Let's just not think about what could go wrong.
Let's just eat the Jell-O.
There's always room for Jell-O.
- So you okay? - Yeah.
You know I'm starting to realize that there's something kind of cool about a relationship not working because the guy turns out to be gay.
I mean, sure, it's heartbreaking in its own way, but it's not my fault.
- There's nothing I can do about it.
- Of course it's not your fault.
It's not your fault either.
I know.
Do you? Then why were you so afraid to tell me? I didn't want to upset you.
Nope.
Not buying it.
You're gonna have to do better than that, Jackers.
Okay.
When you and I were seeing each other I always thought there was something a little off.
I've come a long way, but when I saw you, it brought me back to a time when I thought that the feelings that I was having were wrong.
And I guess I thought that if I told you I'd be somehow disappointing you.
In a million years, you could never disappoint me, Jack.
Gay or straight.
You're a world-class human being.
That's why I wanted to see you.
You take me back to this nice, safe place where crushes never end and hearts can't be broken.
And I needed that this weekend.
Good.
Well, I hope you found that somehow.
I did.
And I'm glad I get to go home knowing the real you.
Come here.
I thought the silent treatment was a tactic typically employed by kids.
I'm not giving you the silent treatment.
- You're not talking to me either.
- I was thinking.
- About what? - My son.
It's been quite a year for you.
- What do you mean? - Well, it all started out with a wrecked boat and a wild party.
- And I was angry.
- Dad- What I'm trying to do is get back to the basics of being a kid.
I'm 16 and it was a party, and those two things are inextricably linked.
I have no problem with you going to parties.
I have zero problem with you being 16.
I do, I admit, have a problem with, oh, wrecked boats strippers on the table and fishing you out of the drunk tank on a Friday night.
Fair enough.
But can you chalk it up to youthful exuberance? Yes, I can.
Dad.
Thank you.
I really appreciate it.
I'm not finished.
Since you've decided to start acting like a kid I guess I'm left with no choice but to start acting like a parent.
And until you decide on a path for yourself, I've chosen one for you.
- What does that mean? - Your mother's buying a restaurant.
- Really? - And you're gonna work there.
Doing whatever she needs you to do.
After school, evenings, weekends, whatever.
And you're gonna do this until you begin to understand that deciding to be a kid doesn't give you license to be reckless and irresponsible.
Good night, son.
You were in rare form tonight.
How bad do I suck, huh? So, what seems to be the problem? - There's no problem, Dougie.
- Oh, come on, Pacey I found you hanging from a tree getting completely wasted.
- So, what is it, a girl or something? - What? Okay, so it's a girl.
- Who is she? - You know what, Dougie? It's really not that important, okay? Okay.
I'll tell you something, though.
She is really annoying.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
I mean, this girl is amazing.
There is not a single subject that she doesn't have an opinion about.
- It's mind-boggling.
- Well, that certainly sounds like a nightmare.
No, I mean, it's not quite like that.
You gotta understand that the girl's really smart, so she's usually right.
And when she argues, it comes from this really beautiful, pure place so how can you fight against that, you know? Especially if you're a smartass like me.
Is she pretty? Yeah, she is pretty.
She is very, very pretty.
She's actually the The kind of pretty that gives you butterflies, you know what I mean? Yeah.
Never lose the butterflies.
- What? - You know, that's maybe what sucks most about getting older.
Somewhere along the line, you just lose the butterflies.
So the question is, little brother, what are you gonna do about it? - Do? - Yeah, "do," as in "do something.
" - Take action.
- No, I don't think you're really properly grasping the gravity of the situation, Dougie.
If I was actually to do something about this there is the strong possibility that the sun would cease to shine.
The tides would cease to rise.
In fact, I'm betting there's a good chance the Earth would crack open and Capeside would become home to a huge hellmouth that would spew forth endless hordes of monsters and demons that would choke the denizens of this city, making them fall to their knees and pray for a return to the days before I took action.
That's really what we're talking about here.
Yeah, maybe.
Look, Pacey.
In my experience, you don't come across that many people with the ability to give you butterflies.
You just don't.
And if you don't tell this girl how you feel well, it'll be like spending the rest of your life in your own personal prison.
- Hey, Doug? - Yeah.
Thank you.
Wait, hold on, please? Just- What I said last night was way out of line.
And, yes, I was drunk but more to the point, I was just plain wrong.
And I want you to know that I'm really sorry.
Well I was worried about you too, Pacey.
Me? Why? Well Because, I mean, Satan himself could lead Dawson into the fiery pits of hell and he would still emerge with his moral code firmly intact.
But you Maybe I think that nobody's worrying about you right now.
So then what you're really saying, then, is that given the highly dysfunctional nature of our relationship this is actually how you express concern for me.
You gotta learn to read between the banter, Pacey.
Right.
So So are we all finished here? No, actually.
There's something else.
Something else? Yeah.
It's just something I've been meaning to tell you.
Look Joey You're lingering on your clutch, okay? You think you're just easing into the gear but it's not a good idea.
You know? Maybe not today or tomorrow but soon you're gonna do a lot of damage to your transmission so, what I was thinking is that I could show you.
Now? Yeah.
- Yeah.
- Okay, Pacey.
Okay.
- Now? - Not now.
- Now? - Now.
Shift.
- I did it.
- Yes, you did.
Congratulations, Potter.
We are finally getting somewhere.

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