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(Pacey is in Dawson's room with him watching an old black and white movie. Dawson works on his computer while Pacey sits holding a fan, trying to cool off. Both are very sweaty.)

Pacey: (speaking into a fan) Luke, I am your father.

Dawson: Pacey, you're monopolizing what's passing for a breeze.

Pacey: Ohh… Dawson, this is gonna go down as one of the most abysmal movie nights ever.

Dawson: You care to elaborate?

Pacey: Well look around you my friend. We're two young happening men in the prime of our lives who can't find anything better to do than sit in some sweat box in the middle of an armpit staining Indian summer, and watch old movies. Correct me if I'm wrong Dawson, but didn't we used to have a couple of really cute girlfriends?

Dawson: That was a long time ago Pace, in a galaxy far far away. God, I can't wrap my head around this film noir stuff, which is making it really difficult to turn out a paper on it.

Pacey: Well of course you can't wrap your head around it Dawson.

Dawson: Excuse me?

Pacey: Well what we're watching here is the cinema of cynicism. No self-respecting son of Spielberg would feel comfortable in a morally ambiguous world populated with hard-boiled anti-heroes and duplicitous femme fatales.

Dawson: You know, could we just reschedule this verbal joust, Pace, it's a little too hot for repartee.

Pacey: Mmm, but this right here, this is celluloid a man like me can relate to. Pacey Whitter is nothing if not the walking talking embodiment of the profaluable protagonist.

Dawson: OK, Johnny anti-hero, explain to me this - how can this guy not know that this woman is setting him up for a fall of epic proportions?

Pacey: Because Dawson, not all of us are as immune to the law of sex as you are. I mean, not all of us would opt for the warm and fuzzy emotional connections over those of, let's say a more physical nature, you know what I mean? Most of us are just big dumb guys happy to sell our souls for the slimmest chance, of gettin' some.

Dawson: Can I quote you on that?

Pacey: Oh yeah. Whitter. Two 't's'. Fun time's over. All this rapid fire deconstruction is making me weary Leery. I think I shall retire to cooler climates, namely the air-conditioned interior of my pops' squad car.

Dawson: Night Pace.

Pacey: Mmm-mm.

(Dawson, clearing up for bed, happens to look out the window and notices a flash light zooming around inside Jen's house. He immediately calls the police.)

911 Operator: Capeside police.

Dawson: Yeah, I'd like to report a possible robbery.

(Dawson is outside with a flashlight when he notices someone exiting Jen's house through a window. He tries to stop the person, and knocks the figure to the ground. It's Eve.)

Eve: Hiya Dawson.

(opening credits. Eve and Dawson are in his bedroom. Dawson is bandaging Eve's elbow.)

Dawson: OK, explanation.

Eve: Ouch! Thanks to your nosy neighbor antics out there Dawson, I fell down and went boom. Kiss and make better?

Dawson: I just called the police. They're going to be here any minute.

Eve: OK, I'll spill. We didn't want you to find out this way Dawson, but me and Jen, we're having us quite the love affaire. Sleepovers, late night pillow fights, brushing each other's hair and clinging to each other's arms. All that groovy stuff that girls do in pretty pink rooms behind close doors.

Dawson: Eve, there was a breaking, there was an entering and there was a flashlight. All that's missing is a ski mask.

Eve: Good God! Not even the suggestion of teen lesbianism can get you off my case. Can't we just… like, make out or something? Make your queries go away.

Dawson: Eve, either you tell me your version or I tell the police mine.

Eve: Fine, do what your big bleeding heart wants Dawson, but here's a filthy four-letter word for you, and don't you dare blush… PSAT baby. Don't you remember where you were when the cataclysmic PSAT scandal of '99 went down? I for sure do.

Dawson: Is that some sort of threat Eve? Might I remind you, you're the one who actually stole the test.

Eve: And may I remind you that you that you are the one who gladly accepted my trial offer. (A knock is heard from downstairs.) So feel free to get all boy scouty on me Dawson. But you should know, I'd get quite the perverse little thrill out of making things profoundly uncomfortable for you and the rest of the Sweet Valley High extras you call your friends.

Dawson: (downstairs, opening front door) Doug. Hi. Ah, my sincerest apologies. I just… I just thought I saw someone next door, but it was actually, just ah, Jen, ah, sneaking in the window so as to not disturb Grams.

Doug: You sure about that Dawson?

Dawson: Yeah… Yeah.

Doug: OK then.

(Dawson goes back to his room, but Eve is long gone. Elsewhere - Jack and Jen are lying on the grass looking up at the stars.)

Jack: I saw an article in this magazine once, where they put this thing up in the sky so that kids studying astronomy could track something during the night, and I think that is it right… or maybe that's it.

Jen: What… you expect me to believe there's some sort of giant disco ball orbiting the earth?

Jack: OK, when you put it like that it does sound kinda stupid. Maybe we should start thinking of getting out of here.

Jen: I don't think so. Not before the main event. C'mon, we got the stars… we got the moonlight… it's perfect.

Jack: Yeah, right! Lying in the grass on a hot Indian summer night with your gay best friend. That's your definition of perfect?

Jen: A girl could do a lot worse.

Jack: C'mon Jen, I know you too well. You can't tell me there's someone else you'd rather be star gazing with?

Jen: OK, you got me. Matt Damon.

Jack: Yeah right.

Jen: What, you don't approve? OK, I'll have to go with Ben Affleck then. Well, he has that scruffy, indie-cred appeal. Well?

Jack: No comment. Besides, I was talking more about the realm of say, possible… Henry, for instance?

Jen: The freshman?

Jack: Yeah, the guy paid 500 bucks just to kiss you? You gotta admit, that's kind of sweet.

Jen: Jack, Jack, Jack, my naïve little pet, it's the sweet ones that you have to watch out for. They'll run over you like a Mack truck.

Jack: Well Henry's harmless. Besides, he worships you.

Jen: He's a teenage boy. He'll worship anything in a Wonderbra. Besides, I'm already sleeping with the best looking guy on the football team. And best friends are nothing to sneeze at. God, I remember when I first met Joey and Dawson. I was so envious of what they had, all that history.

Jack: Then that whole boyfriend/girlfriend thing kicked in.

Jen: See, that's what's so great about us. Sex will never come between you and me.

(Water sprinklers come on. The two get up quickly, trying to grab their stuff and get off the grass.)

Jen: Oh God. Jack, Jack, get the quilt, get the quilt.

Jack: Not so tough now are you, Homecoming Queen?

(The Marina - Joey is cleaning out a boat.)

Rob: C'mon Potter, take a break. Hydrate yourself.

Joey: No thanks, I'm fine.

Rob: I insist. It would look very bad for the Logan family if you got heatstroke on me and died.

Joey: It's nice to know you care. (Joey takes the drink and sits in the shade of the boat.)

Rob: (takes off shirt and throws it in Joey's lap) How can it possibly be this hot at 7:30 in the morning? Is this going to offend your delicate sensibilities?

Joey: (not wanting to touch it, uses the mop handle to fling it back at Rob) I'll probably swoon with excitement. But seeing as though I need this job to support my sister and nephew, I will just choose to look the other way.

Rob: So Potter, what do you say, you and me at the movies tonight?

Joey: Oh joy. Is this the part of the work day where you get inappropriate?

Rob: That depends on what your answer is.

Joey: My answer is… ask me again in two years when I am legal.

Rob: You watch, Potter. Some other lucky lady is going to take me up on this offer and you're gonna be green with envy.

Joey: I think I can live with that possibility.

(Rob picks up the hose and sprays Joey with it.)

Joey: Stop it. Stop.

Rob: It's just water.

Joey: Stop it. Stop it.

Rob: C'mon. What, are all teenage girls as uptight as you?

Joey: No, just the ones with half a brain.

(The next scene cuts back and forth between Dawson at the school's office, and at the strip club where Eve worked.)

Secretary: You say this girl is a very close friend?

Dawson: Yes.

Secretary: And yet you don't have the slightest idea where she lives?

Club Owner: Oh, sorry kid, we're closed.

Dawson: I'm not here for the titillation sir. I'm actually looking for a girl I go to school with. She used to work here.

Secretary: What's the name?

Dawson: Whitman, Eve Whitman. (at the strip club) She's tall, leggy, blonde, genetically engineered to corrupt the male species.

Secretary: Sorry to be the bearer of bad news young man, but someone's been playing games with you.

Dawson: What do you mean?

Club Owner: How old are you? Sixteen?

Dawson: Yeah.

Club Owner: If you're sixteen, that means you're under age. And if you're under age, you would never be permitted into my establishment. And if you're going to school with one of my girls that means she would be under age as well. So, what can be take away from today's tutorial?

Secretary: There is not, there was not, there never has been, an Eve Whitman enrolled at Capeside High.

(In the hallway, Henry and Jack walk and talk together.)

Henry: C'mon, C'mon, let's go already.

Jack: I don't see why we have to practice in this heat. It's got to violate, like a thousand child endangerment laws.

Henry: Yeah, yeah, yeah, talk to the hand. Listen, if we're late, big bad Mitch is gonna kick our…(stares off ahead.)

Jack: Our what?

Henry: Don't look. She's coming, she's coming this way. Just act normal.

Jack: Henry, when she comes over, just ask her out alright, OK, 'cause this is ridiculous.

Henry: It's not that easy. You don't know how hard it is for me to talk to her. Look at her. Look, she's like this perfect thing.

Jack: You think she looks good in that, you should see her in a towel. (Henry stares at Jack's comment as Jen approaches.)

Jen: Boys, do I have good news. The ice-cream man, right outside. (offers some Popsicle to them) Wanna lick?

Jack: No thanks.

Jen: Henry?

(Henry makes some noise with his throat.)

Jen: Mm-mm no? (Henry shakes his head no) OK, suit yourself. (to Jack) See you later?

Jack: Yeah.

Jen: Bye Henry.

Henry: You see. You see what happens to me, why I can't ask her out? She gets within three feet of me and it's like my hard drive crashes. I go pre-verbal. Probably if I asked her out, I'd hurl all over her like that little kid from Southpark.

Jack: OK. So, what if you didn't have to ask her out?

Henry: You mean like you could get her to ask me out? I'm so down with that feminist stuff.

Jack: Henry, I'm good, but not that good. No. What if your first date was like, umm, was like kismet? You know, fate? Two people just happen to be at the exact same place at the exact same time.

(Out on the street, Dawson approaches Doug who is writing tickets for parked cars.)

Doug: Dawson Leery. How are things that go bump in the night?

Dawson: Deputy Whitter. I was wondering if I could pose a hypothetical?

Doug: Pose away.

Dawson: I'm working on a screenplay. It's a film noir piece with a cop protagonist and I was wondering if I could pick your brain on a few story points?

Doug: How can I help?

Dawson: Well I could use some help with procedure actually. I'm stuck at the part where the hero is trying to track down the femme fatale who's all but disappeared at this point. Now how would a law enforcement professional such as yourself go about finding someone who doesn't want to be found?

Doug: Well, that's a good question Dawson. Now, part of police work is knowing who your enemy is. So let me ask you this… who is this girl?

Dawson: She's kind of a lost soul. I mean she comes off like, sort of a wild child, but I think there's something really sweet and vulnerable underneath all the posturing.

Doug: Laundromat.

Dawson: Come again?

Doug: Laundromat.

Dawson: A laundromat?

Doug: Ah-huh.

Dawson: Really.

Doug: Yeah. You know Dawson, in a small town such as Capeside, everybody, except for those with questionable hygiene sensibilities of course, has to do their laundry at some point.

Dawson: So you're saying you'd stake out the laundromat?

Doug: Exactly.

(Dawson is sitting outside the laundromat. Pacey walks up with a drink.)

Pacey: Obsession is not a pretty thing my friend.

Dawson: C'mon, doesn't it bother you?

Pacey: What? That we don't know all about Eve?

Dawson: Yeah.

Pacey: Let me give you a little life lesson from the Whitter vault, Dawson.

Dawson: Ah, God.

Pacey: There are some women, who come onto the movie set that is your life and function solely as day players. They'll show up, they know their dialogue, they'll hit their marks, they'll occasionally steal a scene or two from you, but they will remain always and forever an impenetrable mystery.

Dawson: But Eve, barged into my life and stirred things up, for her own amusement.

Pacey: Correct me if I'm wrong Dawson, but didn't she try to go where no girl has gone before?

Dawson: Synopsize with me. She works at a strip club, but she doesn't. Alright, she says she goes to our school, but she doesn't. She appears, she disappears. She reappears without rhyme or reason. Who the hell is this girl?

Pacey: OK, simmer down Dawson. This girl is giving you a meltdown. God. All right, this is what I propose. You and I take a little trip down to the video store. You want film noir right? How about that one with Matt Dillon, where he has that really outstanding threesome with Neve Campbell and that chick from Starship Troopers?

(Dawson thinks about this, and stands up.)

Pacey: Yeah. Oh hey, one more thing. My brother, he uh, gave you the laundromat speech didn't he?

Dawson: Yeah.

(The two start off when they notice Eve buying a Popsicle from the ice cream vendor.)

Pacey: Yo. (They hide behind a fountain) Now, Deputy Doug's laundromat theory may be all well and good, but it's a tad too Andy of Mayberry for my taste. Given my druthers, I'd much prefer a share of dad's dissertation on how to pin a tail on a suspect. Watch and learn my friend.

(Pacey and Dawson begin to follow Eve. At the Marina - Joey is working when she hears the service bell sound.)

Rob: Ah, Miss, a little service here please.

Joey: Very funny.

Rob: I'm serious. I've got my father's C-Right cruiser over there. Can you fill it up for me, I don't want to get gas all over myself. I'm on a date here.

Joey: So I'll smell. Ah, you may have gone a little overboard on the CK-One.

Rob: Wait 'til you see her Potter, she's a real cutie. About you age too. Better dresser though. Not so uptight about showing off a little skin. I'm gonna get so lucky tonight.

Joey: Don't tell me you actually found some high school girl so riddled with insecurities that she'd fall for your minor league Englelbert Humpernick impersonations?

Andie: (coming out from below the deck of Rob's boat) Hey Joey! Isn't this great. I was at the country club today with my dad, 'cause he's thinking about joining, and I ran into Rob.

Joey: I didn't know you two knew each other.

Andie: Oh yeah, he went to prep school with my brother Tim. (to Rob) So did you know Joey and I were friends?

Rob: Well, I had a sneaking suspicion. After all, it is a small town.

Joey: So Andie, where is moneybags taking you tonight? All the way down to the Bahamas and back?

Andie: No. You know, we're just going to the movies. It's too hot to do anything else.

Rob: Well almost anything else.

Andie: That wasn't a sexual overture was it?

Rob: Shh, not in front of the K-I-D (pointing at Joey. Andie giggles).

Joey: I'm all finished here.

Rob: Great. Here you go Potter, (slipping a $20 in Joey's breast pocket) buy yourself something pretty.

Joey: (giving it back) Save it for bail money.

Rob: OK, let's see what this puppy can do.

Andie: Bye Joey.

(Henry is at Jen and Jack's spot, setting a blanket out. He reads some words off his hand.)

Henry: What a beautiful spot this is.

(Jen shows up.)

Jen: Henry?

Henry: Ah… Ah…

Jen: Are you OK?

Henry: Ahh…

Jen: Gulp once for yes, twice for no.

(Henry gulps once.)

Jen: Once! OK. What's on your hand?

Henry: Ah, nothing. Jen?

Jen: Yeah?

Henry: You… you're awesome. You look awesome, you smell awesome, everything about you is awesome. I… I just wanted you to know that.

Jen: Good to know. So what are you doing here?

Henry: Hanging… out. You know, same thing you are, just… just hanging, out.

Jen: Actually, I'm just waiting for Jack.

Henry: Oh, well, Jack couldn't be here tonight. 'Cause you see, he had these other plans, important plans, so… so he sent me instead.

Jen: OK, I think I know where this is going. Continue.

Henry: Um, that's it… that's it.

Jen: Out with it Henry.

Henry: Well, I guess he thought if you were here, and I were here and we were… (Jen says at the same time:) HERE… together, that it would sort of be like a date. You know, like our first date.

Jen: You know Henry, I know you're new at this being all of uh, I don't know what… fourteen?

Henry: Fifteen.

Jen: OK, Fifteen. Dating is a consensual activity that usually involves some sort of pre-arrangement. Next time don't skip the part where you ask me.

(Jen leaves. Henry picks up his blanket and walks off. On the docks, Pacey and Dawson have followed Eve to a boat, which she boards.)

Pacey: And the plot thickens, my friend.

(The two watch the silhouette of Eve changing - their mouths basically hanging open in awe. Eve exits the boat as they duck back down, and Pacey starts to follow her.)

Dawson: Where're you going?

Pacey: What, are you daft man? I'm going after her. That girl is in dire need of following.

Dawson: You go follow her. I'm gonna stay here and check out that boat.

Pacey: Sure, now you're thinking, Butch.

(Dawson enters the boat and starts to look around. He finds a photo of a blonde woman.)

Doug: Hands up, you're under arrest!

(Dawson raises his hands above his head slowly, but not before slipping the picture into his pocket. Out on the pier now.)

Doug: Dawson Leery. Why am I not surprised? Let me guess, research for your screenplay?

Dawson: No, a friend of mine lives here.

Doug: This friend wouldn't be by any chance be your mysterious femme fatale would she?

Dawson: No. Nothing as lurid as that I'm afraid, just a friend.

Doug: Oh, funny. I never figured you to be the type to be pals with oxygenarians.

Dawson: Come again?

Doug: That boat, on which you were very much a trespasser, belongs to a Mr and Mrs Paul Stepmonk. A sweet little couple, somewhere in their late eighties.

Dawson: Oh.

Doug: Yeah, oh. The Stepmonks are big fans of Capeside, but only in the summer time. They spend the rest of their golden years in New York City.

Dawson: I ah, must of clambered aboard the wrong boat then.

Doug: Maybe you did clamber wrong. Then again, maybe your friend is the one we've been looking for.

Dawson: What do you mean?

Doug: Couple of weeks ago somebody stole a speed boat from the marina and took it for a little joy ride.

Dawson: Speed boat. Really?

Doug: You wouldn't know anything about that, would you Dawson?

Dawson: No. I mean, why would I?

Doug: Look Dawson, I know that you're a good kid, but something is going on with you. All of a sudden, you're the boy who cried 911, you pose thinly veiled questions to an officer of the law, and all of this somehow revolves around some mysterious femme fatale. Which of course, begs the question… is there something you have to tell me, Dawson?

(Here to the rescue, Pacey shows up.)

Pacey: Deputy Doug in the house!

Doug: Oh, I should have known. Wherever there's smoke, there's my imbecilic little brother.

Pacey: Doug, if I've told you once, I've told you a million times, despite his dapper Gap clad appearance, my friend Dawson does not play for you team, OK? You're just going to have to find another date to the policeman's ball.

Doug: Little brother, your obsession with my sexuality is just plain… weird. Look, do I have to talk to dad again, huh?

Pacey: Doug, it may not be today, it may not be tomorrow, and it might not even be the day after that. But one of these days you're going to go to your mailbox and open it up, and that Advocate cover story, will be yours. The copy's gonna read: "Good Cop, Gay Cop - The Dougie Whitter Story". And I'm telling you Doug, we are gonna be so proud of you. Really, truly.

Doug: I am NOT gay!! Now both of you, off this dock now! I mean it.

(Doug walks off.)

Dawson: So?

Pacey: She's a squirrelly one, lost me like that (snaps his fingers).

(Rialto movie theatre - Joey sees Rob sitting in the theater, and then bumps into Andie coming out of the bathroom.)

Andie: Oh my God, Joey. What are you doing here? It doesn't matter, c'mere. Isn't this great? Me on a date with Rob Logan, Senator Logan's son. I mean his parents are loaded. Not that that matters, but it doesn't hurt either, and he's so cute.

Joey: Slow down Andie, OK? Rob Logan is not a nice guy. And since I started working for him my life has become one gigantic leer fest. He's a creep to an exponential degree.

Andie: OK, Joey, this may come as a surprise to you, but not everybody minds being looked at as a sexual object.

Joey: The guy hits on me daily in a wide variety of creative and not so creative ways. First day, he walked in on my while I was changing my clothes.

Andie: Why are you trying to ruin this for me?

Joey: Look, I'm not trying to ruin anything. I just thought you should know what kind of a guy Rob Logan really is.

Andie: Joey, guys is hardly your area of expertise. I mean, between Dawson and my gay brother… I'm sorry but it's true. I mean, you're not exactly sophisticated when it comes to dealing with guys.

Joey: Get a grip, OK. This is not about me.

Andie: Yeah, it is Joey. I mean, you're still fixated on Dawson. And you're so closed off to any new experience that a guy so much as looks at you and you freak out. Joey, staying home every Friday night isn't going to bring him back.

Joey: And going out with a nimrod like Rob Logan is a recipe for recovery? Andie, if you think this little escapade is going to help you get over Pacey you…

Andie: Joey. I'm moving on with my life. Somehow, I though you of all people would understand that and be happy for me. I guess I was wrong.

(Andie joins Rob in the theater.)

Andie: Sorry.

Rob: I was getting worried. You missed the previews and dancing candy.

Andie: Sorry, long line.

Rob: This is going to be great.

Joey: Excuse me. Coming through. Sorry. Sorry. (climbing over people, she makes her way to Andie and sits next to her.)

Andie: Joey, what are you doing?

Joey: These are great seats. Regular or diet? I couldn't remember so I got both.

Andie: No. Get out of here now.

Joey: Andie, in the light of the day, you can psychoanalyze me all you want, but I am not leaving you alone with this guy.

Rob: What the hell's going on here Potter?

Joey: Do you like nachos? Personally, I find them to be one of the more disgusting innovations in movie food. I mean, all this congealed stuff, it's not even cheese you know, it's kind of cheese food. Here, try them.

Andie: (to Rob) I'm sorry, I didn't know.

Joey: Now this is comic gold, this stuff. (offering Rob some candy) Goober?

(Gram's house - Jack is raiding the fridge)

Grams: There's ice-cream in the freezer.

Jack: Oh yeah. Ever since I started playing football, I've been eating you out of house and home, huh?

Grams: No problem.

Jack: I just wish I felt a little more like was earning my keep around here.

Grams: But you are. You are making my granddaughter happy, happier than I've seen her in quite a long while.

(Jen enters, slamming the door behind her.)

Grams: Oh Jennifer, you scared me half to death.

Jen: I'm sorry Grams. Getting surprised really sucks doesn't it Jack?

Grams: Jennifer…

Jen: This is between Jack and I. So how does it work? Do you take cash? Credit card? And is it just Henry, or am I going to have to service the whole football team?

Jack: Now calm down, you're overreacting.

Grams: Which one of you is going to tell me what's going on here?

Jack: I… I just thought I'd do a favor for a friend so I set him up. I thought it'd be romantic.

Jen: About as romantic as a car-jacking.

Jack: Jen, he's just a kid. A nice kid, and he likes you.

Jen: Oh yeah, he's a real nice kid. He stares at me like I'm a pornographic fantasy come to life.

Jack: That's because he's infatuated with you.

Jen: Well I'm not infatuated with him, and I told you that a thousand times and you didn't listen to me. You took his side.

Jack: I didn't take anybody's side. I… I just…

Jen: Wanted to get you little football friend lucky. Well sorry. (she leaves.)

(Dawson's bedroom - He walks in and finds Eve sitting on his window sill.)

Dawson: What the hell are you doing in my room?

Eve: I want my picture back.

Dawson: And I want some answers.

Eve: Well Dawson, what would you like to know?

Dawson: I'd like to know why every single word out of your mouth has been a lie. Why you claim to be a high school student and you're not. Why you're living in a yacht that doesn't belong to you. I want to know once and for all, who you are.

Eve: You have every right to ask those questions Dawson, and I promise you, the answers are forthcoming.

Dawson: I'm sick and tired of being toyed with. Ever since you slam danced your way into my life I wrecked my fathers boat…

Eve: That was so worth every penny and you know it.

Dawson: It's been one disaster after another.

Eve: I turn a dork into a stud in a matter of weeks and this is my thank you note? Where's the love?

Dawson: Eve, the fake amoral routine is really old.

Eve: Is that what you think I am? Amoral?

Dawson: Either that or a criminal.

Eve: Sticks and stones, Dawson. Now give me back my picture.

Dawson: Eve, for the last time, what were you doing in Grams' house?

Eve: Looking for something to steal, to get bus money out of here. There. Satisfied? Now give it to me.

Dawson: Not until you tell me how a faded old snapshot could mean so much to someone so cold and detached as you.

Eve: You're right Dawson, I never was a student. The yacht… not mine, I was sort of squatting. And that girl is my mother Dawson. Whom I've never met. Whom I'm trying to find. And that picture is my only clue.

Dawson: Talk, I'll listen.

Eve: OK, let's see. Where to begin. How about last Christmas as I was rummaging around in the attic, looking for some wrapping paper, I found the photo in question, of the girl that bears me an uncanny resemblance.

Dawson: What did you do?

Eve: I asked my folks of course.

Dawson: And?

Eve: Painted into a corner Mom and Major dad finally told me the truth.

Dawson: That you were adopted.

Eve: That's right. No more calls, we have a winner.

Dawson: What did you do?

Eve: Nothing. Very strangely, I had no angst whatsoever. It's only after it crept up on me that I had this estrogen charged urged to seek out the missing pieces of the puzzle.

Dawson: Which brings you to Capeside. Why?

Eve: All I know about my birth mother is that she lived somewhere in this part of the country, near the ocean, so I've been travelling up and down the eastern seaboard, asking questions along the way, hoping to get lucky.

Dawson: And have you?

Eve: Depends on what you mean. No Dawson, I haven't found her. Not yet anyway, and not here. Which means it's time for me to move on. So ends another installment in my melodrama.

Dawson: It's more movie of the week than film noir.

Eve: With an itch.

Dawson: A lot of itch. I don't know Eve, call me gullible, but… it's time I actually believe you. (hands her back the photo).

Eve: Thanks Dawson. You're a hugely sweet boy. And you're right, I play with you. I do that I guess. I move into a new town and chances are that I'm not staying forever, so I play a role. That way no one can get close to me. And believe me, most guys are content with me, the actress. But you dug at me. You wanted to see inside my screwed up little soul.

Dawson: Yeah, well I mean, once you get past the lying, and the stealing, and the using a sex as a weapon, there's a lot of good stuff in there.

Eve: (laughing) I hope I haven't done anything irredeemable? Because I like to think you'll remember me once in a while and smile.

Dawson: Well riding my father's boat was always enlist a giggle or three.

Eve: See, there you go. Maybe I'll even get a footnote in the unauthorized biography.

Dawson: You might just warrant a whole chapter.

Eve: I'll be checking the credits for you Dawson.

Dawson: Take care Eve.

(Jack finds Jen at their spot and sits with her.)

Jack: Should I just fall on my sword now, or wait until the battle's over?

Jen: What do I care? Either way you're a dead man.

Jack: Look, uh, this whole Henry thing, you got it all wrong. I didn't do it for him, I did it for you. I'm serious. I just wanted to show you that the things that you want are there for the taking. You just, you know, believe you deserve them.

Jen: You don't get it. This was our place. Yours and mine. Doesn't that mean something to you?

Jack: Yeah, of course it does. But don't you want more?

Jen: No. Not from us. Jack, I've had lovers, I've had boyfriends, but what I've never had is a boy who was first and last a friend. Who wasn't secretly trying to get in my pants, or wouldn't walk away from me the second I said I didn't want to sleep with him. Who liked me… for me. Unless you've recently decided to be bisexual? You know, I think you setting me up was a lot more about you than it was me.

Jack: Come on, give me a break. I do not have a secret crush on Henry Parker.

Jen: Neither do I, but that's not what I'm talking about. I mean that… maybe it's you who's lonely for the relationship.

Jack: Well maybe I am. But this isn't exactly New York where gay kids are tripping over each other coming out of the closet. This is Capeside, gay population: one. It's me. I'm it.

Jen: Jack, you're going to have a love life. You're going to have a fantastic love life. It's gonna be awesome, and terrifying, and, and when it happens it's going to change your whole life.

Jack: Yeah, it's easy for you to say.

Jen: I know it is. You have to have faith that sometimes things happen when they're least expected.

(The sprinklers come on suddenly.)

Jen: See what I mean.

(They dance around in the water. At the Marina - Joey is working when Andie approaches.)

Joey: Hey. Step-puppy isn't here yet. You must have kept him out pretty late last night.

Andie: OK, nothing happened. And not that you deserve an explanation, but right after the movie he walked me to my front door, and he was a perfect gentleman.

Joey: Yeah, he's a prince all right. Prince of darkness.

(Rob walks over to them.)

Andie: Hey Rob.

Rob: Slacking off on the job again Potter?

Andie: You know, Joey and I, just girl talk.

Rob: Yeah, I know. So last night, quite a threesome. Only next time I want to be in the middle. It was quite an unexpected pleasure though, I mean, I assumed you were working. Don't we usually stay open until eight on Friday nights?

Joey: Nobody ever comes in after seven, you know that Rob.

Rob: Just answer the question Potter.

Joey: Yeah, we usually stay open until eight on Fridays.

Rob: You're fired.

Joey: What!

Rob: You heard me. I'm in charge here, and it is unacceptable for an employee to close early without my permission.

Joey: Oh, yeah. And that's really why you're firing me Rob.

Rob: Spare me the adolescent mini-drama Potter. You're fired because you closed early, end of story.

Andie: Joey, um, she can explain. I mean this is all just a really big misunderstanding.

Joey: Don't bother Andie.

Rob: Nice working with you Potter.

Joey: You know what Rob? The day your out-of-whack libido lands you in so deep that not even daddy can save your ass, don't call me as a character witness. Rot in hell!

(Grams house - Dawson is at the door with a portable air-conditioner.)

Grams: Oh, my word. Beware of heretics bearing the air-conditioner.

Dawson: My father's orders. He wanted me to take this extra of ours over to you.

(Dawson carries it into the room and drops it on the floor. He looks over the room and notices a picture on a table. The picture is of a woman that looks very similar to the woman in Eve's photo.)

Dawson: Mrs. Ryan, who is that in that picture?

Grams: Well that's our Lord, Jesus Christ, as interpreted by one of our gifted Sunday School students.

Dawson: I meant the one below it.

Grams: That's my daughter Helen. She can't have been more than eighteen there as I recall. It was right before she went away to college.

Dawson: So that's Jen's mom?

Grams: I have only one daughter, Dawson Leery.

(Jen and Eve share the same mother. End credits.)