""Baby"" "All right." "Great movie." "Thanks a lot." "I gotta go." "Yo, Jo, slow down." "What's the rush?" "Hate to cut the festivities short, but Bessie's due next week and she needs extra help." "Come on, Bodie can take care of anything Bessie needs." "You can't leave now." "We've only watched one movie." "We never watch one movie on movie night." "Well, first time for everything." "A night of firsts all around." "What are you talking about?" "I'm talking about the obvious which I know we've tried to ignore." "But it's easy to see that I've intruded on a very personal ritual here and clearly my presence is making you uncomfortable." "So I'll tell you what." "You watch another movie, I'll just go." "You don't have to do that." "No, it's okay." "You and I have decided to slow things down so I'm sure that a few hours apart won't kill us." "Besides, Grams has been on the warpath, meaning once Joey leaves there's no way she's going to trust you and I alone." "So I should go." "Don't leave on my account." "I'm not interested in ruining anyone's evening." "No, no, it's not you at all." "Don't take it personally." "Great!" "Settled!" "Next issue." "What to watch?" "This is no solution, Joey." "If we both stay, we're going to be in the same uncomfortable position all night." "So let me get this straight." "Movie night has been reduced to the following:" "You can't stay if she leaves because your grandmother wouldn't permit it." "You can't stay if she stays because it's awkward." "Yeah." "And you can't stay if she leaves because you've driven her away." "And you can't stay if she's here because it ruins movie night for you." "Well put." "Since this is my house, we assume that I can't go anywhere." "According to my calculations, that leaves one option." "Good night, Dawson." "Wait a minute." "I'll see you tomorrow." "Don't stay up too late." "Movie night...." "Way too complicated." "Good morning, sweetheart." "How are we feeling this morning?" "Well, if you're nauseous and swollen and irritable also I'd say we're feeling exactly the same way." "Look at the bright side." "Your due date's the 22nd." "In a week, this will all be over." "A week?" "This cannot last another week." "It's inhumane." "I don't sleep anymore." "My legs are fat." "My back is killing me." "I feel like retching 23 hours a day." "Do you know the gestation period for the fruit bat is two months?" "Two months." "That's fair." "That's reasonable." "Why can't I give birth to a fruit bat?" "Because we're about 80% sure you're human." "Do you still live here?" "Unfortunately." "When's your interview?" "Today after work." "That new French restaurant over in Hyannis." "If you don't like it here, no one's stopping you from moving out." "In most states, you'd be considered an adult." "Oh, that's funny." "'Cause you wouldn't." "Bodie." "Come on." "Your sister isn't feeling very well today." "How about taking it easy on her, okay?" "Look, I know the matriarch's been a handful lately but she's due next week." "Once the baby comes she'll be back to her old self again." "But that's what I'm afraid of." "What in heaven's name is this?" "It's a calendar, Grams." "It's a filthy calendar." "No, it's an art calendar." "Before you get apoplectic on me these photographs hang in the world's finest art galleries." "I don't care who's hanging them." "In my house, we don't ogle naked men." "No, we pray to them, right?" "Don't you dare compare the two!" "My Lord, Jennifer, what has happened to you?" "To the little girl I used to know?" "Who I took to Sunday school when she would visit me each summer?" "And who once showed respect for the Church and its teachings?" "She's considered possible scenarios detailing a God-like source and she's found them unconvincing." "While she respects those who choose to believe in a higher being she herself does not." "Simply put, Grams, she grew up." "Perhaps." "Perhaps she just thinks she did." "I think we should go out this weekend, just you and me." "We usually do, Pacey." "No, we don't go out." "We stay in." "We first invent some school-related reason why I need to come over on a Friday night and then we lock the doors and close the blinds so that none of the townsfolk could see us together." "You're having trouble acknowledging the fact that we have a relationship but you have to admit, there's something going on here." "Yes, there is something." "Right." "So I think we should start acting like it." "Going out in public together." "It'll be great, like a real couple." "Pacey, that's sweet, but it's hardly practical." "It doesn't have to be in Capeside." "We can go down to Providence, okay?" "We'll have dinner, catch a movie." "Nobody knows us down there." "We'll be just like all the dysfunctional couples out for a good time on Saturday night." "So, what do you say?" "Will you go out with me, Miss Jacobs?" "She said she'd go to Providence with you?" "Well, she didn't say yes, but she didn't say no, either." "She gave me that "l really want to, Pacey, but I just can't" look." "The way I figure, once I get my learner's permit this woman's gonna cave completely." "What are you doing?" "Well, you know." "You really can't be too careful with this information." "I really feel for you, Pace." "Trying to get Miss Jacobs out of the bedroom." "Listen, this relationship is not all about sex, okay?" "I mean, luckily for me, some of it is." "I better get going." "I don't want your girlfriend to think I'm standing her up." "Hey, you gotta be careful too." "Don't worry." "Man!" "Okay, it wasn't easy but I think I found an upside to my parents' marital woes." "Mitch and Gale are off to couples' therapy." "They've left Leery Manor in my possession" "That's nice, but" "Nice?" "I was hoping for something more illicit than that." "Listen, there's this weird Pacey rumor going around school." "Have you heard this?" "He finally handed an assignment in on time?" "Not exactly, and it's not just about Pacey." "It also involves Miss Jacobs." "What about them?" "Let's just say that for a student and teacher they have an exceptionally close relationship." "So close, in fact, it's considered illegal in about 35 states." "Maybe we can still nip this in the bud." "Who told you?" "Who didn't tell me, Dawson?" "It's out there." "It's prevalent." "We gotta find Pacey." "Dawson, is it true?" "Dawson" "I can never lie to you." "I told you that before." "So do me a favor." "Pretend you never asked me that question." "You guys won't believe what I just heard." "Somehow, I think I will." "Hey!" "Joey heard that Kenny Leaverton was smoking in one of the stalls." "Overheard everything." "Well, that figures." "My life's been going too well lately." "Something had to balance that out." "Come on, it's not that bad." "I really appreciate that effort, Dawson, but it really is that bad." "Let's be honest." "It's worse." "This is cataclysmic." "This is one of those milestone events that separates the first half of your life from everything that follows." "My only consolation is the faint hope that this does not reach Tamara." "So you know, if you would just allow me a moment to drop my chin into my chest and feel really sorry for myself..." "...it'd be much appreciated." "Look, Pacey." "Granted this is not good, but you can control this now." "It's the wrong time for the Obi-Wan moment, Dawson." "The only thing worse than a rumor is a substantiated rumor." "If you walk out that door doing the whole "woe is me" thing it's admitting it's all true." "But if you go through those halls like you couldn't care less like this is the most ridiculous thing then this whole thing could be dead and buried by sixth period." "I can do that." "I can be cool, casual a smile, a wink." "An easy stride through the home ec wing." "Like nothing happened, right?" "Like I got not a care in the world." "Yeah." "Absolutely!" "Romeo and Juliet offers perhaps the most notable exploration of the "forbidden fruit" theme that we'll examine this year." "Not anymore." "Mr. Witter." "You're late." "Probably resting up from last night." "Hey, man, settle a bet." "Real or silicone?" "Keep up the running commentary, Mr. Twitchell and I'll see you after class." "You promise?" "All right." "Settle down!" "Now, where were we?" "Forbidden fruit." "Hey, jailbait." "Feel free to keep on walking." "I won't think you're rude." "Look, despite first impressions, I'm not here to bust on you." "I don't know if the rumors are true or exaggerated or if this is one of your attempts to appear more attractive to the girls but I just wanted to say I know what you must be going through." "No, I really doubt you know what I'm going through." "Well, let me see." "People stare when you walk down the hall." "We've seen that." "They whisper behind your back." "You overhear your name in the conversation of strangers." "Soon, a justifiable paranoia sets in." "Whether they are or not, you're convinced everyone's talking." "Imagine if you'd done something even worse." "Like what?" "Sharing a house with your pregnant, unwed sister and her black boyfriend while your father serves time on a drug conviction." "Imagine that, Pacey." "We actually have something in common:" "Providing gossip for the small-minded townsfolk." "And unfortunately for you you're tonight's top story." "Great." "So, what do I do now?" "Same thing I did." "You pray like hell for a better story to come along." "Gram's way of dealing with my point of view is to pretend that it doesn't exist, which, of course, infuriates me." "It causes me to speak emotionally rather than rationally and I become rude and defensive, and give her more of a reason to dismiss my viewpoints." "It's like we're locked in this awful, vicious cycle." "You've got to do something." "You can't ignore her until you go to college." "I can't?" "Great." "There goes plan A." "There she is, right on schedule." "Keeping an ever-vigilant eye over my wanton lifestyle." "Okay, I'll see you tonight, all right?" "All right." "Dinner's at 6." "I'd like you washed up and at the table then, please." "Bessie?" "Bessie!" "Joey!" "I'm so glad you're here." "What happened?" "Are you okay?" "It's nothing, really." "I was on the way to the clinic." "I guess I had a little mishap." "I didn't know you had an appointment." "I don't." "My next appointment isn't until my due date on the 22nd but my hunch is, I'll probably have to reschedule." "Why?" "Because I'm fairly certain I'm in labor." "Oh, my God!" "We have to move the truck" "Joey, it's under control." "But I need to call an ambulance." "And since our telephone isn't exactly in working order at this moment" "It's not?" "No." "Which means the nearest phone belongs to your friend Dawson and I need you to get me there ASAP." "Dawson's house may be the closest, but it's not the most convenient." "I mean, there's really only one way to get there from here." "Don't worry, Bessie." "I'll get us there." "At the rate you're going, the two of us is going to be the three of us." "Come on!" "Give me those." "You're rowing like a girl." "I'm gonna start calling you Josephine." "I thought you were supposed to be some expert oarsman." "Yeah, and you were supposed to give birth next week in a hospital." "Oh, my God, Bessie!" "The boat's leaking!" "It's not the boat, Joey." "Then what is it?" "He's not?" "Can you have Pacey call me when he gets back?" "Dawson?" "Thank you." "Joey, I'm glad you're here." "I'm worried about Pacey." "I can't find him." "No time to talk, Dawson." "My sister's having her baby." "Cool!" "Congratulations." "On your lawn." "What?" "Okay, yeah, sure, but l" "I understand." "Yeah, please." "I'll hold." "What are they saying?" "The good news is, the ambulance is on its way." "The bad news is it's stopping at Duxbury first." "Duxbury?" "That's an hour away." "Traffic accident." "Major pileup." "Childbirth not a high priority." "But they're getting me an ETA." "One hospital with one ambulance and no doctor within 30 miles?" "Another hidden joy of living in the middle of nowhere." "Yes, I'm still here." "How long?" "Did you reach Bodie?" "Where's Bodie?" "The lce House said he caught the bus for Hyannis already." "They're gonna get here as soon as they can but they just can't make any guarantees." "Listen, you sorry-ass civil servant." "This is the mother-to-be talking." "Maybe I'm not in the tax bracket that guarantees a prompt response but I have a shoe full of amniotic fluid my pelvis is beating like a rumba band and I'm in danger of having my child delivered by high school students!" "So stop making excuses, get off your oversized backside and get us an ambulance before my fetus enters college!" "Terrific." "I'm sure they'll be right on their way." "Let's not have this conversation, Pacey." "What conversation?" "The one where you apologize to me and tend to my wounded heart explaining why you're not to blame for opening up your big mouth." "I only told Dawson." "I didn't know Kenny was in that bathroom." "There was one boundary placed on this relationship, Pacey." "Not sex, not true intimacy...." "Only one:" "You don't talk about it!" "You don't tell your friends." "You don't brag to your classmates." "I wonder if discretion is too adult a concept for a boy to grasp." "I just" "I want you to hear my side of the story." "It's not what you think." "You can't tell me anything I haven't already heard in the teachers' lounge." "Yes, that's right." "We're already the talk of the faculty." "It's only a matter of time before the administration gets wind of it." "And then the school board." "And maybe, if we're really lucky the district attorney." "Tamara, I'm sorry." "This morning, you suggested we do more of the things that couples do." "Well, I've got one idea that fits the bill." "Let's break up." "Where's the damn ambulance?" "It's coming, Bess." "It's coming." "Bodie is not an option." "What are we gonna do?" "We're not qualified." "We haven't even finished high school biology." "There's got to be somebody who knows what to do in this situation." "What is this?" "Standard King James Edition." "Old and New Testament." "Though I am partial to the later chapters." "You know what I'm partial to?" "To people who respect my privacy and the right I have to my own beliefs." "And I know that atheism is about the least desirable trait any granddaughter of yours could ever possess but it's nothing you should take personally." "And it's not just God." "I don't have a whole lot of faith in man these days." "Look, I know you don't like me or approve of my family and you can think of 80 reasons why Bessie and Bodie are sinners but my sister is next door in Dawson's house giving birth and of those 80 reasons, I can't think of any the baby's responsible for." "So if you remember that as a nurse, you took an oath to help others it'd be really nice." "Great." "So listen to this." "I'm over at Carlton's getting a haircut when the guy next to me starts talking about a rumor that's making the rounds at the high school about some punk kid sleeping with a teacher." "So I say to myself, "Well, if it involves sex it couldn't possibly be my brother, Pacey."" "Then the guy says, "Word is, kid made it all up." "That it's all just a lie."" "And so I say to myself, "Bingo."" "You know, that's really fascinating, Dougie." "You know, and all I could think of and it made me sick, mind you, was poor, sweet Tamara." "Must be ripping her apart." "Why don't you give me a glimpse into the inner workings here." "What was the rationale?" "Boredom?" "Or just a classic cry for attention?" "Well, actually, no." "You know what?" "I thought it was up to me to let this town know that at least one person in our family was having heterosexual sex." "And you know, just as a matter of curiosity did it ever occur to you, just for a brief moment to defend and support me in this conversation?" "Or does the Witter family credo prevent such emotions?" "That's really heavy, Pacey." "I'm sure the school board will be as moved as I am by that." "You haven't heard?" "Well, it seems your lies have made it all the way up the food chain." "Superintendent Stevens is calling an emergency board meeting to discuss whether charges should be laid against Miss Jacobs." "No doubt your presence will be requested." "You know, it's funny, isn't it, Pacey?" "But there are actually people in this town who take you seriously." "Unfortunately, you're not one of them." "Bodie is on his way to a restaurant on the other side of the county and the only thing preventing this from becoming a second-hand story is this little device." "So, what do you say?" "For Bodie?" "All right." "But I want final cut." "Deal." "Bessie." "I've got someone to help you." "Please don't tell me you've done what I think you've done." "Conflict." "Perfect." "How far apart are the contractions?" "Joey!" "She's a nurse." "She can help." "She's a racist who hates everything about me and my boyfriend..." "...and our unborn child." "ls everything okay?" "We're just having an impromptu home birth." "Nothing to be concerned about." "Really?" "I've got a few concerns." "Girls, move that coffee table out of the way." "Pulse is strong." "Temperature's fine." "Okay, girls, we're going to move Bessie over into this chair over here." "Gently does it." "Easy, easy." "That's it." "That's it." "I'm against this, you know." "Mr. DeMille, get us some large towels and washcloths, please." "That's it." "Easy." "Easy, easy, easy." "Calm down." "Keep breathing slowly." "Breathe easy." "That's it." "Cushions!" "Thank you, Josephine." "It's Joey, actually." "No, it's Judas, actually." "Okay, as for you, I'm going to make you a deal." "This is going to be a big day, and as your attending nurse you may feel an outpouring of gratitude towards me when we're done." "But I promise I will not take advantage of your postpartum bliss and I will resist any urge to bond over the shared experience if you will do me one small favor in return." "What's that?" "Shut up." "Now, where are those towels?" "Tammy, listen, I'm sorry" "Mr." "Witter, we haven't met." "I'm Caroline Fields, Miss Jacobs' attorney." "Attorney?" "Under advice from counsel, she's chosen not to discuss this case." "What are you talk--?" "This isn't about" "I must ask you to refrain from communicating directly with my client." "Should you feel the need to speak with her at any future date contact me, and I'll pass along any pertinent information." "Is that clear?" "Yeah." "Caroline." "Yes, Mr. Witter?" "Would you tell your client I'm sorry?" "That contraction was exactly 60 seconds apart from the last one." "Okay, you're completely dilated, dear." "Time to push now." "Push what?" "The baby, dear." "She's gonna be okay, Joey." "Yeah, I know." "This session has been convened and the reason we've asked you to come before us, Miss Jacobs is that we find ourselves faced with a persistent rumor." "A disturbing rumor, which undoubtedly you've heard." "Yes, I've heard it." "Then let me be direct, Miss Jacobs." "Pacey Witter is a student of yours in one of your English classes?" "Yes, he is." "There have been allegations of a sexual relationship between yourself and Mr. Witter." "Please forgive my candor, Miss Jacobs, when I ask you are these allegations true?" "Well, you see" "No!" "No, they're not." "Mr. Witter, you are to wait until you're summoned." "Look, I don't mean any disrespect here but if you'll just give me a second, I'll have you all home for dinner, okay?" "Okay, Mr. Witter, what is it you need to say?" "Look, I know the origin of these rumors has been traced to me." "And I guess that would make sense." "A C-plus student who sits in the back of Miss Jacobs' English class daydreaming about the same thing:" "What it would be like to be a little bit better-looking a little more sophisticated and about 1 5 years older, because then, and only then could Miss Jacobs possibly look at me as anything other than just another one of her students." "And only then could this rumor stand any chance of being true." "I mean, don't get me wrong." "I'm real flattered with the seriousness that you took these allegations." "Personally, I always just chalked them up to adolescent fantasy." "I kind of expected you guys to do the same." "Correct me if I'm wrong, but for the record are you saying you deny the aforementioned allegations?" "Yeah, for the record, sir, and for anywhere else you want to put it." "Miss Jacobs is my English teacher." "And to my great disappointment absolutely nothing else." "Yes, that's it." "That's it." "Yes, yes." "God!" "You are doing fine." "Grams, I need to talk to you." "Grams, there is a lot of blood." "What?" "Did she say blood?" "Just relax, dear." "Are you afraid to tell me something's wrong?" "If something's wrong, I want to know about it!" "Don't be silly, dear." "Nothing is at all wrong." "What Jennifer doesn't know is a bloody show is a natural part of the birthing process." "The last thing we can have you doing is worrying yourself." "Jennifer, a cool washcloth now!" "Mrs. Ryan, I am doing okay, right?" "You're doing great, Bessie." "Everything's great." "I wouldn't be filming if everything wasn't fine, right?" "Mrs." "Ryan, smile for the camera." "Out!" "You are distracting my patient, and I won't have that." "Grams." "Grams!" "There is a problem, isn't there?" "Something's wrong." "Nothing is wrong!" "And how dare you alarm my patient by expressing a contrary opinion!" "Gram, she is losing a lot of blood." "I don't know much about this, but I know what a lot of blood looks like." "Yes, all right." "There's more blood than I'd like but I see no evidence of cervical laceration or detached placenta." "In English, Grams." "Okay, in English?" "I need your help, Jennifer." "I need you to set aside your attitude and second-guessing and help me get this baby out before she loses any more blood and complications worsen." "Do you think you can do that, Jennifer?" "Do you think you can summon up faith in me?" "Because if you can, there'd be no better time for it than right now." "Okay, Bessie, breathe and push." "Remember?" "Breathe and push!" "God, Gram." "She's in pain." "She's doing fine, Jennifer." "No, Mrs. Ryan." "I need something." "What do you need, dear?" "A pill!" "Medicine!" "Something for the pain!" "I don't have any medicine." "But I do have one thing that may work better." "Please." "I'll try anything." "Okay, then, repeat after me:" "Our Father, who art in heaven" "A sedative!" "She needs a sedative, not the Lord's Prayer." "I'm sorry, Mrs. Ryan." "That stuff's not gonna work on me." "No, dear." "It's for your baby." "Our Father, who art in heaven." "Our Father, who art in heaven." "Hallowed be thy name." "Hallowed be thy name." "Thy kingdom come." "Come on." "You heard her." ""Thy kingdom come."" "Thy kingdom come." "Push!" "Hey." "I can't wait to see Mom's face when I tell her what happened in her living room." "Bessie's gonna be okay, Joey." "As frightening as Mrs. Ryan is, I think she's incredibly capable." "I know, Dawson." "fyi, I'm not out here because I'm too worried to stay inside." "Well, I'm worried, but...." "What is it?" "It's nothing." "It's okay." "It's stupid." "No, it's not stupid, Joey." "Look, I may not always agree with you, but your reasons are never stupid." "All right." "A question, Dawson." "Who does Bessie remind you of?" "That's easy." "Your mother." "There are times the resemblance is merely a passing one, and then there are others when Bessie says or does something and it's like my mom never died, you know?" "When she got sick when she had chemo every month it left her in this terrible pain." "And I would come home, and I would sit with her." "She'd let out these cries that I'd never heard before and I prayed to every available higher source that I would never hear them again from anyone or anything." "Somehow, somebody listened." "Because luckily, I never did." "Until today." "Joey, when your mother was in all that pain why did you sit by her?" "Come on, Dawson." "Because she needed me." "I mean, she didn't tell me that, but I knew I...." "I knew she needed me." "So, what makes you think that Bessie needs you any less?" "Tamara?" "Hello." "I know what you must be feeling towards Pacey right about now what with all the trouble he's caused you but I'd hate for the whole family to be tarred with the same brush." "I'll tell you, that boy has been nothing but a bane since he was a child." "In trouble here, creating a ruckus over there...." "Well, then you must be very proud." "Proud?" "I don't quite follow you, Tamara." "Of the way he's grown up." "From an unruly child to a sweet, sensitive intelligent young man." "And Douglas." "It's Miss Jacobs." "That's it." "Push." "The baby's beginning to crown." "Oh, my God." "I can see the head!" "That's it." "We're almost there." "Just a little longer now." "That's it, dear." "That's it." "One more." "It's almost over." "Come on." "One more." "I know you can do this." "I can't." "I'm too tired." "Dear, you can, and you will." "He's out." "He?" "He." "Is he okay?" "He's better than okay." "He's healthy." "He's beautiful." "He's all yours." "Can we talk, or do I need a lawyer present?" "Hi, Pacey." "Well, if you've come to apologize again you needn't." "I'm deeply appreciative of what you've done." "Well, actually I was hoping I could assume that all that talk about breaking up was just said in the heat of the moment." "Because, Tamara, that's never gonna happen again." "From now on, I'm just not talking to anybody." "Not Dawson, not anybody." "There's just no chance of that happening again." "No, I know, because I won't let it." "Okay, good." "Neither will I." "Maybe I'm not making myself clear." "There will be no further gossip because there will be no further subject." "I'm leaving Capeside." "I've already turned in my resignation to Principal Geiger and I should be at my sister's house in Rochester by tomorrow." "You don't waste any time, do you?" "Pacey, you knew this day was inevitable." "I think I'd have to disagree with you there, Miss Jacobs." "Never in a million years would I have predicted Rochester to be a plot point in our little saga." "I meant us ending was inevitable." "Hey, maybe you'd graduate." "Maybe I'd meet someone my own age." "God, maybe you'd meet someone your own age." "But you knew that there was a ticking clock inherent to both of us and everything about us." "You must understand, Pacey, I care for you." "More deeply than I ever expected or wanted to." "But I'm 36 years old and I want to have children before it's too late." "I mean, I want to be their mother, not their girlfriend." "You know just because I'm older and arguably more mature doesn't mean that I know what to say in these situations." "So please, let's just say goodbye now." "Before I get maudlin and embarrassing and entirely too truthful." "Is a farewell kiss permitted?" "I don't know." "I seem to remember that's what started this whole mess." "You know, I...." "I think I could handle it, Tamara." "Well, I'm not sure I can." "Here." "Okay." "Well I hope you enjoy Rochester." "I hope you enjoy high school." "Good night." "Good night, Jennifer." "Long day?" "Good day." "Jennifer." "Just because we don't say certain things to each other doesn't mean we don't feel them." "Jennifer?" "After what you experienced today can you honestly tell me you still hold no belief in God?" "Well, I don't know about God but I think I may have come around a little on man." "Hey, Joey, come here." "He's got Mom's eyes, you know?" "Yeah." "It's the first thing I noticed." "Bye, Tammy."