Dawson's Creek (1998–2003): Season 5, Episode 9 - Four Scary Stories - full transcript

After going to see a scary movie and feeling completely unsatisfied, Joey, Jack, and Pacey arrive at Grams' house and decide to tell some scary stories of their own. First off, Joey tells how she had a creepy encounter while studying alone at the library on Halloween night. She could have gone to a party with Audrey, who reminded her that a young female student was attacked there not too long ago. Next, Jack tells of how he was spooked while sorting through items in the frat house basement. Third, Pacey's story involves an unsettling run-in he and Karen had while driving on a quiet road one night. It seems a mysterious driver wouldn't be satisfied until he ran them off the road for good. Finally, Grams comes in and caps the night with what she promises to be the scariest story of them all. It involves Jen, the radio station, and someone (or is it something) that gives her a scare.

Well, that seals it. l have now
officially lost my faith in Hollywood.

-lt wasn't that bad.
-Not that bad?

Maybe through the haze
of your slumber it wasn't that bad...

...but as someone who actually
watched the movie, it sucked!

l'm just so tired of this trend of...

...attack of the '' insert your
vengeful psycho here'' movie.

l mean, they're
so unbelievable, you know?

What are the chances of a
chemically imbalanced camp director...

...luring preteens to a bloodbath
at the archery range?

Apparently they're good
at Maine's Camp Bloodsucker.

-You know what the problem is?
-Yeah, l know.

You talk in your sleep
about things l don't want to know.

The problem is that people forget
that the scariest things...

...are the things
that are actually possible.

-lsn't that why Hitchcock's so great?
-l don't know.

How often does a guy go around
dressing like his mother?

Well, you save that
for special occasions.

Maybe l've just lost
the will to scream.

Oh, please.

You were once
and will forever remain...

...the number one
skittish kitten in my life.

lt's not to worry.
lt's part of your charm.

Weren't you scared of Grams
up until last year?

Oh, absolutely.

l bet it's making you a little nervous
just being in her house right now.

Who knows what kind of scary things
will be lurking in the shadows?

Who's hungry?
A girl can't survive on Dots alone.

Very funny, guys.

l'm shaking in my boots.

ls this where the twins come out...

...and invite me to play
forever and ever?

Well, l think our work here is done.

Hey, feisty!

You guys do realize
that this calls for serious revenge?

Come on, Jo, we were trying to prove,
and quite successfully l might add...

...that you are now and will forever be
afraid of your own shadow.

You wouldn't be
so sure of yourselves...

...if you knew what
a weathered scream queen l was.

That's right, l forgot.
She's seen it all.

l don't spend all of my time
with you layabouts.

l have seen things,
disturbing things.

Tell us a story, Joey Potter.

-l don't think you can handle it.
-Right.

This from the girl who five minutes ago
screamed bloody murder on the floor.

Okay, Pace.

lt was Halloween night.

Audrey was walking me
to the library...

...which itself was a sign
of the apocalypse.

Okay, l know, like,
half a dozen kick-ass parties...

...we could be hitting, and you're
going to hibernate in the library.

-How wrong is that?
-No one asked you to come with me.

l know. l'm just seeking
clarification here.

Are you the most bookwormy,
pathetic person alive?

According to your party-till-you-
drop-out standards, apparently.

l'm serious. Nobody should be alone
in the library on Halloween.

lt's not like
l'm gonna be the only one.

The reading material cannot be
checked out. Every other time l go...

...there's always another
overzealous geek using it.

This is one night
l know it'll be there.

This is such Joey Potter logic.

l'm not in the mood
to go out partying...

-...with everything that's happened.
-Okay. Okay, l get it.

-You're excused.
-Can l ask you something?

Who are you supposed
to be, anyway?

Carrie White, tragically misunderstood
heroine of the Stephen King book?

But shouldn't you be doused
in pig's blood or something?

Well, l guess, but....

What cute boy's gonna wanna talk
to me if l'm all red and sticky all night?

How are they gonna know you're not
some generic homecoming queen...

-...or beauty contest winner?
-Because l'll tell them.

You got the hair right.

Thanks.

Oh, God. You have no idea
how bad these shoes suck right now.

Audrey, you don't have to be here.

There are plenty of people.
l feel perfectly safe.

Well, the first party
did start 1 5 minutes ago.

Right. Like l wanna be
the first idiot at the punchbowl.

-Audrey, l'm not coming with you.
-Well, who asked you to?

l'm serious. l have to study.
l'm going to be here late.

And as much as l appreciate you
coming with me, l'm fine.

You know, sometimes,
when l get scared...

...l like to count out loud.

One, two...

...three, four.
lt's very calming, okay?

l'm surrounded by people.
Why would l be scared?

Yeah, okay.

Don't look now...

...but check out the creepy guy
at 1 o'clock.

He's eating the peanuts
and he keeps staring--

Don't look now. Wait, wait.

Okay. Go.

Maybe it's the tiara and prom dress
that caught his eye.

-Well, he's giving me the willies.
-Why?

Some girl was attacked
in this library.

She's lucky that she survived.
And she's not the only one.

You're trying to scare me so l go
to the party with you, and it won't work.

Why do you always assume that
my concern is masking self-interest?

Because l know you.

You know what? l'm going.

Put your life at risk. See if l care.

-Don't stay out too late.
-l'll meet you at the dorm.

Sure you don't want me
to walk with you?

Hey, Miss America.
Are you coming or going?

She's going.

Goodbye, beauty queen.

Excuse me.

l'm Carrie, all right? Carrie White
from the book and the movie.

ls that not obvious to you?

God!

Can l borrow a pen?

Oh, yeah. l have one in here.

You can keep it.
l don't-- l don't need it.

You shouldn't be here after dark.

lt's not safe.

You know what?
That's okay, actually.

My boyfriend's on his way over...

...as soon as football practice
lets out, so l'll be fine.

But thank you for your concern.

Do you have the reading
for the lntellectual History of Europe?

lt's section 204.
Professor Downs' class.

Let me check. Your name?

-Joey Potter.
-All right.

Okay. You need to read
these two articles.

And there's a reference book
in the stacks.

This is gonna be
your call number, Joey.

And l still need to locate
one more book for you.

Wow, this is a lot of reading.

Yeah.

Thanks.

Can l help you
with something else?

Are you gonna be here for a while?

Sure. For another hour or so. Why?

l was just wondering.

You worried about that guy?

Kind of.

He's just....

He's a little creepy.
Kind of keeps staring at me.

Don't worry. He's here almost
every night. He's pretty harmless.

Oh, okay.

-Thanks.
-You got it.

Come here.

-Whoa, sorry.
-Oh, l'm sorry.

l think l'm just having
a little bit of a moment.

l think that guy is following me.

The creepy old guy?
Well, actually, he just left.

-Are you sure?
-Yeah.

Look, do you want me
to call campus security?

-No.
-You sure?

Yeah, l'm fine.
Don't worry about it.

l was looking for you anyway.

The other book
is in Special Editions.

-Where's that?
-That's downstairs.

Are they still open?

They should be,
for another 1 0 minutes.

You want me
to walk you down there?

-No. l'm okay. Thank you.
-Okay.

Terrific.

Hello?

-Oh, my God.
-You okay?

Yeah. l'm so happy to see you.
That creepy guy is down here.

l know. He followed you
and l followed him.

-Thank you.
-Yeah. Look, you're gonna be fine.

You should have listened
to me, sweetie.

Come on.

What are you doing?

So you think you could put up a fight?
Because l like that in a girl.

-Who is he?
-A cop.

He was right. You should have
listened to him, sweetie.

So you're the guy. You're the guy
who attacked that girl last semester.

Don't tell anyone, okay?

You pretty much
Crouching Tiger'ed his ass.

l guess that kickboxing class
actually paid off.

lt's a decent thrill, Jo, but as scary
as the stacks may be after-hours...

...l think the fraternity house has you
beat in terms of the creep factor.

l'm assuming you're talking
more than keg stands and roofies.

l get enough of that from
my common-law wife.

l'm sorry, but what could a fellow
possibly have to worry about...

...in the loving arms of his brethren?

Yeah. Late nights in the basement...

...with the right provisions,
of course...

...the mind can start
to play tricks on you.

Hey, guys.

-Hey, Jack.
-Have fun tonight. See you.

And make sure that basement's
cleared out, McPhee!

Yeah!

We are way cooler than these dorks.

Check this out.

-Does it work?
-l don't know.

Anybody know the call numbers
to the campus radio station?

Ninety-six point six. My roommate
listens to the morning show.

My friend Jen,
she's working the night shift.

-ls she hot?
-l don't really know how to answer that.

-Yes or no?
-Yes.

You have to bring her
over sometime.

Dude, you okay?

Yeah. Yeah, l'm fine.

Caught some of that flu
that's going around.

Plus l'm flying high on some of that
extra-strength cough medicine.

You want some Jack, Jack?

No, thanks.
That's probably not a good idea.

lt's good for you. Kill the virus.

-Brady.
-No, man, l'm good. Thanks.

Come on, you guys.
Don't be wusses.

We're at the peak
of our sexual primes.

lt's all downhill from here.
We should be out partying tonight...

...instead of in latrine duty hell.
Live a little.

l believe this is what's known
as peer pressure.

Okay, what the hell.

All right. As long as it kills the virus.

Here you go.

That's some strong stuff.

Class of '68.
Hey, this is my dad's class!

Which one is he?

He's right there.

Oh, my God. He's a total dork.

He's just doing that hippie thing, man.
lt was the '60s.

1 968. l can't believe
he was ever this young.

Wasn't that the year
some guy offed himself?

Yeah, yeah, he was a total psycho.

His roommate boffed his girlfriend
and he went ballistic.

-Slit his wrists in the bathroom.
-l heard she did everybody...

...on the whole floor, and then he went
out in the main quad and hung himself.

Now, that's disturbing.

Hey, man, are you okay?

l don't know. l don't feel so well.

Dude, this is a vomit-free zone.

There's a bathroom back there.
Why don't you go use it?

All right, all right. l got it.

Guys?

Hello?

Somebody there?

Oh, my God.

Are you okay?

-Sorry. You all right?
-Yeah. l'm okay.

Let's get you out of here. Come on.

Sit down.

Now, how the hell did this happen?

A couple of the guys,
they're hazing, you know?

Are you sure you're okay?

l think so. l just....

l must have passed out
or something.

This is insane.
l mean, they could have killed you.

l'm gonna get you some water.
You want some?

No, l'm okay.

Well, who--? Who did this?

l don't want to say their names.

l'm a new pledge.
lt'd be indiscreet.

No, it's cool. l'm with the new
pledge class too. l'm Jack.

l'm Tad.

l haven't seen you around before.

Yeah, l don't remember
seeing you either.

Well, can you--? Can you get up?
l mean, give it a shot, at least.

Okay, forget it, forget it.
Just stay here, all right?

l'll tell you what, l'm gonna....

l'm gonna go try and find
a few of the guys.

No, please. l don't want
anyone to know about this.

-Why?
-They already hate me.

-l don't want to make it any worse.
-Who? Who hates you?

-The brothers.
-What? That doesn't make any sense.

l mean, if they hate you,
why would they pledge you?

My father. He's one of the
founding members of the fraternity.

l'm a legacy.

They had to pledge me.

All the guys l've met here
have been cool.

l can't even believe
that they would allow this.

They've been on my case
since day one.

Why?

Forget it.

l'm-- l'm fine.

-l just need to rest a bit.
-Tad...

...l'm not like the rest of the guys,
all right? You can talk to me.

No. l'm gonna get myself
into more trouble.

l'm serious, okay?
Whatever it is, it's fine.

l told my roommate that...

...l had feelings for him.

-Yeah, so?
-So l never should have done it.

l mean, we got drunk.

l just blurted it out.

And l'm not even sure l meant it.

l just thought that somehow
he might feel the same way.

l'm-- l'm not quite getting it.

This is a big deal because...?

-Because l'm gay.
-Yeah, l got that already.

l'm-- l'm right there
with you, buddy.

-l don't believe you.
-lt's true.

Look, all the guys, when they took me
in as a pledge, they knew this...

...so l'm shocked
that they're treating you like this.

Look, this shouldn't happen, man.
We're living in the 21 st century.

Maybe you are.

What's the matter?

l need to sleep.

You stay here.
l'm gonna go get you some water.

You're not calling for help, are you?

No. No, l'm just--
l'm gonna get you some water.

-Jack?
-Yeah?

You're a cool guy.

A great addition to the house.

l wish there were more like you.

l'll be right back.

No way.

Don't get me wrong, guys.
You do spin a scary yarn.

But in my estimation,
what the whole world needs...

...is a good, old-fashioned
urban legend.

Yeah, that's all we need.
More predictable stories...

...about a guy with a hook for an arm
that kills the amorous couple.

Hey, those stories exist
for a reason, Jack.

Right, to discourage teenagers from
drinking and having sex in the woods.

Okay. Say what you will,
but l have experienced...

...a few of those time-tested tales.

See, this is further evidence
of the double life that Pacey leads.

The fathoms of the sea
and in the seedy underbelly of the city.

Jack is correct.
l have seen the dark side.

He's also right
in that the scariest stuff...

...does take place in the everyday,
which, last time for me...

-...was this one night with Karen.
-Who's Karen?

Do you really want to have
that conversation now?

No. Sorry. Sugar high.

So one night before
all the drama reared its head...

...l'm giving her a ride home.
Driving down the road--

Let me guess.
The road stretched before you...

...lit only by the full moon above.

Something like that. Yes.

So here l am, giving her
a ride home in Brecher's car.

You got to hand it to Brecher.
This is a sweet ride.

lt's his wife's car, actually.
His Porsche is in the shop.

You're kidding me. A Porsche?

91 1 Turbo. Black on black.

Yet another reason to worship him.

l don't worship the guy.

-lt's perfectly understandable.
-What?

-Your little-boy crush on Danny.
-Excuse me?

Come on, l mean, it doesn't mean
you're gay or anything.

l mean, you know, he's charismatic.

Charming. Cute.

l look up to the guy.
That's it, okay?

lf you say so.

He's the only guy who's ever made
me feel like l'm good at anything.

He doesn't make me feel like a freak
for not going to college.

And if you knew anything
about my life, which you don't...

...you would know that's deserving
of no small amount of hero worship.

-What are you doing?
-His lights were off.

l don't think that was
such a great idea.

That's the sign for,
''Your lights are off.''

lt's also an invitation for trouble.

-What are you talking about?
-No, l heard about this.

lt's like a gang initiation thing.
No, l'm serious!

They send out new members
with the headlights turned off.

The first person who flashes them,
they run them off the road.

-lt's a game to them.
-l don't know what Mad Max...

...post-apocalyptic universe
you live in...

...but in mine,
that's just driver courtesy.

-Fine. l'm making it up.
-l didn't say that you're making it up.

Some people forget
to turn on their lights.

Hey, l hope l'm wrong.

But l'm not. U-turn.

-What?
-He's following us.

-Now you're being paranoid.
-Am l?

What is this guy's problem?

You had to be the
Good Samaritan, didn't you?

Could you save the tutorial
for a little bit later, please?

What the hell was that?

-There's a truck stop ahead.
-Where?

Right there.

Damn it!

Oh, damn!

Brecher is going to kill me.

Yeah, l bet he's not gonna
take you to the prom anymore either.

You're getting funnier every minute.

-l can't get a signal.
-Fine.

Why is this not surprising?

Are you standing or sitting?

Do you mind if we use
your telephone?

-lt's over there.
-No. That one's out of order.

Well, then l guess
you're out of luck, ain't you?

-Look, lady, l'm having-- Just a second.
-Pacey.

-Look!
-What?

Okay. Which one of you is it, huh?

Which one of you inbred,
redneck freaks smashed into my car?

A show of hands.

Maybe you, huh? ln the jeans shirt.

-Get out of my place.
-Oh, no, no.

Someone in here
smashed into my car.

-Not my problem.
-Oh, is your problem.

-ls everybody's--
-Leave!

Oh, my. You really should
think about seeing a dentist.

You have got to be kidding me.

-What are you doing?
-Just hold on.

-Pop the trunk.
-Hey. Where are you going?

Just do it.

Lady, are you nuts?

l have got to start meeting
less angry women.

Get out of the car!

What do you say
l drive you home now?

Yeah. All right.

Thanks for a lovely evening.

Anytime. Let's go.

So l guess what we can conclude
from this evening...

...is that we can't offer much more of
a thrill than the average slasher flick.

Maybe what they say
about our generation is true.

How we've grown up
immune to the media.

Look at reality television.
Suddenly it's normal...

...to see people guzzling blood
on prime time.

You won't distract us with jaded prattle,
because Jack and l know...

...that you still check under the bed
before you go to sleep.

Hey, Grams.

-Hello.
-Hi, Mrs. Ryan.

l trust l'm not interrupting
any unsavoury activity here.

Nope. We're as clean as they come.
We're just...

...literally sitting around the fire
telling ghost stories.

You all haven't had enough life
experience to tell a truly chilling tale.

But if you novices
think you can handle it...

...l think l might
just have a good one.

You're gonna be hard-pressed
to scare us, Grams.

l mean, we're just a bunch
of jaded cinephiles...

...that don't flinch at the sight of blood
splattering on the pavement anymore.

Thank you for that
sweet-dream imagery, Jack.

Now, then.

A truly scary story
should hit you where you live.

Find you in a safe place
and turn it into a den of nightmares.

Okay.

Mission accomplished.
l'm starting to feel freaked out.

Good.

My story....

Actually, it's Jennifer's story.

An experience that
terrified her so deeply...

...she could never bear
to relive the tale.

Happened the first night she was
on her own at the radio station.

She was alone in the booth.

lt was getting on towards midnight.

Okay, people, l'm back.

And l've been saving
one last song for you.

Damn it.

-Shoot.
-Jennifer.

What do you want?

Jennifer.

Why are--? Why are you
just standing there?

Jennifer.

Say something.

My apologies.
A little scratch on the vinyl.

This is Jen on WBCW,
keeping you company all evening.

l'm gonna cut to commercial
and be right back.

Jennifer.

Now, that is a scary story.

Well, you children
have a good night now.

Oh, l--

l hope l didn't give you
jaded cinephiles too much of a fright.

Good night.

Sweet dreams.

So...

...l guess this is the time of night
that we, you know, go to sleep.

Well, hey, don't let us stop you.

Unless, of course, you're too afraid
to go upstairs by yourself.

Yeah. Unless, of course,
you're too scared...

...to go to that creepy,
little floating house of yours.

No.

Why? There's nothing to be afraid of.
We were just going.

We're only here because
l wanted to tell you...

...when Dawson and Jen get back,
we should get together. l'll cook.

No, no, please.
That's enough of the Fear Factor.

Yeah. That's funny.
You see what you just earned yourself?

You earned yourself
contaminated food.

So, what do you say, Jo?
Wanna brave the ''T''?

Yeah. l'm willing to
venture forth if you are.

Yeah, of course. Sure. Let's go.

But you are gonna walk
in front of me, right?

Are you sure
you want me to do that?

lf l walk in front, how will you see
the man that jumps out and stabs you.

Pacey, there is no man.

Absolutely right.
l'm all for gender equality.

lt could be a woman, some
green-eyed Angelina Jolie type.

Actually, that could be interesting.

Can we go before it strikes midnight
and Grams looks for her lost head?

See, l knew the Grams thing
runs deep. l knew it.

Sweet Mrs. Ryan is nothing
compared to what we've got in store.

Laugh all you want, Pace,
but you are my escort.

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