Dawson's Creek (1998–2003): Season 6, Episode 12 - All the Right Moves - full transcript

Harley tries to encourage Joey to make up with Eddie after they find him now living with his parents in nearby Worcester, and even gets him to return to her with a made-up story about Joey being pregnant. Meanwhile, Audrey returns from L.A. with a more positive attitude. After apologizing to her friends, Emma takes Audrey back in the band Hell's Belles for a big concert. But Audrey cannot stay away from liquor in which she performs drunk, and passes out on stage, and Emma fires her from the band. Meanwhile, Pacey is invited by Rinaldi to an exclusive party for the best stockbrokers and gets a promotion of handling a mysterious account led by the shady pharmaceutical entrepreneur Roger Stepavich to handle the client's major pharmaceutical company. All is well until a mysterious woman tells Pacey that all that good might have some bad, which raises suspicions on Pacey about Rinaldi's true intentions towards him.

So....

Anyway, here's the thing.

l messed up and l'm really sorry...

...you know, for my insane behaviour
the past couple of months...

...for any pain or worry
l might have caused you guys...

...for pushing you away when you
were just trying to be my friends.

So the thing is-- ls that
after the whole Christmas debacle...

...you know,
l went home to Los Angeles.

And this one night,
this one horrible, horrible night...

...l found myself at this party...

...in Malibu on this beach...

...full of strangers.

And the sun was coming up...

...and l was just
drunk off my ass...

...and l remember looking around
and thinking, ''You know what?

Maybe the problem isn't Joey...

...or Pacey...

...or Jen, C.J...

...or Jack or Dawson or anyone else.

Just maybe....

Maybe it's me.''

l don't expect you
to forgive me right away...

...because l do realize
how bad l've messed up.

And, you know, l just--

lf you guys wanna
call me sometime...

...you know, just to say hi,
that would be really cool.

Because l really love you guys
and l miss you.

And l'm just really sorry.

-Audrey.
-Hey, Audrey, come on.

-Come back here.
-Audrey.

-Hey. We missed you.
-Yeah.

l missed you, sweetie.

lt's okay.

Oh, God.

What are you doing?

l was just having a sexual fantasy
about the new bartender.

We were out in the alley...

...and doing it against
the wall by the garbage bins.

lnteresting. Because to me,
it's totally the pool table.

Joey Potter, l am shocked.

What?

l am not above
the occasional sexual fantasy...

...to help the otherwise
glacially paced workday.

Believe me.
Don't let the prim exterior fool you.

Underneath it all, l'm actually...

...less prim.

Oh, while we're on the subject
of bartenders with lust-worthy asses...

-...whatever happened to Eddie?
-What do you mean? He got fired.

Well, l know that.

But he never even came back
to clear out his locker.

Why would l know where he was?

Well, weren't you two...?

Oh, we had a little fling.

A barely significant fling.

l mean, it was nothing.

-l guess l must have got it wrong.
-Yeah. Me and Eddie, way over.

lt was over before it started.

Okay, well, good.

Then you wouldn't mind
clearing out his locker.

The boss has been asking about it
and we do need the space.

l'd do it myself, but l was hoping
to cut out early for band practice.

-Yeah, sure. That's no problem.
-Good. Okay.

l guess you can throw everything
into the garbage.

lf there's anything of any worth,
he would have come back for it.

-Right.
-You're a love.

Have fun then, Joey.

So continue watching,
to see if the merger takes.

ln the meantime,
advise caution to your clients.

Now, one final note.

Keep pushing Stepatech lndustries.
lt's about to shoot through the roof.

When their new drug
gets approved on Monday...

...anyone who holds the stock
is going to be very, very rich.

And l don't need to remind you
that Stepatech itself is a client here...

...and we'd like to keep them happy.

All right, let's go out there
and make some money.

Witter, can l talk to you
for one second?

Please.

Here's the thing.

We've had
our problems in the past...

...but don't think that because of that,
l'd let your work go unrewarded.

Rich, please, the huge commissions
are reward enough for me.

Spoken like a true acolyte.

So l have an extra reward
in store for you.

There's a shindig tomorrow,
at Roger Stepavitch's home.

-Do you know who Stepavitch is?
-Of course l do.

-He's the CEO of Stepatech.
-Very good.

He asked me to bring my
most promising seller to this shindig.

Which puts me in a tough position
because, well, it's you, Pacey.

You're my best seller.
Let's face it.

You have a natural gift for this.

Which, unfortunately, is matched
only by your ego and attitude.

And l'm torn because on the one hand,
l see flashes of greatness in you.

And on the other hand, l see
you freaking out on me...

...at the French Quarter
in New Orleans.

Or you suddenly pretending to get sick
and blowing off work for a few days...

...for no apparent reason.
As you can see, l'm in a bit of a bind.

l want to bring you
to this party, Pacey.

But first, l need to know something.

Can you be a team player?

Rich, l mean--
l don't know what to say here.

-l'm honoured.
-Yeah.

l'm honoured by the trust
that you've placed in me.

And l know that
we've had our differences.

But you should know that, now...

...l'm 1 00 percent committed to this
job and everything that it has to offer.

And l fully realize what an enormous
opportunity you're giving me here...

-...by taking me to this--
-l don't need your life story.

A simple ''yes'' or '' no''
would have sufficed.

Well, in that case, yes, absolutely.

You can count on me 1 00 percent.

Good. lt's settled, then.
You're coming.

l appreciate that.
That's-- This is fantastic.

-Hi.
-Whatever.

Sorry to keep you all waiting, l--
Oh, hello.

Dude, what is up
with all the Courtney Love wannabes?

lt's like an Audrey convention
out there.

Yes, well, why don't you come on in
and l'll explain about that.

Hey.

Okay, you guys, what's up?

Why are you looking at me
like somebody died?

l don't know how to say this.

Those girls out there?

They're out there because...

...they're auditioning
to be lead singer of this band.

-But we already have a lead singer.
-Yes, we did have a lead singer.

Unfortunately, she flaked out
so terribly, she had to be replaced.

You know, got drunk a lot,
messed up on stage...

...and disappeared to California
without so much as a phone call...

...missing several band rehearsals.

You know, the usual bit that gets
lead singers kicked out of bands.

The thing is, we have a gig
tomorrow night. A real gig.

Well, we're third on the bill.

But we're opening for a band that's
opening for a band that's really good.

Amazing, actually.

This could potentially be huge for us
and we can't afford to muck it up.

-What band?
-Loudermilk.

l love that band.

Don't we all?
And we're playing at the Bent Elbow.

-The place is, like, famous.
-l know.

lt's all fairly monumental.

Which is why we needed
a new lead singer.

One with the talent,
minus the drama.

Okay.

l got it, but...

...the thing is...

...that you guys should know,
is that there was this lead singer...

...the one who flaked out,
messed up and deserved to get fired...

...but, you see, that lead singer--
She's gone.

She had this moment of clarity
on a beach in Malibu...

...and she realized that the drinking
and the partying and the mayhem...

...was costing her the things
that were important in her life...

...like her friends and this band.

You guys, l'm sorry.

l'm really sorry, because
this band is one of the few things...

...that l care about
in the whole stupid world.

Okay, and you have got to admit...

...that l may be part of the reason
why you guys got that gig.

And you know that
none of those girls out there...

...are gonna be half as good
as me when l'm good.

l promise you, if you
give me another chance...

...l will be better than good.
l will be the best.

Please. You guys, just give me--
Just give me another chance, please?

Okay.

But if you make me regret this,
l will kill you.

No, l won't, l won't.

That actually sounded very good.

All right. So, everyone
meet back here at 8: 1 5?

-Sure.
-Okay.

-Hey.
-Hello.

You girls rock.

-Oh, well, thanks.
-So...

-...you like to have fun?
-l guess.

Well, l'm with the other opening band,
Satan's Tampon.

-You ever hear of us?
-l can't say that l have.

Right. Well, there's a party happening
on the tour bus, if you wanna come.

Okay, Harley, all you have to do
is follow the formula. lt's simple.

A-squared plus B-squared
equals C-squared.

Forget it.
l'm never gonna get it.

Yes, you will.
You just follow the formula.

Screw the formula.
The formula can lick my ass.

Nice.
You kiss your father with that mouth?

Gross.
Why would l kiss my father?

You know what? Fine.

Why don't we take a break.
You want a soda?

-l'd rather have a vodka.
-Oh, sorry. We're out.

-What?
-Wondering how you're holding up.

-How l'm holding up?
-We could sit here all night...

...pretend that l don't know
about you and Eddie...

...or you could realize
that l might be a good confidante...

...or shoulder to cry on.
We could talk about it.

l appreciate the offer,
but there's nothing to talk about.

''There's nothing to talk about''?

The boy just disappeared
with no explanation.

He broke your heart. You're dying,
wanting to know what happened.

Thanks for the recap.

Joey, l may be a 1 5-year-old idiot,
but l'm also your friend.

l understand the situation with Eddie
better than you're giving me credit for.

-You're my friend?
-Yeah. We're friends.

Aren't we?

Yeah, l guess we are.

Cool. So how's the search going?
Any new leads?

What search?

What, am l
supposed to hire a detective...

...to find a guy l dated for two months,
who never wants to see me again?

How do you know that?

Maybe he just got bonked on the head
and now he has amnesia.

Or maybe he got kidnapped
by international jewel thieves.

Point is, you have to
be the detective.

Well, now that you mention it, and
l can't believe l'm telling you this...

...but l sort of found
a manuscript he wrote.

lt had an address on it
in Worcester, where his parents live--

What are you waiting for?

-What, just call them up and ask?
-Yes, duh.

Don't you think it seems
a little desperate and pathetic?

lt's romantic and heartfelt.

l guess it wouldn't hurt.
At least l'd know where he was.

That he was alive.

Go. Call.

-What's going on?
-lt's all very exciting.

-The phone, it's actually ringing.
-Shut up.

Hello?

Welcome to the big leagues,
my friend.

Please don't embarrass me.

Rich Rinaldi.

-Hi.
-Hey. How you doing?

Good to see you.

Congratulations
on landing the account.

-Roger's singing your praises.
-That's certainly appreciated, Carl.

We do our best. This is Carl Rosen,
VP of marketing at Stepatech.

This is Pacey Witter, one of
our most promising young sellers.

l have a feeling you're
gonna be hearing a lot from him.

-Pleased to meet you.
-Pleasure to meet you, sir.

Well, gentlemen, keep up
the good work.

-Thank you.
-Thanks.

l see someone that l'm
gonna need to powwow with.

You gonna be okay on your own
for a little while?

-Okay. Save me.
-l'm sorry?

There's this 98-year-old man over
there that won't stop grabbing my ass.

So just until he stops lurking, pretend
we're having a conversation.

Okay. Hi.

That's it? That's it?

That's all l get?
''Okay. Hi''?

Okay. Hi, l'm Pacey Witter.

Well, so you're Pacey Witter.

-What, you've heard of me?
-Your reputation precedes you.

Now, l've heard that you are quite
the up-and-coming young talent.

-A real boy wonder.
-And just where did you hear that?

Let's just say that l make it
my business to know these things.

-So then, you work for Stepatech?
-Nope.

So....

lt must be an honour, picking you out
of everybody to come here tonight?

l see. You know Rich.

Do not believe a word
that man says about me.

So tell me, Pacey.
You're new at this, right?

Tough business?
Lot of sharks?

lt's not so bad.

Why this? A smart kid like you
could be in college.

-l mean, is it the money or--?
-No. No. Not really.

Well, that's a lie.

ln the beginning, it was the money.
And then it was the thrill of the hunt...

...the adrenaline. And now l guess
it's a combination of the both.

And what about you?
What do you do?

-l guess he's gone.
-Wait, that's it?

You're just gonna leave?

l don't even know your name.

Well, you're gonna have to
try a little harder than that.

l'll see you later, Pacey.

-Where is she?
-Who?

''Who?'' Who, she says.
You know damn well who.

Harley? Harley, get your butt
out here this instant!

-Harley isn't here.
-You don't have to cover for her, Joey.

The school called.
She cut class again.

Fourth time this month.

Harley? Come on,
l know you're hiding. Don't be afraid.

Just get your ass out here
so that l can kick it into oblivion.

You know, l hate to interrupt your
effective parenting techniques...

-...but l'm afraid she's really not here.
-Well, where do you think she went?

l mean, she's probably okay, right?
l mean you think she's okay?

Where is this coming from?

Look, Joey, l admit that l haven't been
the most present parent to this point...

...but sometime-- l don't know,
one minute it was Barney and Elmo...

...and now, well,
l'm kind of starting to realize that...

...my little muffin might
just be a juvenile delinquent.

All right, calm down.
She's not a juvenile delinquent.

l mean, she talks a good game, and
she may skip school occasionally...

...but it's all just a front.
Trust me.

Still doesn't change the fact
that she's missing.

My little girl is missing.

-Hey, Daddy.
-Harley.

-Where have you been, young lady?
-l just had an errand to run...

...in Worcester.

Hey.

-Big gig, huh?
-Yeah.

-You nervous?
-No.

That's a lie.
Yeah, actually, tremendously.

l don't think
l've ever done this sober before.

Well, in that case....

l quit.

-Quit?
-l'm re-assessing my life...

-...something.
-Bummer.

You know what?
Actually, can l just...

...have a sip?

-Sure.
-Thanks.

Want one of these?

There you go.

So do you think maybe
you could stop ignoring me...

...so we could go and talk?

Oh, l'm sorry.
Was l ignoring you?

My compliments to the chef
on the buffalo wings.

They're excellent tonight.

-Shouldn't you be punishing her?
-l am punishing her.

l'm making her sit
and have a meal with me.

-By the way, we're out of root beer.
-Ask the bartender.

Hey.

Thank you for driving her back.
But do me a favour.

Next time she
visits you in the gutter...

...shut the door, slither off
and stay away from her.

So that's it?

-You're just not gonna talk to me?
-lf you want to talk, go ahead.

Fine.

Look, Joey, l'm here because l know.
And l wanna help you deal with this.

-l mean, it's my problem too.
-What?

Look, Harley told me, okay?
l know.

-Know what?
-About....

About the whole, you know,
the whole pregnancy.

Oh, the whole fake pregnancy
thing she made up...

...to lure you here
under false pretences.

That whole pregnancy thing.

So wait a minute. Wait a minute.
You're not--?

-You mean you're not pregnant?
-No.

Oh, thank God.

Even if l was,
l certainly wouldn't tell Harley.

Hey, is this my...?

Where did you get this?

One of many non-valuables you
left behind for someone to clean up.

l leave you behind and you send
your little minion to come after me?

lf you didn't wanna be found, Eddie...

...you should've covered
your tracks a little better.

Did you--? Did you call my house
and hang up yesterday?

-No.
-You know, l mean, it makes sense.

l mean, you're obviously pissed off
by the way things ended between us.

Oh, you know what?
That's where you're wrong.

Because things actually
never really ended between us, Eddie.

You just moved to Worcester
for no reason...

...without even informing me,
which to me, if you ask me...

...that's not really an ending,
now, is it?

l don't care. Now that l know
you're alive, the mystery's solved.

l left, but did you ever stop to think
that maybe l did that for you?

-Are you dying, Eddie?
-No.

Were you protecting
government secrets?

Were you kidnapped by international
jewel thieves? ls that it?

Because otherwise, the only person
you did that for was yourself.

lt was a nice easy out.
l get it.

You know what, you got it.
You're out.

God, you think it was that easy?

-lt was the hardest thing l've done.
-Really?

You know what? Forget it, okay?
l'm just gonna go.

-Fine.
-Fine.

Fine.

So why, Eddie? Why?

-Because, okay?
-Because?

Because.
Because l couldn't even face you.

Okay? Because l was ashamed.

-Ashamed? Ashamed of what?
-''Ashamed of what?''

Joey, l couldn't even find a job.

l couldn't pay rent.
My electricity was turned off.

l had cockroaches
crawling on my arm.

But why would you think that would
make a difference to me, Eddie?

l mean, l'm poor too, remember?
l'm just like you.

No, okay? You are not just like me,
because you actually have a future.

-You have a life ahead of you.
-So do you.

No. No. Don't you see?

That's why l punched
Hetson that time...

...because he was right
and l knew he was right.

l mean, why is it that you're
the one who can't see it?

Joey, l'm nothing.

l'm just a guy with no job,
no money in the bank...

...no prospects, no education,
no talents, nothing.

l even got the rejection
letter to prove it.

-They said you had promise.
-They say that to everyone they reject.

Yeah, but in your case, it's true.

l appreciate the pep talk
and all, l do.

But let's face facts.

l mean, you and l, we're headed
for two very different futures.

And the truth is, Jo, is--

You deserve to be with
the best guy in the room.

Not the one who picks up his trash
or buses his table.

You're gonna have whatever you want
in this life, Joey.

l wanted you.

No.

No, you wanted that guy
you met in English class.

And l'm not him.

l got-- l gotta go.

Let's hear it for Hell's Belles.

What is up, Bent Elbow?

Well, l got in on the ground floor.

Sort of had an instinct about it.

-lnstinct or luck?
-l don't believe in luck.

Come on, we got some business
to attend to.

Do you know her?

-Who?
-Her.

Well, from the back of her head,
l'd say l have absolutely no idea.

Now, perhaps, you'd like to join me
in the office of Roger Stepavitch...

...to discuss ways you and l
can get closer to being millionaires.

-l can do that.
-Good.

So, Pacey, Rich tells me
you have quite a raw talent.

Everything l learned,
l learned from Rich.

Well, l appreciate all your hard work.

You've sold a lot of stock for us.

Because l believe in your company.

Tell me, Pacey, were you surprised
when Rich told you...

...that we decided you should
take a more prominent role...

...in the handling of
the Stepatech Corporate account?

Actually, Roger,
l hadn't mentioned it to him yet.

And l'm really sorry, gentlemen,
but l don't think l follow.

What do you mean?

lt's like a promotion, Pacey.

Your title will stay the same,
but you will get a substantial raise.

And from now on, your name
will be on all transactions...

...that we handle for
Stepatech Corporate.

That's-- That's fantastic.

Do you think l'm ready
for something like that?

l just finished those Series 7 s,
and l'm a little green....

-But if you think l can do it--
-l thought that you said that....

-l'm surprised by your attitude, Pacey.
-l'm sorry. l'm really sorry.

l think l misspoke.

lt's just such a fantastic opportunity
for a man as young as myself.

lt caught me a little flatfooted.

But let it not be said that Pacey Witter
is not about stepping into the future...

...which, if l'm correct, is actually
the slogan for your fine company.

-That'll do.
-Excellent.

Well, welcome aboard, young man.

-l predict great things for you.
-Thank you, sir.

l hope that l live up
your expectations.

l have no doubt that you will.

You're mad at me, aren't you?

No.

Yes, you are.
l know l messed up.

l'm sorry. You were so sad,
l just thought l could help.

l know, Harley.

lt's just that in the future, maybe you
could obtain my written consent...

...before you go off
telling boys that l'm pregnant.

Or on second thought, maybe you
could just not do it at all, okay?

-l won't. Promise.
-Thanks.

So, what happened?

He's gone.

He just left and he's given up.
And the thing that sucks about it is...

...l read those stories,
and they're really good...

...and he's never gonna
do anything with them.

He's probably just gonna
rot away in Worcester...

...and there's nothing that l can do.

Look.

-What?
-Hello?

No.

-Why not?
-Because l'm....

l'm not asking your dad
to read his stories.

He'd never help him,
and if he tried, Eddie wouldn't let him.

lt's worth a try, isn't it?

lf my dad hates them,
Eddie never has to know.

And if he loves them,
maybe he can help him.

lt's better than him
rotting away in Worcester forever.

Professor Hetson.

l was wondering if you could
read these short stories...

...and tell me what you think.

You are aware that l'm honest
to a point some have called brutal?

-Yes.
-And that l've crushed...

...more than one would-be
Sylvia Plath's ambitions into oblivion?

You're still willing
to take that chance with yours?

They're not really my ambitions.

-No.
-Come on.

Just read them.
They're really good.

-They're amazing, actually.
-l don't care.

You're his last chance, professor.
l know that you have connections.

Just give him some
encouragement, at least?

Miss Potter,
let's get something clear.

Not only is he not a
student at Worthington...

...not only did he try to defraud
our hallowed university...

-...not only did he kidnap my--
-He didn't kidnap her.

-He gave her a ride home.
-Potato, potato.

The thing is, l could forgive all that,
if it were not for one fatal mistake.

He punched me in the face.

There could have been scarring,
broken bones.

We're talking serious disfigurement
of one of my most cherished assets.

And that is not cool in my book.

Come on, Harley. We gotta go.

Don't worry. l'll work on him.

Don't forget your bag.

-Feel better?
-Sure.

Good.

You're out of the band.

Emma, you can't kick me out.

l can do better...

...because l had this moment of clarity
on a beach in Malibu...

...and l know that l need
to do better--

l don't want to hear it, Audrey.
You're out.

l'll call you a cab.
Go home and sleep it off.

Yes. Yes, l am back.
Can you believe it?

Harley forgot her backpack.

Oh, yeah, l'll get it for you.
lt's right behind the bar.

So your little plan worked.

Harley annoyed me into reading
a couple of Mr. Doling's stories.

-Really?
-Yes.

And while l found them to be perhaps
a little overwrought and derivative...

...they do show, at their core,
a writer with potential.

-You think he has potential?
-Don't make me say it again.

Well, l mean, there's gotta
be something you can do to help him.

-You could show them to a publisher.
-He's not ready for that.

-You could pull strings at Worthington.
-No.

Come on, there's gotta be
something you can do, anything.

All right. There is someone l know
at the California Writer's Workshop.

-Can you get him in?
-l think Eddie could get Eddie in...

...with my recommendation.

-lsn't that kind of, like, prestigious?
-Kind of, like.

-He doesn't have a degree.
-l know. l still think he has a shot.

Let me know what he says.

Well, actually, Professor Hetson,
l think he'd rather hear it from you.

Joey, he punched me.
l'll try and get him into this program...

-...but l think that that's enough.
-Yeah, but, Professor Hetson...

...he's kind of...

...given up, and l don't think
he'd listen to me. l really....

-We're not on the best of terms.
-lt's a fascinating saga.

lt's up to you.
You want to convince him...

...tell him
l'll write a recommendation.

Ball's in your court, kid.
Look, l'm off.

l've got Harley chained to a radiator.

Kidding, Joey.
Get a sense of humour.

So l guess this is good night.

l'm not going to be able to call you
unless you tell me your name.

-That was a big night for you in there.
-Yeah, l guess it was.

So l saw you and Rich
going into Roger's private office.

-l'm sorry?
-Let me guess.

You're moving up in the world,
maybe he offered you a promotion?

-A big raise?
-Are you a reporter?

Look, l just think maybe
you should ask yourself...

...why this has all been so easy.

Or if it's just
a little too good to be true.

Good luck, Pacey.

-Hey.
-Hey.

What are you doing here?

l thought that you should have this.

lt doesn't belong in the garbage.

-Thanks.
-Sure.

l gave it to Hetson and he said...

...he could maybe get you into
the California Writer's Workshop.

-You gave this to Hetson?
-Yeah, that's right.

What's the point, Joey?

They won't let me in.
lf they did, l can't afford that place.

Maybe there's a scholarship, okay?
Or financial aid.

The point is to at least try.
This is a shot, Eddie, a real shot.

l suggest you take it.

lf you want to be a coward about
our relationship and run out on me...

...that's fine, but don't
be a coward about this.

l mean, this is your life.
Don't give up so easily.

l guess l should go.

You know what?

l'm not gonna go because
that's just what you want me to do.

A long time ago, you told me
that you wanted to be...

...a person who really lived life,
but l guess that was a line, huh?

Because as far as l can see,
you're just afraid.

Of me, of yourself,
of actually living your life.

You're right.

What are you gonna do about it?
Are you just gonna sit here...

...and rot away in Worcester?

No.

Wrong answer.

l'm just doing
what you told me to do.

That's not what l meant.

lt's too late for that, Eddie.

-l gotta go.
-Wait, Joey, wait.

l love you.

Please, Joey, don't-- Don't go.

l don't want it to be too late.

l love you too.

Bye.

Audrey. Audrey.
Audrey, wake up.

Audrey. Audrey.