EXT. HARBOUR - EVENING

The yacht, "Silver Cloud" draws slowly into the harbour, heading for its dock. THE CAPTAIN and PACEY quickly shout orders to the other deck hands, and the process is soon complete.

CAPTAIN

Well, Pacey, I suggest you get cracking with your shore leave. We'll be leaving in thirty-six hours.

PACEY

Okay dokey. I'll be back before you know it.

He shoulders his rucksack and steps onto the dock.

INT. MURPHY'S - NIGHT

JOEY is on her shift, working as a waitress in the diner. The place is packed, much busier than it was during the morning.

It makes sense - its only a week from the beginning of term and none of the students have learned how to cook for themselves yet.

At the tables are a few loud parties of co-eds, chattering away loudly. But she notices one customer, DOUGIE, sitting alone, reading an Iain Banks novel while he waits to get served.

JOEY

Hiya. What can I get ya?

DOUGIE

(In a thick Glaswegian accent)

Em. Can ah have a coffee, and what do ye call those thingies. Aye, bagels. I'll have a couple of those. Cheese wans. Please.

The look on JOEY's face confirms she didn't understand a word of it.

JOEY

(Smiling apologetically)

I'm sorry, I didn't get any of that. Can you speak a little slower.

DOUGIE

Not again. I'm always forgetting I'm not back home any more. Can I have a black coffee and two cheese bagels, please.

JOEY

That's fine. Where are you from, are you Irish?

DOUGIE

Nearly. Scottish. Flew in from Glasgow last week. I'm here on a scholarship - studying Engineering at Worthington. But I'm forgetting my manners - my name's Dougie - pleased to meet you Joey.

JOEY

How did you know my name.

DOUGIE

Well, it's written right there on the badge.

JOEY

Sorry. My brain's asleep today. Anyway, I better get your order. Be right back.

DOUGIE

Be right here.

INT. DAWSON'S COLLEGE DORM - NIGHT

Sprawled head first on his futon, DAWSON watches "Lawrence of Arabia". OMAR SHARIF is onscreen.

OMAR SHARIF

They are good for riding. Try!

DAWSON smiles in wonder at the amusing direct cut to PETER O'TOOLE trotting on a camel.

There is a KNOCK at the door.

DAWSON

Wrong room. Brad's down the hall.

PACEY

(Through the door)

Is he now. Well, I'm sure he's cute, but I'm not into guys, you know.

DAWSON jumps out of bed and yanks open the door. The two friends embrace.

DAWSON

God. I've missed having you around, Pacey.

PACEY

(Grinning his Pacey grin)

Good to see you, man. But you ought to put some pants on. People might start talking.

DAWSON looks down at his frankly lame polka dot boxer shorts.

DAWSON

Mmm. Good idea.

He grabs a pair of jeans off the chair and pulls them on.

DAWSON

So, you eaten? Want to grab dinner at Dennys? There's one a couple of blocks away and I've got the Jeep outside.

PACEY

Yeah, that's how I worked out what building you were in. It was just about the only thing in the parking lot that wasn't German.

He sings:

"Oh dad, won't you buy me

A Mercedes-Benz

The poor kids drive Wranglers

I must make amends"

DAWSON

There's a lot of money around here, buddy. A lot of money. Anyway, let's get going.

He is still barefooted.

PACEY

Shoes, Dawson?

DAWSON

Yeah. Good point. Well presented.