So, Pacey has to go outside to find Doug to tell him that it's his turn to talk to Pa. Doug is, like, hanging out in an alley, moping. I'd like to make it perfectly clear that I empathize with Doug. It sucks to feel unappreciated, especially when you feel like you're the person who's been doing all the work. However, a family crisis probably isn't the time to decide that you're fed up, and to retreat to poorly lit breezeways to sulk. Anyway, the Witter brothers have this very dull argument about how Pacey's getting all the credit after doing none of the work, and Doug finally admits that he's been taking care of the Witter clan for years and he's sick of it. Sick! Pacey waves his index finger around threateningly and yells that Doug chose to stay in Capeside. And Doug yells that he has made choices -- responsible ones! -- even though he knows that's a foreign concept to someone who plays "musical careers." And so Pacey is all, what's your problem? Am I stepping on your turf, or something? "I'm a member of this family," he reminds Doug. Doug rolls his eyes. "Yeah, conveniently," he says, bitterly explaining that Pacey has this habit of sweeping in with gifts and pulling the wool over everyone's eyes, so they all "forget." Pacey's all, "Forget what? Am I not allowed to change?" Doug has no real response to this, so Pacey starts waving his threatening finger around some more. "Ultimately, this is not about our father, which is kind of pathetic considering the condition that man is in right now," he shouts. "This is about you wanting to see my face every day, knowing you're still the good son. That you're top dog. Well, that's just sad!" Pacey tells Doug that he "had to leave sometime," and points out that it's not as though he's abandoned them forever. He comes back when he's needed, and you know what? Maybe -- just maybe -- Pa Witter is happy to know that Pacey isn't going to hold a grudge against him for the rest of his life! "In a strange way, this might be a good thing," Pacey insists. Doug sniffs, irritated and bratty. "It is a good thing. And it's all yours, little brother. It's all yours. Enjoy it while it lasts." And then he stomps away. Well! Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.