Deep in the marshy brush, Pacey and Dawson bury the evidence. All around them, frogs trill. Dawson asks what Pacey's thinking. "I'm thinkin' we pulled it off," Pacey says. The two of them set about filling in the hole, and Pacey continues, "And I'm thinking that something's been right tonight that hasn't been right for a long, long time. I just keep forgetting why we're not still friends." Because Dawson's a fuckknuckle? Dawson stops mid-shovelful and peeves, "You know it's not that simple." "Of course not, it's just that --" Pacey starts, and Dawson interrupts, "I know." They shovel in silence for a moment; then Pacey admits that, when Dawson told him he'd never trust him again, it ranked among the five worst moments of his life. Dawson -- of COURSE -- counters that, when he walked out and saw Joey and Pacey on his porch, "that was my worst. Number one with a bullet." Count yourself lucky, then, Gel-y Roll Morton. And get over it already. And SHUT UP. Pacey chews his lip, then asks if maybe, someday, he could convince Dawson that he's trustworthy again. God, Pacey -- run AWAY! He's not a good friend, as he's proven A HUNDRED TIMES! Dawson says mildly that he would like to believe that's a possibility. "I gotta try," Pacey murmurs, gathering his things. He turns to face Dawson: "I'm not ready to give up on you." Pacey? GIVE UP. We have. It's quite liberating, really. Dawson looks at him silently for a second, then grabs his jacket and observes, "Well, if it doesn't work out, we could always just kill each other." Wow. Good one. No, seriously -- that's not a bad line, especially coming from Dawson. They walk off through the reeds together, shovels in hand, and The Flute Of Potential Friendship Rekindling ushers us into the closing credits.

Next week: Gretchen raves about Dawson to Joey, Gretchen and Dawson kiss, and Joey sobs into her hand. Don't think these things have anything to do with each other, though, because you'll only be disappointed.