and as Smalls voice-overs, "Where did you go with Deputy Witter?" we do a slow fade back to Pacey in the interrogation room. "Where do you think?" Pacey cracks.
Cut to a donut, sitting on a plate. Oh, all right: heh. Doug masticates a donut and reads the paper. Pacey is bored. I can relate. Doug tells him not to judge a book by its prologue -- whuh? -- and says that there's plenty of excitement to come, more than any episode of COPS could teach Pacey. Pacey slurs a skeptical "really" through a mouthful of donut. "Mmm-hmm," Doug says, jamming a bite of donut into his own mouth. "I'm gonna brace myself for that," Pacey says. Both Witters have donut crumbs on their faces. I hold a mirror up to Wing's mouth to reassure myself that she's still breathing. Glark turns over, murmurs, "But I want a pony," and goes back to sleep.
A snare drum accompanies the "revelation" that Dawson spent the morning alone in Mr. Brooks's study. The Amish sharpen their homemade pencils using a knapped flint they found in a field somewhere as we pan across the cluttered study to Dawson moving boxes and sending up plumes of dust. Cue The Saxophone Of Forties-Style Reminiscence. Dawson snoops in one of the boxes and finds Mr. Brooks's old Capeside High yearbook, leafing past pictures of CHS administrators straight out of a hygiene pamphlet, he comes across Mr. Brooks's senior page. "Arthur Isaac Brooks," he reads, as we see a photo of a young Harve Presnell. Young Artie's interests included the newspaper, track and field, and aspirations to become a "great Hollywood filmmaker." The Amish jump out of their handmade willow rocking chairs to avoid the crashing entrance of the village smithy's anvil. "Oh my God," Dawson murmurs.
Shutter-snap cut to The Flash, who wants to discuss Dawson's "infamous ninth-grade senior pact." "Dad, that was four years ago," Dawson smugs. "Wait -- what pact?" Smalls demands. Dawson backstories that, his freshman year, the seniors "pulled a particularly lame prank," so he and Pacey vowed that they would "do it right" and craft "the prank to end all pranks -- we talked about it for years." Smalls jumps on this, but Dawson dismisses him by saying that, "in case you hadn't noticed, Pacey and I aren't exactly Butch and Sundance these days." "Butch and Sundance"? And which one of them would that make you, Dawson -- Butch My-Hair-Looks-Like-Assidy, or the Sun-In Dance Kid? Also, shut up. Dawson claims not to have even remembered the pact until he trails off. At Smalls's prompting, Dawson says, "I can tell you that I didn't do it. I can't speak for Pacey." The Flash turns to look at Smalls. Smalls makes a weird motion with his lips in the direction of The Flash. Dawson pinches the bridge of his nose all VP of the Drama Club as we go, thankgodfully, to commercial.