Then Pacey and his big fish -- which now looks more like a three-footer -- are being feted in the winner's circle, and then Pacey and The Sheriff are handed a trophy. A bit later (I guess), Dawson and Jack shake hands and say goodbye. Oh, because they've had some kind of emotional breakthrough? Sorry, I don't think Dawson is that evolved, and I am positive that he won't remember that next week. Plus he looks a little bit too pleased with himself for having overcome his anti-Jack feelings and shaken his hand, like, yeah, you're Gandhi. Behind him, Pacey and The Sheriff are walking through the crowd, and Pacey is saying, "I will never as long as I live forget the feeling of adrenaline that I got when I got that good, solid tug on the line and I knew that that fish had surrendered to the greater power." The Sheriff hands him the trophy and says, "Be proud of yourself. Enjoy this moment. You probably won't have many more like it." Ouch, that's gonna leave a mark. As The Sheriff struts off, Pacey slumps defeatedly. Dawson walks over and for once doesn't say anything. Pacey says, "Do you have any idea how many times I've set myself up for that one?" Dawson looks on grimly, biting his lip. Pacey continues, "I mean, over and over and over again, I just can't seem to stop myself from trying to get one unqualified 'Good job, son,' out of that bastard. I really must be a simpleton." Dawson says, "I know it's not the same, but there are people in your life who recognize and respect your talent and intelligence, and one of them's standing right in front of you. The other one is probably sitting in her bedroom right now having a perky coronary in anticipation of your return from sea." Pacey smiles at that one, and says, "Yeah. Yeah." He gets up and thanks Dawson. Uh, that was a pep talk? Forget your dad, you have two people who care about you? Nice one. And, Dawson, I think you count as a half.