Degrassi: The Next Generation (2001–2015): Season 6, Episode 14 - Free Fallin': Part 1 - full transcript
After Paige has a massive panic attack in class, her professor offers her one last chance in the form of a huge workload to be completed over the holiday weekend. Poor Paige tries to keep up appearances for her family but the pressure reaches a breaking point. Peter grovels to Darcy but her forgiveness won't come without a high price.
- And... time!
Next question.
And time. Next question.
- What?!
- Shhh, shhh, shhh, shhh.
And time.
Next question.
Time.
And time.
- God, I'm such an idiot...
- Hi, Alex's voicemail. Uh...
sorry I haven't called.
I wanted to, but...
Okay, have you ever felt
like the subway
is running over your lungs?
Like you're trying to breathe,
but the entire train
is just crushing your ribs?
Okay, huh, I'm rambling.
I just.. I really, really, really hope
that you're still going
to Marco and Dylan's this weekend.
Bye.
That's it. Oh, and I'll have
your exam marks next week.
Ah, Paige... Mick-hail-chook?
A word, please?
Um, Professor Janes,
I was hoping we could talk, actually.
Um... I guess you thought
I left the midterm.
Well, I mean, I did,
but not like...
When someone walks out
on an exam,
I like to know why.
I sleep better.
Well, that's part of it.
Sleeping. I haven't been.
- Ah... partying.
- No, I swear.
Though the rest of my dorm has.
A lot.
I just have so much work
all the time.
- Welcome to college.
It's stressful.
And who knew
there'd be so much math
in marketing.
Paige, you need
to pass this course
to stay in the program.
- Help me to, please.
I am seconds
from losing my scholarship.
- I don't want to discourage you,
but not everyone
is cut out for Banting.
- Professor Janes,
my mom was a Banting Girl
and I am a Banting girl.
I just have to get better at doing...
Banting.
- Take-home midterm.
Thank you, thank you, thank you.
I know I can do better this time.
- Along with your 20-page essay
on international branding,
and the chapter summaries
you're late on.
- Thank you, Professor Janes.
Don't worry, I won't let you down.
Makes no difference to me.
Just don't let yourself down.
Five p.m. Monday.
Have a great weekend!
Hey, I heard you needed
to get into the caf kitchen.
Well, I'm waiting for my mom
to drive me home,
so I thought
I might help out a friend.
- Funny. I don't see one.
- Ouch.
Well, I guess I could just go
to Media Immersion
and scroll through
some of your hot pics
if you ever put them
back up online.
Ha. Dream on.
I don't have time
for people who manipulate others
for their own fun.
\x22And if he sins against you
seven times a day
and returns to you seven times
saying 'I repent,' forgive him.\x22
You showed my private photos
to some 40-year-old pervert!
You can't make it up
with a Bible quote.
I repent, I repent, I repent,
I repent, I repent, I repent, I repent.
What do you say now?
- I say Matthew 10:42.
Look it up and be here
tomorrow morning at 7:00.
- On a Saturday?
The buses don't even run
that early.
- Whatever. It's up to you.
I cannot believe Mom and Dad
are renovating this weekend.
- And hello to you too.
- Mom and Dad are renovating
every weekend.
- Hey!
I missed you.
Here, homemade genettis,
brain food.
- Mm. I am starving.
Oh! Are you sure
that Ellie didn't make these?
Ellie took her laundry home
for the weekend. Oh, and jokes:
Keiko and Suki are off discovering
our country's natural wonders:
Niagara Falls.
So you are making
the Michalchuk family dinner?
I'm under enough pressure
with my parents coming too.
You guys are having
a double date with your folks?
- A date? Gosh, no.
Marco and I are just roommates.
Right, darling?
- Exactly, darling.
C'mon, let's get you
some non-homemade snacks.
- You like? I made it myself.
- Feeling hostile, are we?
- It's not hostility.
It's affection.
The message you left sounded like
the fabulous Banting girl
needed a little bit of a cheer-up.
Yeah,
because the fabulous Banting girl
has twelve tons of work to do.
- Well, now I'm here.
And we have some serious
catching-up to do.
- Hmm. Great.
Okay, I'm bagged.
Good night, ladies.
- Good night.
Mm, I gotta be up
at cock-a-doodle-dawn
to hit the books.
- Right.
I should go.
- No. Wait.
Let's have a sleepover.
Right here.
Just friends.
Yeah, I know, doofus.
I have a girlfriend.
- You are so lying.
You might have one friend
at Banting next year.
- Who?
You? Seriously?
- Despite your doubts,
I'm kicking butt at school.
Marks - not people.
- Well, that is fantastic, hon.
I am very glad
that you proved me wrong.
- Whatever.
Let's get our degrees,
and then road trip.
Imagine a couple
of Banting babes gone wild?
Thanks, Alex.
You're so comfy.
- Good night.
- Hey!
- Hey. I brought these for...
- Great idea!
The homeless deserve beauty
with their meals too, right?
- The homeless what?
Ha. Our church group's doing
a special dinner for them.
For tomorrow.
- And I'm here this early because...?
- Did you read Matthew 10?
Uh, yeah. Something about a guy
needs water,
gives it to a disciple
or something?
\x22I tell you the truth,
he will certainly not lose his reward.\x22
A.k.a. that forgiveness you want:
a reward.
- Right. So why are you here?
- We all need forgiveness for something.
And you...
can start by peeling apples.
Oh, and, uh... Peter?
I'm pretty sure you screamed
\x22I love turkey\x22 or something
in the middle of your sleep
last night.
I was having a nightmare, okay?
It was a nine-foot turkey.
- You're a loud person.
- Oh, good morning.
- Good morning.
I'm sorry, did...
did you sleep here,
or you just ran here
first thing in the morning?
Where's Paige?
Hey, you guys think
you can be a little louder for me?
Um, how 'bout you chill?
Like, don't you use flour
to make gravy?
Well, yeah, you use flour
and, like, chicken broth,
which is juice
from the chicken drippings...
Yeah, I know,
but make sure you get salt.
Star that.
- Okay, it's starred.
You guys, you're ridiculous.
Please take this.
This was Gran's, so careful.
Don't put it in the micro.
Here's the walnut-stuffing recipe
for Dylan.
Remind him, just a touch of sage.
Oh, Mom?
Can you come in for a sec?
I'd love to.
But the contractors...
But your daughter wants
to tell you something.
- Oh, can't it wait?
Sorry. What is it, sweetheart?
Never mind.
Compared to renovation hell...
it's nothing.
Unlike the contractors,
you've never let me down.
Does she breathe like the rest of us,
or does she produce her own air
internally like a blowfish?
Exactly!
Paige?
You all right?
- Don't make me be nice.
Okay, you made me.
Paige Michalchuk,
you are the prettiest,
smartest, bestest...
Why are you putting
more pressure on me, Alex?!
Why?!
- P-pressure?
What are you talking about?
Forget it, okay?!
Leave me alone, go!
- Forget what? What's wrong?
You don't get it, Alex!
And you never will!
So just... just go back
to your stupid, pathetic,
little straight-A high-school life
with your pathetic,
imaginary girlfriend, okay?!
Just go away!
Dylan, just move, okay?!
I'm much better at Fridge Tetris.
- Just leave the turkey out!
- No. My arm's freezing.
Just get outta here.
- Salmonella is so not festive.
Everything okay?
Alex bolted like she was on fire.
Yeah, that's Alex being Alex.
You can't just leave poultry
sitting out.
- See, I told you Dylan.
- What? Excuse me, but I...
- No, seriously,
you try to help.
- You know what? Just...
I'll... I'll cook,
take some parent pressure off you.
Don't you have an essay
to cook up?
Yeah, I can handle
my own course load, thanks.
Both of you, out!
- Fine. I'm done.
- Fine.
Here.
Try to relax.
Everything will be fine.
When I'm nervous, I fidget.
No. No. No. No!
Is it too late to cancel?
Hey, Mom, Dad!
Here, come in! Hey...
Hi.
- Heh-heh-heh-heh-hee!
Place looks great, Marco.
- Yeah. Yeah, it's good.
- For your house.
Oh, thank you, Mrs. Del Rossi.
Thank you.
Oh, I'll get that. Here.
I'll get that. Sorry...
- Mom, hey!
- Hi, sporto.
- Hey, Dad.
- Still no haircut.
- Still no hair.
- Yeah...
Butternut-squash soup
with frizzled leeks
and crème fraîche,
- So gourmet!
- She's such a talent.
She won the Brownies' Best Brownie
Award when she was six.
I always wished
I'd had a daughter.
I'm glad you didn't.
- This looks delicious.
- Are we late? We brought buns.
- I made buns.
Don't be rude.
Hello, Alex. Dylan?
Oh, yeah. I've got
some extra chairs in our room -
my room.
- What are you doing here?
Well, you invited me. And I wanted
to make sure you were okay
after your little breakdown.
- Breakdown?
- Alex is a pathological liar.
- Alex, maybe we should just...
Hey, no arguing over dinner.
Sit.
Now, who's your friend?
This is Carla.
My \x22imaginary\x22 girlfriend.
- Hello.
- I don't understand.
- Slow down.
- Is there a problem?
- Uh, my Greek's a little rough.
I think he wants
an extra piece of pie.
Is that alright?
- You speak Greek?
I learned some from my papou, grandpa.
He used to eat a lotta dessert too.
Tell him you peeled
the apples yourself.
- Yeah, I'll try. Um...
Oro moura... da...
peeled them myself.
The pomegranate dressing...
just exquisite!
Paige, you could've got
a scholarship for chef school too!
- Mom...
- Oh, and Dylan's
had offers recently
to play pro hockey in Switzerland.
- Once my visa comes through.
- Yeah, don't remind me.
Did you know Carla's
an honours grad student?
And Captain of the Toronto U
distance-running team.
- I'll clear the salad plates.
Banting wanted Paige
for their power squad -
they called it cheerleading
when I was captain -
but she chose
to focus on academics.
- Mom, please.
Once Paige gets her honours degree,
the Banting MBA program...
- Mom?
- Sweetie, tell everyone
how Banting has
the most prestigious program...
Why don't we talk
about something else?
Fine. Oh, don't you have
some sort of announcement?
- Yes. The turkey's ready.
- She's so modest.
Hey, Darcy,
you want a ride home?
- Sure. But I thought
since the whole street-racing thing,
you can't...
- No, I can drive.
- They gave you your license back?
- Yeah.
I didn't hit the guy.
I'm in the clear. But it'll cost you.
- Will half a pie do it?
- Hey, I take after my papou,
- Here it is!
Complete with traditional
Michalchuk-family walnut stuffing.
- Oh-ho-ho, looks delicious!
- Paige, let's hear your news.
Really, it's more of a dessert-
and-coffee kind of thing.
Dean's list? A bursary?
New boyfriend, hmm?
Who wants white
and who wants dark?
- I'll take white.
I told you not to overstuff
the bird.
- Omigod.
Traditional Michalchuk-family
walnut stuffing.
- We still have Brussels sprouts.
- And carrots.
Hey. Everybody's so worried
about you.
Except my pops, who's still,
you know, eating,
but take that as a compliment.
- I blew up a 20-pound turkey.
- Yeah.
Come on, Paige,
that's not all that's bothering you.
What is it?
What could possibly have my smart,
beautiful, talented friend so down?
- Don't call me that.
I am an idiot.
I have fooled all of you.
You are too stressed.
Is it school?
What, all that work
you brought home?
Paige, look,
you're not the only one.
I'll let you in on a little secret.
Last week,
I got a C- on my Psych paper.
- I should drive back tonight.
What?! Tonight?
It's three hours away!
It's fine, Marco.
Um...
I'll tell my parents and then go.
- Are you sure?
Hey, you call me
if you need to talk, alright?
- Yeah.
Yeah. 250 K an hour.
Before mods.
- You've never gone that fast!
Peter!
There are not enough airbags
in this world!
- License and registration.
- What'd we do?
- Just relax.
They hassle you
if you can go faster than them.
- But they're on bikes.
Yeah,
especially the ones on bikes.
- Shhh...!
We got a Peter Stone here.
M-31 Canaught Avenue, please.
Out of the car, please.
- Why? We're stopped.
Well, your friend Peter here's
been driving with a suspended license.
- It's true?
I cannot believe
I actually started to like you!
You'll never change!
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Next question.
And time. Next question.
- What?!
- Shhh, shhh, shhh, shhh.
And time.
Next question.
Time.
And time.
- God, I'm such an idiot...
- Hi, Alex's voicemail. Uh...
sorry I haven't called.
I wanted to, but...
Okay, have you ever felt
like the subway
is running over your lungs?
Like you're trying to breathe,
but the entire train
is just crushing your ribs?
Okay, huh, I'm rambling.
I just.. I really, really, really hope
that you're still going
to Marco and Dylan's this weekend.
Bye.
That's it. Oh, and I'll have
your exam marks next week.
Ah, Paige... Mick-hail-chook?
A word, please?
Um, Professor Janes,
I was hoping we could talk, actually.
Um... I guess you thought
I left the midterm.
Well, I mean, I did,
but not like...
When someone walks out
on an exam,
I like to know why.
I sleep better.
Well, that's part of it.
Sleeping. I haven't been.
- Ah... partying.
- No, I swear.
Though the rest of my dorm has.
A lot.
I just have so much work
all the time.
- Welcome to college.
It's stressful.
And who knew
there'd be so much math
in marketing.
Paige, you need
to pass this course
to stay in the program.
- Help me to, please.
I am seconds
from losing my scholarship.
- I don't want to discourage you,
but not everyone
is cut out for Banting.
- Professor Janes,
my mom was a Banting Girl
and I am a Banting girl.
I just have to get better at doing...
Banting.
- Take-home midterm.
Thank you, thank you, thank you.
I know I can do better this time.
- Along with your 20-page essay
on international branding,
and the chapter summaries
you're late on.
- Thank you, Professor Janes.
Don't worry, I won't let you down.
Makes no difference to me.
Just don't let yourself down.
Five p.m. Monday.
Have a great weekend!
Hey, I heard you needed
to get into the caf kitchen.
Well, I'm waiting for my mom
to drive me home,
so I thought
I might help out a friend.
- Funny. I don't see one.
- Ouch.
Well, I guess I could just go
to Media Immersion
and scroll through
some of your hot pics
if you ever put them
back up online.
Ha. Dream on.
I don't have time
for people who manipulate others
for their own fun.
\x22And if he sins against you
seven times a day
and returns to you seven times
saying 'I repent,' forgive him.\x22
You showed my private photos
to some 40-year-old pervert!
You can't make it up
with a Bible quote.
I repent, I repent, I repent,
I repent, I repent, I repent, I repent.
What do you say now?
- I say Matthew 10:42.
Look it up and be here
tomorrow morning at 7:00.
- On a Saturday?
The buses don't even run
that early.
- Whatever. It's up to you.
I cannot believe Mom and Dad
are renovating this weekend.
- And hello to you too.
- Mom and Dad are renovating
every weekend.
- Hey!
I missed you.
Here, homemade genettis,
brain food.
- Mm. I am starving.
Oh! Are you sure
that Ellie didn't make these?
Ellie took her laundry home
for the weekend. Oh, and jokes:
Keiko and Suki are off discovering
our country's natural wonders:
Niagara Falls.
So you are making
the Michalchuk family dinner?
I'm under enough pressure
with my parents coming too.
You guys are having
a double date with your folks?
- A date? Gosh, no.
Marco and I are just roommates.
Right, darling?
- Exactly, darling.
C'mon, let's get you
some non-homemade snacks.
- You like? I made it myself.
- Feeling hostile, are we?
- It's not hostility.
It's affection.
The message you left sounded like
the fabulous Banting girl
needed a little bit of a cheer-up.
Yeah,
because the fabulous Banting girl
has twelve tons of work to do.
- Well, now I'm here.
And we have some serious
catching-up to do.
- Hmm. Great.
Okay, I'm bagged.
Good night, ladies.
- Good night.
Mm, I gotta be up
at cock-a-doodle-dawn
to hit the books.
- Right.
I should go.
- No. Wait.
Let's have a sleepover.
Right here.
Just friends.
Yeah, I know, doofus.
I have a girlfriend.
- You are so lying.
You might have one friend
at Banting next year.
- Who?
You? Seriously?
- Despite your doubts,
I'm kicking butt at school.
Marks - not people.
- Well, that is fantastic, hon.
I am very glad
that you proved me wrong.
- Whatever.
Let's get our degrees,
and then road trip.
Imagine a couple
of Banting babes gone wild?
Thanks, Alex.
You're so comfy.
- Good night.
- Hey!
- Hey. I brought these for...
- Great idea!
The homeless deserve beauty
with their meals too, right?
- The homeless what?
Ha. Our church group's doing
a special dinner for them.
For tomorrow.
- And I'm here this early because...?
- Did you read Matthew 10?
Uh, yeah. Something about a guy
needs water,
gives it to a disciple
or something?
\x22I tell you the truth,
he will certainly not lose his reward.\x22
A.k.a. that forgiveness you want:
a reward.
- Right. So why are you here?
- We all need forgiveness for something.
And you...
can start by peeling apples.
Oh, and, uh... Peter?
I'm pretty sure you screamed
\x22I love turkey\x22 or something
in the middle of your sleep
last night.
I was having a nightmare, okay?
It was a nine-foot turkey.
- You're a loud person.
- Oh, good morning.
- Good morning.
I'm sorry, did...
did you sleep here,
or you just ran here
first thing in the morning?
Where's Paige?
Hey, you guys think
you can be a little louder for me?
Um, how 'bout you chill?
Like, don't you use flour
to make gravy?
Well, yeah, you use flour
and, like, chicken broth,
which is juice
from the chicken drippings...
Yeah, I know,
but make sure you get salt.
Star that.
- Okay, it's starred.
You guys, you're ridiculous.
Please take this.
This was Gran's, so careful.
Don't put it in the micro.
Here's the walnut-stuffing recipe
for Dylan.
Remind him, just a touch of sage.
Oh, Mom?
Can you come in for a sec?
I'd love to.
But the contractors...
But your daughter wants
to tell you something.
- Oh, can't it wait?
Sorry. What is it, sweetheart?
Never mind.
Compared to renovation hell...
it's nothing.
Unlike the contractors,
you've never let me down.
Does she breathe like the rest of us,
or does she produce her own air
internally like a blowfish?
Exactly!
Paige?
You all right?
- Don't make me be nice.
Okay, you made me.
Paige Michalchuk,
you are the prettiest,
smartest, bestest...
Why are you putting
more pressure on me, Alex?!
Why?!
- P-pressure?
What are you talking about?
Forget it, okay?!
Leave me alone, go!
- Forget what? What's wrong?
You don't get it, Alex!
And you never will!
So just... just go back
to your stupid, pathetic,
little straight-A high-school life
with your pathetic,
imaginary girlfriend, okay?!
Just go away!
Dylan, just move, okay?!
I'm much better at Fridge Tetris.
- Just leave the turkey out!
- No. My arm's freezing.
Just get outta here.
- Salmonella is so not festive.
Everything okay?
Alex bolted like she was on fire.
Yeah, that's Alex being Alex.
You can't just leave poultry
sitting out.
- See, I told you Dylan.
- What? Excuse me, but I...
- No, seriously,
you try to help.
- You know what? Just...
I'll... I'll cook,
take some parent pressure off you.
Don't you have an essay
to cook up?
Yeah, I can handle
my own course load, thanks.
Both of you, out!
- Fine. I'm done.
- Fine.
Here.
Try to relax.
Everything will be fine.
When I'm nervous, I fidget.
No. No. No. No!
Is it too late to cancel?
Hey, Mom, Dad!
Here, come in! Hey...
Hi.
- Heh-heh-heh-heh-hee!
Place looks great, Marco.
- Yeah. Yeah, it's good.
- For your house.
Oh, thank you, Mrs. Del Rossi.
Thank you.
Oh, I'll get that. Here.
I'll get that. Sorry...
- Mom, hey!
- Hi, sporto.
- Hey, Dad.
- Still no haircut.
- Still no hair.
- Yeah...
Butternut-squash soup
with frizzled leeks
and crème fraîche,
- So gourmet!
- She's such a talent.
She won the Brownies' Best Brownie
Award when she was six.
I always wished
I'd had a daughter.
I'm glad you didn't.
- This looks delicious.
- Are we late? We brought buns.
- I made buns.
Don't be rude.
Hello, Alex. Dylan?
Oh, yeah. I've got
some extra chairs in our room -
my room.
- What are you doing here?
Well, you invited me. And I wanted
to make sure you were okay
after your little breakdown.
- Breakdown?
- Alex is a pathological liar.
- Alex, maybe we should just...
Hey, no arguing over dinner.
Sit.
Now, who's your friend?
This is Carla.
My \x22imaginary\x22 girlfriend.
- Hello.
- I don't understand.
- Slow down.
- Is there a problem?
- Uh, my Greek's a little rough.
I think he wants
an extra piece of pie.
Is that alright?
- You speak Greek?
I learned some from my papou, grandpa.
He used to eat a lotta dessert too.
Tell him you peeled
the apples yourself.
- Yeah, I'll try. Um...
Oro moura... da...
peeled them myself.
The pomegranate dressing...
just exquisite!
Paige, you could've got
a scholarship for chef school too!
- Mom...
- Oh, and Dylan's
had offers recently
to play pro hockey in Switzerland.
- Once my visa comes through.
- Yeah, don't remind me.
Did you know Carla's
an honours grad student?
And Captain of the Toronto U
distance-running team.
- I'll clear the salad plates.
Banting wanted Paige
for their power squad -
they called it cheerleading
when I was captain -
but she chose
to focus on academics.
- Mom, please.
Once Paige gets her honours degree,
the Banting MBA program...
- Mom?
- Sweetie, tell everyone
how Banting has
the most prestigious program...
Why don't we talk
about something else?
Fine. Oh, don't you have
some sort of announcement?
- Yes. The turkey's ready.
- She's so modest.
Hey, Darcy,
you want a ride home?
- Sure. But I thought
since the whole street-racing thing,
you can't...
- No, I can drive.
- They gave you your license back?
- Yeah.
I didn't hit the guy.
I'm in the clear. But it'll cost you.
- Will half a pie do it?
- Hey, I take after my papou,
- Here it is!
Complete with traditional
Michalchuk-family walnut stuffing.
- Oh-ho-ho, looks delicious!
- Paige, let's hear your news.
Really, it's more of a dessert-
and-coffee kind of thing.
Dean's list? A bursary?
New boyfriend, hmm?
Who wants white
and who wants dark?
- I'll take white.
I told you not to overstuff
the bird.
- Omigod.
Traditional Michalchuk-family
walnut stuffing.
- We still have Brussels sprouts.
- And carrots.
Hey. Everybody's so worried
about you.
Except my pops, who's still,
you know, eating,
but take that as a compliment.
- I blew up a 20-pound turkey.
- Yeah.
Come on, Paige,
that's not all that's bothering you.
What is it?
What could possibly have my smart,
beautiful, talented friend so down?
- Don't call me that.
I am an idiot.
I have fooled all of you.
You are too stressed.
Is it school?
What, all that work
you brought home?
Paige, look,
you're not the only one.
I'll let you in on a little secret.
Last week,
I got a C- on my Psych paper.
- I should drive back tonight.
What?! Tonight?
It's three hours away!
It's fine, Marco.
Um...
I'll tell my parents and then go.
- Are you sure?
Hey, you call me
if you need to talk, alright?
- Yeah.
Yeah. 250 K an hour.
Before mods.
- You've never gone that fast!
Peter!
There are not enough airbags
in this world!
- License and registration.
- What'd we do?
- Just relax.
They hassle you
if you can go faster than them.
- But they're on bikes.
Yeah,
especially the ones on bikes.
- Shhh...!
We got a Peter Stone here.
M-31 Canaught Avenue, please.
Out of the car, please.
- Why? We're stopped.
Well, your friend Peter here's
been driving with a suspended license.
- It's true?
I cannot believe
I actually started to like you!
You'll never change!
DVD Subtitling: CNST, Montreal