Degrassi: The Next Generation (2001–2015): Season 6, Episode 2 - Here Comes Your Man: Part 2 - full transcript
Ellie struggles to deal with her new roommate and writes an anonymous article about it for the school newspaper.
Whoo! Emma plus Sean.
It's never boring.
First that car race, then that kiss.
It just felt so right and...
And I have a boyfriend.
And I feel terrible.
I don't do this.
I'm not that kind of girl.
- I know.
That's why I, like,
respect you and whatever.
Well, I'm glad I have
your \x22respect or whatever.\x22
I have more
than just respect for you.
You know that, right?
- Peter's inside. I have to go.
Hello...
So she made it home in one piece.
Where's Sean? He's coming in?
Uh, nope, he's just leaving.
He had to go.
Aw, man. I wanted to see
what he thought about the big race.
Me beating Jay.
It was awesome, wasn't it?
Until the cops
crashed the party.
- So your cellphone was off?
We've been calling.
We were worried.
- She was worried, not me.
- Yo, Eminem, where's D12?
Degrassi's newest MC:
2 White, 2 Furious!
Yo, Cam-shaft!
What's up, dawg?
You down for another race tonight?
- You sure Emma doesn't mind
being dragged
to the street races again?
She'd rather bludgeon
a baby seal.
That's why it's just me and you,
my man.
- I got Calculus. I'm sorry.
I can help, man.
I'm pretty smart.
- Thanks...
but, no, thanks.
Attention, students,
Welcome back,
Heard the weather report
for today?
Sunny with partial clouds?
Slight chance of Calculus before lunch?
- More like: dark, stormy.
Chance of street racing
in the afternoon,
followed by more secret
make-out sessions with Sean.
Stick to acting, Manny,
'cause you're a lousy weather girl.
So you're saying
nothing happened?
For the gazillionth time, yes.
I mean, no.
I'm with Peter.
Sean is totally not even... anything.
- So who's acting now?
- Hey... C'mon.
Are you crazy? We're gonna
be late for Homeroom.
- Just gimme a second.
Had to give you something.
- They're gorgeous!
But how do I possibly
explain them to Peter?
- I hadn't thought about that.
There are a lot of nice,
attractive girls at Degrassi.
- Thanks, Mom.
- Or what about Ellie?
You guys were hot and heavy
for a while.
- Forget Ellie.
I know who I want.
I think you do, too.
Three residence spots
have opened up.
- Howden, Michelle;
room 206.
Aguiar, Colin in 416.
And Nash,
Eleanor;
Nash!
- Yes! Congrats, Eleanor.
- Thank you!
- Hey.
- Hi.
Uh... um...
- Well, it's... cozy.
And, hey, you have a roommate.
From yester-year.
- Eleanor?
I'm your new roomie,
Amberley.
- Ellie, actually.
Um, this is my friend, Marco.
- Oh, cute!
You'd better tie your scarf
around the doorknob when he's over.
- Hi. I'm gay.
- Omigod, really?
Eleanor, you are already
so much cooler
than my last roommate.
Such a sourpuss. Oh!
It's for all
the amazing memories
we're gonna be making this year!
- Oh...
- Amberley, uh...
Eleanor here is just super-duper
at making memories.
You two are gonna
be so happy together.
- Happy...
Yay...
What's with the frown,
Ms. Mopey?
Em! You said nothing happened.
- I sorta lied.
Just don't punch me, okay?
My arm's still hurting from yesterday.
Why, Em? Why?
It was all going so well!
You and Peter were perfect.
- Manny, you've never liked Peter.
Still don't. At all.
But he's been good to you.
Especially when you were sick.
- Like I don't feel guilty enough.
- It's not about guilt.
It's about you
not messing up your life.
You are not going back
to Rexieville Emma Nelson.
Not on my watch.
- I won't. I promise. I just...
I have a little romantic dilemma
which I'll figure out, okay?
I got dripped on
by something green and living
on the bathroom ceiling.
- Ugh, fungus-mold. Icky-wicky.
- Is this supposed to be food?
Uh, some kind
of delicious chowder?
- Looks like somebody already ate it.
- Well, you're taking journalism, right?
Sounds like your first article!
- What happened to my print?
- Oh, print?
I hope no one stole it.
- My things...
You... you unpacked them?
- Sometimes people need a push.
That's what my Gran-Gran says.
And Gran-Gran knows everything.
Okay...
Boo! Hey, uh,
you took off after school.
I wanted to give you a lift.
Yeah, so...
Sean totally bailed on me.
So you wanna hang?
Maybe go to the races?
- Rain check.
I just need
to be by myself tonight.
- Em, what's going on?
You're eating, right?
I didn't see you at lunch...
- Yes, I am eating.
I wasn't at lunch, because...
I just need my own space
right now.
What do you mean, space?
From me?
I just think maybe
we should take a little hiatus.
Nothing major.
- You're kidding, right?
I'm sorry.
I just need a break.
It's nothing to freak over.
Don't tell me not to freak!
You're dumping me.
I didn't say I was!
You're not understanding me!
No, I think I am.
It's Sean, isn't it?
God, I'm so stupid!
How could I trust that guy!
- Stop it. It's not Sean's fault.
- D'you have sex with him?
No! I can't believe
you'd even ask me that!
I'm not some kind of slut!
- Could've fooled me!
Em, I didn't mean it!
Okay, fine!
Good luck with Sean!
He's not who you think he is!
If you're looking for free condoms,
health clinic's next door.
- No, I'm good, thanks.
Was wondering
how to get something published.
Found the right person.
I'm Jesse. Editor. Written before?
- Co-op stuff I did in high school.
You're frosh? Yeah, we don't usually
give assignments to freshmen.
Not unless they have
something totally genius.
- Well, I do have something.
Um, it's a first-person reportage
on dorm life.
I think it's kind of funny.
- Not laughing.
- Gets better.
So... I'll just leave it there
and maybe you'll read it.
But if you do print it?
Um... it's gotta be anonymous.
I was kinda a little bit harsh.
A lot harsh.
- You're still here?
- Sean Cameron?
There's nothing in there,
Ms. H.
I told you,
I'm just following up on a tip.
So let's get this over with.
That's not mine!
Ms. H, I swear to you.
You have to believe me.
I think the evidence
speaks for itself.
- Sean! Wait! Wait!
- I'm suspended indefinitely!
I don't get it.
Who would do this?
Who'd plant drugs in my locker?!
Who hates me that much?!
Did you tell Peter? About us?
- Yes. But...
- He did this!
- That's ridiculous.
Yeah?
He's the principal's son!
He probably figured some way
to get into my locker!
- Do you know how paranoid that sounds?
- Then who?!
Who else planted it?!
Oh...
You think they're mine.
You think I actually sell drugs?
No. But... you did buy me
some very expensive earrings.
- I can't believe you.
I can't believe
you just called me a drug dealer.
- I didn't.
- You know what, Emma?
Go to hell!
- There I am.
There I really am.
Jesse, I said the byline
had to be anonymous.
Why? You don't stand
by what you wrote?
But I trashed the housing department,
the administration.
And that roommate of yours.
\x22Gran-gran.\x22
Oh, you're right.
It was funny.
- Won't be to her.
- Hey, you wanna be a journalist?
That's the name of the game.
It's about telling the truth.
No matter what.
Frosh, I'll make it up to you, okay?
You can cover the tuition rally.
- Like, an actual news story?
- You're still here?
- Hey. Heard the news.
How's Sean? Where is he?
- Probably far away from here.
Well, if you speak to him,
tell him I'll do whatever I can.
I'll talk to my mom.
Uh, I'll do anything.
Did you know about this?
I mean, the drugs?
I knew he was
into some stuff, yeah.
Just didn't know how deep.
- He thinks you did it.
- What?
Okay, Sean is my friend.
Yeah, I was hurt, but, like...
I would never.
And I don't know who made the tip.
Maybe he ripped someone off
on a drug deal or something.
I dunno.
Em?
About yesterday,
I'm so sorry.
- Me, too.
- Yeah, I was gonna use those,
but whatever.
- Whatever's right.
Alright, I'm outta here, man.
I'm going back to Wasaga.
- Man, that is so weak.
You're gonna let
that little wiener beat you?
He's already won. Alright,
I've been kicked outta school,
Emma thinks I'm a drug dealer.
I'm screwed, man.
Bummer times. Look, at least
you'll be able to sleep better
knowing that you fixed that punk.
Kicking the crap out of him
isn't gonna help.
Alright? His mom
will probably have me charged
with assault or something.
There are other ways
to beat him.
I bet he's at the races again.
He was there last night
looking for a race.
And I finally installed
the nitrous oxide in your ride.
Just the edge you need
to smoke that little punk.
- Let's teach him a lesson.
- Yeah, Pain 101.
My favourite subject.
- Hey! That's my stuff!
\x22... and my roommate,
the Stepford Omarosa,
minus the looks.\x22
Why would you do this?
- Look, I want to be a journalist.
And... and sometimes
that means people get hurt.
And sometimes black-clad
sourpusses get booted out.
The tribe has spoken, Eleanor.
Give me your torch.
- But... I...
- Get outta the car!
- What?
- Get outta the car, man!
Relax, dude,
what's this about?
You know what this is about.
We got a score to settle.
Dude, you tried
to steal my girlfriend.
Don't they teach you guy code
in Wagawaga Bay?
Don't they teach you
to fight your own battles?
Not to get your mom
to fight them for you?
You spent some time
in her office today, right?
She keeps a lot of cool stuff in there.
Like, uh... permanent records,
answer keys...
locker combinations.
- You son of a...
- Easy, Sean, easy.
Remember what we came here
to do, okay?
Yeah, I do.
You and me, alright?
We're gonna settle this out there,
on the street.
- What? You want to race me?
In that hunk of junk?
You're on, bitch.
- Omigod! What do we do?
Your phone.
Gimme your cellphone.
Gimme your cellphone!
Yeah, I need an ambulance.
There's a guy,
he's been hit by a car.
Near Simcoe Park,
past Countryside Drive...
Thanks, okay.
- Is he still breathing?
- Yeah. Where's that ambulance?
Sean, listen to me,
you have to go.
- What?
Peter is a minor. You're 18.
You're gonna do hard time for this.
- Don't listen to him.
- Am I talking to you?!
Sean, get in your car
and drive. Go!
That anonymous article?
Not so anonymous.
Student housing
gave you the boot, uh?
Lovely, insane Amberley
saved them the trouble.
Well, couldn't you issue
a retraction?
- On my first piece?
That'd make a great impression
on the editor.
- Que pasa?
- Uh, Ellie needs somewhere to crash.
- Just for tonight!
Well, wait. We are looking
for a roommate. Right, Dylan?
Well, so long as you can make rent,
mi casa es su casa,
- Yes! This is gonna be so great!
I know exactly how to kick off
our first night as roomies:
Saved by the Bell marathon
starts in five
and I have the microwave popcorn
with buttery jalapeno sauce!
Could you at least pretend
you're unhappy I got kicked out?
- Good news.
I just got off the phone
with Peter's dad.
They posted bail
and he is safe and sound at home.
What about the guy
who got hit?
- Well, he's in the hospital.
He's hurt, but he's stable.
And Sean just totally bailed?
That's a hit-and-run, right?
Em, I think everything's
under control now.
Why don't you go
get some sleep?
- This is bad.
- Sean?!
- Shhh.
- What're you doing here?
- I screwed up, Em.
I screwed up real bad.
- Understatement of the century.
The police are looking for you.
- I know. I know.
That's why I need your help.
You're the only one who cares.
You're the only one who can...
- You're wrong.
I don't care, Sean. I can't.
Not anymore.
You need to turn yourself in.
- Watch your head.
DVD Subtitling: CNST, Montreal
It's never boring.
First that car race, then that kiss.
It just felt so right and...
And I have a boyfriend.
And I feel terrible.
I don't do this.
I'm not that kind of girl.
- I know.
That's why I, like,
respect you and whatever.
Well, I'm glad I have
your \x22respect or whatever.\x22
I have more
than just respect for you.
You know that, right?
- Peter's inside. I have to go.
Hello...
So she made it home in one piece.
Where's Sean? He's coming in?
Uh, nope, he's just leaving.
He had to go.
Aw, man. I wanted to see
what he thought about the big race.
Me beating Jay.
It was awesome, wasn't it?
Until the cops
crashed the party.
- So your cellphone was off?
We've been calling.
We were worried.
- She was worried, not me.
- Yo, Eminem, where's D12?
Degrassi's newest MC:
2 White, 2 Furious!
Yo, Cam-shaft!
What's up, dawg?
You down for another race tonight?
- You sure Emma doesn't mind
being dragged
to the street races again?
She'd rather bludgeon
a baby seal.
That's why it's just me and you,
my man.
- I got Calculus. I'm sorry.
I can help, man.
I'm pretty smart.
- Thanks...
but, no, thanks.
Attention, students,
Welcome back,
Heard the weather report
for today?
Sunny with partial clouds?
Slight chance of Calculus before lunch?
- More like: dark, stormy.
Chance of street racing
in the afternoon,
followed by more secret
make-out sessions with Sean.
Stick to acting, Manny,
'cause you're a lousy weather girl.
So you're saying
nothing happened?
For the gazillionth time, yes.
I mean, no.
I'm with Peter.
Sean is totally not even... anything.
- So who's acting now?
- Hey... C'mon.
Are you crazy? We're gonna
be late for Homeroom.
- Just gimme a second.
Had to give you something.
- They're gorgeous!
But how do I possibly
explain them to Peter?
- I hadn't thought about that.
There are a lot of nice,
attractive girls at Degrassi.
- Thanks, Mom.
- Or what about Ellie?
You guys were hot and heavy
for a while.
- Forget Ellie.
I know who I want.
I think you do, too.
Three residence spots
have opened up.
- Howden, Michelle;
room 206.
Aguiar, Colin in 416.
And Nash,
Eleanor;
Nash!
- Yes! Congrats, Eleanor.
- Thank you!
- Hey.
- Hi.
Uh... um...
- Well, it's... cozy.
And, hey, you have a roommate.
From yester-year.
- Eleanor?
I'm your new roomie,
Amberley.
- Ellie, actually.
Um, this is my friend, Marco.
- Oh, cute!
You'd better tie your scarf
around the doorknob when he's over.
- Hi. I'm gay.
- Omigod, really?
Eleanor, you are already
so much cooler
than my last roommate.
Such a sourpuss. Oh!
It's for all
the amazing memories
we're gonna be making this year!
- Oh...
- Amberley, uh...
Eleanor here is just super-duper
at making memories.
You two are gonna
be so happy together.
- Happy...
Yay...
What's with the frown,
Ms. Mopey?
Em! You said nothing happened.
- I sorta lied.
Just don't punch me, okay?
My arm's still hurting from yesterday.
Why, Em? Why?
It was all going so well!
You and Peter were perfect.
- Manny, you've never liked Peter.
Still don't. At all.
But he's been good to you.
Especially when you were sick.
- Like I don't feel guilty enough.
- It's not about guilt.
It's about you
not messing up your life.
You are not going back
to Rexieville Emma Nelson.
Not on my watch.
- I won't. I promise. I just...
I have a little romantic dilemma
which I'll figure out, okay?
I got dripped on
by something green and living
on the bathroom ceiling.
- Ugh, fungus-mold. Icky-wicky.
- Is this supposed to be food?
Uh, some kind
of delicious chowder?
- Looks like somebody already ate it.
- Well, you're taking journalism, right?
Sounds like your first article!
- What happened to my print?
- Oh, print?
I hope no one stole it.
- My things...
You... you unpacked them?
- Sometimes people need a push.
That's what my Gran-Gran says.
And Gran-Gran knows everything.
Okay...
Boo! Hey, uh,
you took off after school.
I wanted to give you a lift.
Yeah, so...
Sean totally bailed on me.
So you wanna hang?
Maybe go to the races?
- Rain check.
I just need
to be by myself tonight.
- Em, what's going on?
You're eating, right?
I didn't see you at lunch...
- Yes, I am eating.
I wasn't at lunch, because...
I just need my own space
right now.
What do you mean, space?
From me?
I just think maybe
we should take a little hiatus.
Nothing major.
- You're kidding, right?
I'm sorry.
I just need a break.
It's nothing to freak over.
Don't tell me not to freak!
You're dumping me.
I didn't say I was!
You're not understanding me!
No, I think I am.
It's Sean, isn't it?
God, I'm so stupid!
How could I trust that guy!
- Stop it. It's not Sean's fault.
- D'you have sex with him?
No! I can't believe
you'd even ask me that!
I'm not some kind of slut!
- Could've fooled me!
Em, I didn't mean it!
Okay, fine!
Good luck with Sean!
He's not who you think he is!
If you're looking for free condoms,
health clinic's next door.
- No, I'm good, thanks.
Was wondering
how to get something published.
Found the right person.
I'm Jesse. Editor. Written before?
- Co-op stuff I did in high school.
You're frosh? Yeah, we don't usually
give assignments to freshmen.
Not unless they have
something totally genius.
- Well, I do have something.
Um, it's a first-person reportage
on dorm life.
I think it's kind of funny.
- Not laughing.
- Gets better.
So... I'll just leave it there
and maybe you'll read it.
But if you do print it?
Um... it's gotta be anonymous.
I was kinda a little bit harsh.
A lot harsh.
- You're still here?
- Sean Cameron?
There's nothing in there,
Ms. H.
I told you,
I'm just following up on a tip.
So let's get this over with.
That's not mine!
Ms. H, I swear to you.
You have to believe me.
I think the evidence
speaks for itself.
- Sean! Wait! Wait!
- I'm suspended indefinitely!
I don't get it.
Who would do this?
Who'd plant drugs in my locker?!
Who hates me that much?!
Did you tell Peter? About us?
- Yes. But...
- He did this!
- That's ridiculous.
Yeah?
He's the principal's son!
He probably figured some way
to get into my locker!
- Do you know how paranoid that sounds?
- Then who?!
Who else planted it?!
Oh...
You think they're mine.
You think I actually sell drugs?
No. But... you did buy me
some very expensive earrings.
- I can't believe you.
I can't believe
you just called me a drug dealer.
- I didn't.
- You know what, Emma?
Go to hell!
- There I am.
There I really am.
Jesse, I said the byline
had to be anonymous.
Why? You don't stand
by what you wrote?
But I trashed the housing department,
the administration.
And that roommate of yours.
\x22Gran-gran.\x22
Oh, you're right.
It was funny.
- Won't be to her.
- Hey, you wanna be a journalist?
That's the name of the game.
It's about telling the truth.
No matter what.
Frosh, I'll make it up to you, okay?
You can cover the tuition rally.
- Like, an actual news story?
- You're still here?
- Hey. Heard the news.
How's Sean? Where is he?
- Probably far away from here.
Well, if you speak to him,
tell him I'll do whatever I can.
I'll talk to my mom.
Uh, I'll do anything.
Did you know about this?
I mean, the drugs?
I knew he was
into some stuff, yeah.
Just didn't know how deep.
- He thinks you did it.
- What?
Okay, Sean is my friend.
Yeah, I was hurt, but, like...
I would never.
And I don't know who made the tip.
Maybe he ripped someone off
on a drug deal or something.
I dunno.
Em?
About yesterday,
I'm so sorry.
- Me, too.
- Yeah, I was gonna use those,
but whatever.
- Whatever's right.
Alright, I'm outta here, man.
I'm going back to Wasaga.
- Man, that is so weak.
You're gonna let
that little wiener beat you?
He's already won. Alright,
I've been kicked outta school,
Emma thinks I'm a drug dealer.
I'm screwed, man.
Bummer times. Look, at least
you'll be able to sleep better
knowing that you fixed that punk.
Kicking the crap out of him
isn't gonna help.
Alright? His mom
will probably have me charged
with assault or something.
There are other ways
to beat him.
I bet he's at the races again.
He was there last night
looking for a race.
And I finally installed
the nitrous oxide in your ride.
Just the edge you need
to smoke that little punk.
- Let's teach him a lesson.
- Yeah, Pain 101.
My favourite subject.
- Hey! That's my stuff!
\x22... and my roommate,
the Stepford Omarosa,
minus the looks.\x22
Why would you do this?
- Look, I want to be a journalist.
And... and sometimes
that means people get hurt.
And sometimes black-clad
sourpusses get booted out.
The tribe has spoken, Eleanor.
Give me your torch.
- But... I...
- Get outta the car!
- What?
- Get outta the car, man!
Relax, dude,
what's this about?
You know what this is about.
We got a score to settle.
Dude, you tried
to steal my girlfriend.
Don't they teach you guy code
in Wagawaga Bay?
Don't they teach you
to fight your own battles?
Not to get your mom
to fight them for you?
You spent some time
in her office today, right?
She keeps a lot of cool stuff in there.
Like, uh... permanent records,
answer keys...
locker combinations.
- You son of a...
- Easy, Sean, easy.
Remember what we came here
to do, okay?
Yeah, I do.
You and me, alright?
We're gonna settle this out there,
on the street.
- What? You want to race me?
In that hunk of junk?
You're on, bitch.
- Omigod! What do we do?
Your phone.
Gimme your cellphone.
Gimme your cellphone!
Yeah, I need an ambulance.
There's a guy,
he's been hit by a car.
Near Simcoe Park,
past Countryside Drive...
Thanks, okay.
- Is he still breathing?
- Yeah. Where's that ambulance?
Sean, listen to me,
you have to go.
- What?
Peter is a minor. You're 18.
You're gonna do hard time for this.
- Don't listen to him.
- Am I talking to you?!
Sean, get in your car
and drive. Go!
That anonymous article?
Not so anonymous.
Student housing
gave you the boot, uh?
Lovely, insane Amberley
saved them the trouble.
Well, couldn't you issue
a retraction?
- On my first piece?
That'd make a great impression
on the editor.
- Que pasa?
- Uh, Ellie needs somewhere to crash.
- Just for tonight!
Well, wait. We are looking
for a roommate. Right, Dylan?
Well, so long as you can make rent,
mi casa es su casa,
- Yes! This is gonna be so great!
I know exactly how to kick off
our first night as roomies:
Saved by the Bell marathon
starts in five
and I have the microwave popcorn
with buttery jalapeno sauce!
Could you at least pretend
you're unhappy I got kicked out?
- Good news.
I just got off the phone
with Peter's dad.
They posted bail
and he is safe and sound at home.
What about the guy
who got hit?
- Well, he's in the hospital.
He's hurt, but he's stable.
And Sean just totally bailed?
That's a hit-and-run, right?
Em, I think everything's
under control now.
Why don't you go
get some sleep?
- This is bad.
- Sean?!
- Shhh.
- What're you doing here?
- I screwed up, Em.
I screwed up real bad.
- Understatement of the century.
The police are looking for you.
- I know. I know.
That's why I need your help.
You're the only one who cares.
You're the only one who can...
- You're wrong.
I don't care, Sean. I can't.
Not anymore.
You need to turn yourself in.
- Watch your head.
DVD Subtitling: CNST, Montreal