Degrassi: The Next Generation (2001–2015): Season 6, Episode 6 - Eyes Without a Face: Part 2 - full transcript

I want you to discuss
the different ways media layers itself.

Now we've talked
about cross-promotion

and conglomerates...

... let's talk about the way

that print and broadcasting
inform one another.

Darcy,

can you see me, please?

MyRoom Page and chat functions...

I know, we're not supposed
to use them in school.

- Then why were you?

Darcy, all your activity is logged.
I can see it here on my monitor.



You can? But... it's private.
You shouldn't read it. That's wrong.

It's not wrong.
It's school policy.

Besides, we've spoken about
the dangers out there in cyberland.

- Please, I'm not a little kid.
- Well, you're kind of acting like one.

And quite frankly,
your marks are starting to slip.

This isn't like you.
- Fine. I'll try harder, okay?

Can I go?

Graphing trig functions.
Now you football players

will have an advantage
'cause you know

the shapes we're looking for.

Next class!

Bet Adams knows the shape
he's looking for. Yours.

- Why are you always so gross?

- Joke? Humour? Heard of it?



Look, come over tonight.

My mom's next door at her friend's.
We can do our little photo shoot.

- Without Manny? Mm-mm.
- Come on, we don't need her.

Yeah, we do. Without Manny,
it's just me and you and a camera. Ick.

- Thanks, it's so nice to hear.

Look, you got something
people wanna pay for.

Don't you wanna make some cash?

- You're not my pimp, okay?

I just meant that we could still use
some money for Spirit Squad.

Some cool uniforms for the boys?

- I'll think about it.

You need to watch out for Peter.
Sure has his creepy eye on you.

- I'm with Spinner, remember?

I don't think of Peter
that way at all.

It doesn't matter
what you think of him.

It matters what he thinks of you,
You need to watch out for him.

What I need is to change out
of these stinky gym clothes

so I can go out with my boyfriend,
whose name isn't Peter.

- That's it for me.

See ya.

- Three, two...

... one.

- Why, Mr. Bossman,

this is so...

so inappropriate...

for the workplace.

Which is why we wait for the doors
to shut for us to be alone.

The sexiest kind of alone there is.

- Well, not too sexy,

Mr. Bossman.

I need to make this deadline
or you might have to fire me.

- Deadline's extended.

- But what if, um...

Nina comes back?

Or Eric,
or one of the other writers?

- Well...

then why don't we take this act
on the road.

Say, like... my place?

- Really am worried

about my work.

Maybe I'll just, um...

I'll buckle down here

and write
the rockingest review ever.

- That's cool.

Later, Frosh.

- So... what's he like?

- Cute. Funny. Um...

sexy. Smart.

Intimidatingly so.

Don't know what he sees in me.

- Oh, come on, El.

- Ash, he's 22.

With tons of experience.
I've only had two boyfriends.

One was Marco. Gay.

And the other was Sean.

And we never...

... you know.

- You think he wants to?

- Um, he's a guy.

- Yeah, good point.

So have, you know,
talked about, uh...

doing it?

- Can we not say \x22doing it\x22?

And no.

No, we haven't talked about it.

Not yet. I mean...

I find it a little embarrassing.

And by little, I mean hugely.

Well, if you can't talk about it,
you should at least be prepared.

In case, you know,
it just... happens.

- I hate when you're right.

Lucky for you, there's
a health clinic at the university.

- Whoa...

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Easy there, tiger.

Darce, these days,

it's like you're gonna jump
outta your own skin.

Do you wanna talk
and tell me what's going on?

I don't want to talk.
I want to show you something.

Hi, Clare. Bye, Clare.

Mom says no boys in our room
when she's not here.

Don't be a goodie-goodie.
Go downstairs.

Come look, come look.

You bring me up here
to help you study?

Do... do you wanna fail?

Whoa, these are... hot!

Tell me which ones you like.
I think that one's good.

I look tall and my legs look tanned!

I took those myself last night.

Darce, why's it say
MyRoom Page in the corner?

- Well, they're linked to my page?

But it's private.
Password-protected.

Well, whatever,
these photos are still online.

Why?

Who else has seen these?

- I thought...

you'd think they're sexy.

I thought you'd think I was sexy.

Will you answer the question?
Have other guys seen these pictures?

- No. Yeah.

But not many.
It's a really private web page.

There is no such thing
as privacy on the web, Darcy!

Guys are looking at you!

But they're just looking.
That's all they're doing.

That's not all they're doing,
Darcy.

- Spin... Spin, don't.

I just...

I wanted to feel beautiful and...

sexy and, like, free.

Just, I thought
if I showed it to you,

then... you'd understand.

Well, I don't.
You have to take this down.

- I... I don't want to.

I can't even deal with this right now.
I gotta go.

- Oh!

- Wow. That's, uh...

a lot of birth control.

In so many, uh...
forms and colours.

Yeah, well, um...
I told the woman

I don't actually want
any birth control,

just the information, please,

and she looked at me like I had
four noses and insisted I take all this

when I was, like, \x22Please, I just want
the information, that is all.\x22

You know, I like to read,
I'm a researchy type.

- I'll, uh...

catch ya later.

So how naked
are we getting here?

- Naked? I don't do that, thanks.

- Joking.

So you got in a fight
with Spinner?

Uh, was it a fight or the fight?

You guys break up?

- I don't know yet.

- \x22Yet.\x22 That's not sounding good.

I couldn't believe
when Emma dumped me.

Hurt like hell.

Still does.

Which is why this has been so great.

Someone to hang with
and to talk to.

Someone cool. Like you.

Let's get on with it.
I wanna get these pictures online

by tonight.

- Wow!

That one's gorgeous.

Can you flip your hair again?

Wow! Darcy...

- We saw...!

- The Ring? A shooting star?

Your future lives
as lonely old dorks?

- Your MyRoom Page. Hot stuff.

- Oh, and we don't mean the blog.

- We mean the private page.
- Sex-ay.

What? Are you serious?
It's password-protected!

- What can I say?

Years of computer camp paid off.

My man is like the Obi-Wan
of password hacks.

Dude is like scary.

You hacked in? Why? Why were
you even on my page to begin with?

'Cause you're hot.

Just... tell me you pervs
didn't show the pictures to anyone.

- Not... yet.

- Oh, we want 20 dollars.

Whoa! I forgot my lunch money today.

- And we also want

a shot of your bazoongas
by Friday.

- \x22Bazoongas\x22 are off the table.

You two little weirdos forget
you ever saw that page,

because it is coming down
in, oh, about 5.7 seconds.

- Bazoongas?

Dude, you're so lame.

- Let's join hands.

Lord, there are those among us
who have benefited

from your lessons of forgiveness
in the past.

And it is our hope that they will extend
further forgiveness, um...

to those who really badly need it.
Amen.

Spinner!

Spinner, stop! Please?

I took the page down!
It's all over!

- You're right, Darcy,

it is all over.

- Spin, I know you're furious,

but you have to know
that these pictures mean nothing.

- They mean everything, Darcy.

You put me through the ringer
on \x22revirginizing.\x22

And that whole thing with Paige, you...
- That was cheating!

You slept with her.

And this is so much better? You're
posing for random guys on the Internet!

It wasn't random.
I mean, I know the guy,

he's a friend...
- So you were cheating.

Which makes you
the biggest hypocrite that ever lived.

Just... tell me who sent you
those pictures.

Was it Danny? Derek?

- Who?

It was Peter.

Excuse me, sir?
Hi. Can I help you?

- I'm just looking for somebody.

- Oh, okay. Can you tell me who?

Sir, this is a school.

We can't just let strangers
walk off the street.

- Right.

I understand. I'll go.

- Why?! Just tell me why!

Why would you do
something so horrible?!

- I didn't think it was so horrible.

You two
were gonna break up anyway.

- I never said that!
- You didn't have to.

Come on, Darcy, you and Spinner
were never gonna last.

- Excuse me?

Why would you wanna be
with a boring Christian guy,

when inside you,

there's this sexy chick
trying to bust out?

I was trying to help you, Darcy.
Spinner just doesn't get you.

- And you do?

You're nothing to me, Peter.
Never have been.

- Not like Adams.

You really buy that crap
I told you about him?

I met Adams in a chatroom.

He's just some bored, lonely loser.
With money.

- But... I thought...

He said...

- Lies.

A lot of lies.

He played you, Darcy,
just like you played me.

- You're quiet today.

Is it about the pictures?

- Clare! You didn't look at them?

They were on our computer.
If you didn't want me to see them...

Just promise... don't ever
do something like that, okay?

- What do you think I am, five?

- Darcy? Hi.

- Who's he?

- It's me, Adams.

- Go inside.
- I don't like this.

- Go inside.
- Hi.

- What are you doing here?

How'd you find where I live?

- Just a little detective work.

Your cheerleading photos
had the Degrassi logo, so I...

I kinda followed you home.

I just wanted us to meet.

I thought we could get to know
each other, just one on one?

That's a nice bracelet.

- Thanks. My boyfriend made it.

- Oh, Spinner?

- I took down my page.

I was so sad.
W-what happened?

Why did you do that?

- Hello, 911?

- Next pitch? Ellie.

- Uh, okay.

Um, as most of you know -

and love to bug me about -

I'm a first-year.

And I'm a little fascinated
by that office down the hall.

- The sexual-health office?

- Um, so...

following in the great
though fictional steps

of Carrie Bradshaw,
I'd like to pitch a series,

on sexual health on campus.

- Pass. Next?

- Hang on. I've done research...

- It's okay, we get it.

Next?

- I... I-I just, um...

I think it's important

that we're all informed about sex.

- Our readers are informed, Frosh.

- But...
- It's dead, okay?

Stop pitching it.
Freddie, what do you got?

- I... I should really go.
- We haven't even talked.

How's school? Do you like it?

You must have so many friends.

- I guess so.
- I know you would.

Pretty girl like you,
everyone wants to be around you.

Wait, Darcy, come back!

- Show me your hands, sir.
- We were just talking!

- Show me your hands!

- Darcy, I thought you liked me.

We're investigating a report
of a trespasser in the area.

I'm gonna need to see some ID.

- Darcy!
- Sir, you need to stay here.

- No. No, I don't!

She's my friend.
Tell them that you know me!

Darcy, tell them I'm your friend!

- You're coming with me.
- Darcy!

- I want to resign.

From the paper and... us.

So... goodbye.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Can we discuss this?

Jesse, I just made
a complete ass of myself

and you sat there with Nina
and watched.

No, I did not.
I was trying to help you.

Why'd you think
I was trying to stop you?

But you just keep going and going.

- I do have that tendency.

What were you doing
with all that stuff, anyway?

I mean...
how much birth control do you need?

- No, Jesse, don't.

It's not funny at all.

You know, you're... cute
when you're mortified.

Well, remind me
to mortify myself more often.

Remind me
we need to have a talk.

About us.

Where we're going.

That is, if there still is an us.

- Resignation cancelled.

- Good.

'Cause I wasn't gonna
accept it anyway.

You're stuck with me, Frosh.

For a long time, I hope.

So, um... they're gonna take
our computer away, for evidence.

So if you have anything on there,
then...

It's okay.
Do you have anything?

Emails from Spinner or something?

- I don't wanna remember.

- It's okay, Darce.

- No.

No, everyone's gonna know.

At school.
About how I'm a hypocrite.

- Nobody's gonna find out.

I'll punch them.

You're good, Clare.
You're really good.

You are too, Darce. You just got
a little turned around is all.

I think it's a teensy bit
more complicated than that.

I'm pretty mixed-up.

A person can be good
and mixed-up

all at the same time.

- Yeah?

Okay.

I hope you're right.

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