All language subtitles for Degrassi.Next.Class.S04E03_English

You sure you're ready for this?

I was born ready.
Try to keep up.

We're also ready, for the record.

Welcome, ladies and lords,
to Castle Degrassi!

This year's prom theme will be
One Enchanted Evening.

It will be a night of magic!

This prom theme promises
the perfect fairy-tale ending

to our time at Degrassi.

Love it! Let's see the budget.

-[chuckles]
-This was all you, Goldilocks.

Stop it, Chewy.

I would've never thought
of the smoke bomb.

Shall we rendezvous later
for some budgeting?

You mean where I do the budgeting
and you watch?

-Can't wait.
-Smart girl.

So, how long have you
had a thing for Winston?

[chuckles] What? Thing?
What? No! No thing.

Come on,
you were totally flirting with him.

[sighs] We're not flirting.
We're just friends.

Does he know that?

Sparkling soda water toast.

To Goldston!

[theme music playing]

♪ Whatever it takes
I know I can make it through ♪

♪ And if I hold out
I know I can make it through ♪

♪ Be the best, be the best
The best that I can be ♪

♪ Whatever it takes ♪

♪ I know I can make it
I know I can make it through ♪

One class a day and then
chauffeured back to the rehab center.

-Are you jealous?
-[chuckles]

Only of your hands-on physiotherapist.

-[scoffs] Yeah, you should be.
-[chuckles]

[Mr. Mitchell] Miles!

Sorry to interrupt.

-Do you got a second?
-Of course.

A friend of mine works
at the London Academy of the Arts.

They have one of the most exciting
creative writing programs in Europe.

-Sounds amazing.
-[chuckles]

Well, she's in town, and asked
about any outstanding students

that might be a fit
for their last spot this fall.

You... you mean me, right? [chuckles]

-Yes, he means you, modesty boy.
-[chuckles]

Have you considered any writing programs
like this for next year?

No, not really.

Um, I did just find out
I got into Queen's for business.

I know it's last minute,
but can I set up an interview for you?

Do you think I'm good enough
for a program like this?

If you'd heard my recommendation,
you wouldn't be asking me that.

Yes, please, set it up.

I'll prep tonight. All night.

[chuckles] Thank you.

I will let her know.

The world needs to hear your voice, Miles!

[chuckles]

[Hunter] Everyone say, "All-inclusive!"

-[all] All-inclusive!
-[camera shutter clicks]

All right, I've got a chem test
I got to cram for, so see you later.

You're gonna frag that test.

All right, let's post it.

Why rush? This photo's gonna be
in the yearbook forever.

I'm sure it'll be fine.

Guys, look at this.

[Baaz] Yael's got armpit hair?

[Baaz and Vijay] Ew!

I had no idea
Hunter had a taste for Wookiee.

-Shut up, I didn't know.
-I'm not judging what you're into.

I am.
Is something weird going on with Yael?

Listen, if you heroes want to ask Yael
to shave her pits, be my guest.

Or we can digitally groom the hair out
before it's due tonight.

I don't know.
What do you think she'll say?

I know what everybody else is gonna say.

This isn't just our reputation.
It's yours, too.

[Rasha] Write out the formation reaction
for phosphoric acid.

Hey? Fun, fun!
Chemistry equations!

Oh, sorry.

It's just that Zoë said
something weird to me.

She said Winston and I are flirting.

-Oh, she sees it, too?
-What? No!

When have you ever seen me flirting, ever?

Uh, last night, when you two were
posting about "What's the best cookie?"

He insisted oatmeal raisin. Wrong.

The correct answer is gingerbread.
That's not flirting.

[clears throat]

"You are objectively wrong.
Raisins are an abomination."

How is that flirting?

Because it goes on until 2:00 a.m.

"Take that back or you're never
sharing my poutine again!"

It is late-night flirting!

We were talking.
I'm not allowed to talk to a guy?

Have you ever seen the way you smile
when you're around him?

I smile around you, too. See?

Mmm, it's different.

No, it's not,

because you and me are just friends
and Winston and I are just friends.

-Does he know that?
-I'm sure of it.

[cell phone vibrating]

-Oh, there's my friend right now.
-Hmm. [chuckles]

[gasps]

Oh.

[gasps]

Was that a picture of his little Winston?

[stammers] That is definitely
the wrong idea.

[Miles] Yeah, this program is insane.

Two grads from there won
a BAFTA last year. [chuckles]

[Tristan over phone] So, you're saying
this could lead to me meeting Idris Elba?

[Mr. Hollingsworth]
Are we celebrating the good news?

-Ah, I... I gotta go.
-[sighs]

Your mother told me about
Queen's Commerce. Congratulations!

Listen, I know
we're still rebuilding, but, um...

I wanted to give you this.

Go ahead.

I had some amazing years in that program,
and you're gonna do great.

Wow, thank you.

Um, speaking of programs,

I also have an interview
for the London Academy of the Arts,

-for a creative writing program.
-You're gonna become a writer?

Well, I... I already am a writer.

Yes, of course. The play.

What else do you have to say?

I've written short stories, too.

Listen, I'm not raining on your parade.

I, uh, just question if writing is enough
to pay for convertibles

-and iPhones and--
-I know it's a hard career.

Exactly. It's a very hard career. Miles?

-[sighs]
-Do you really think you're good enough?

Well, I was good enough
to get this opportunity.

Hey, uh, would you guys
remove armpit hair from a photo of you?

-[Frankie and Esme] Yes.
-No.

But if I was a chick, yeah.

It's no big deal.

I'm just trying to fix Yael's armpit hair.

More like making a mess. Scootch.

-[Hunter sighs]
-[Frankie] Let's go check it out.

[Esme] Okay, so after I'm done
trimming the hedges,

what else should I photoshop?

I don't know. Is there other stuff?

Oh, sweet, sweet, simple boy.

You could remove her blemishes,
fix her eyebrows, some contouring--

Okay, slow down.
Barely looks like Yael anymore.

Yeah, nobody's put a real photo
of themselves online since, like, 2005.

Everyone wants to put
the best version of themselves online.

Trust us. What you're doing is sweet.

And you'll thank me
after she's done thanking you.

All right, let's do this.

This school is crazy competitive.

-Are you sure I'm good enough?
-Calm down.

Tell me some of the ideas
that you're bringing. [grunts]

Okay, well,
the one that I think sucks the least,

it... it'd be a story about World War II,
but if they had social media then.

So, you'd hear everyone's fears,

and their secrets
and their unique stories.

[sighs] Definitely tell that one.

And relax, they're already
looking for people like you.

-People like me?
-Mmm-hmm.

Didn't you see it on the website?

This spot is reserved
for diverse applicants.

-Diverse as in a rich white guy?
-[chuckles] No, as in gay youth.

Aren't you dating Tristan?

Yes, but I... I date girls, too.
I mean, or I have.

It doesn't matter how you identify.

Your work speaks loud and clear
to your unique point of view.

So, I got this shot
because I have a boyfriend,

-not because I'm good.
-I didn't say that.

You didn't have to.

Well, my dad'll love this.

-Anyway, I have class.
-Miles.

Better settle in.
This budgeting's gonna be pretty hard.

Is... is something wrong?

You were having fun yesterday.

I'm fine. Let's just get this done.

Okay, well, [taps bench]

don't you want to sit
where you can see the spreadsheet?

-I'm comfortable on this side.
-Oh.

Well, I'll come to you.
I need your help to make my column bigger.

Make your column bigger?

Yeah, I can never remember
where the menu is.

I can't do this.

What? Why?

Because you ruined everything.

What?

I can start a new spreadsheet!

Hot off the press.
The yearbook proof,

expertly touched up.

You, sir, are an artiste.

What do you think?

Why did you change everything on me?

-But you look great in the picture.
-He is not wrong.

So what,
I don't look great any other time?

[chuckles] No one uses
real photos anymore.

Besides, if I hadn't changed it,
you'd, uh...

see your armpit hair.

-So?
-Wait, you want armpit hair?

I'm not embarrassed by it,
if that's what you're asking.

If you want a real shock,
I also haven't been shaving my legs.

Wow.

What's the big deal?

It's not like you guys
shave your pits or your legs.

Yeah, but we're, um--

What, boys?
So because I'm a girl, I have to do it?

I just thought
that girls shaved under their arms.

Why is it such a big deal?

I think that what you're doing is brave.

Never mind.

[Zoë] See? Look at this versus this.

-That, that, that.
-So that's how you win every time, hmm?

Um, I regret to inform you that
I am resigning from the prom committee,

effective immediately.

Okay... You begged for this gig.

-How could you just bail on Winston?
-He sent me a picture.

-A picture of what?
-His pickle.

[laughs] Who doesn't like pickles?

Yeah, like, from his sandwich?

Like from his pants.

No!

He didn't. Winston?

You were right, okay?
I must have accidentally flirted with him,

and I guess I got what I deserved.

Whoa, no one deserves a junk pic.

Yet it seems to be the cost
of being a girl these days. Barf!

-Still, I thought Winston was a nice guy.
-Me, too.

-That doesn't make it not harassment.
-You're right.

I've been so shocked,
I didn't stop to think.

I didn't consent to that photo.

This isn't my fault. It's Winston's.

Blake... [stutters] Mr. Mitchell.
[chuckles nervously] Sorry.

He's such a fan of your work,

and I must say, I was also
very impressed with your script.

Sure.

For something that you and your boyfriend
were in the middle of,

you bring a very sensitive
outsider's insight.

Well, actually,
the further I get away from that script,

um, the less it really does for me.

-Really?
-Sure.

Um, it has the whole queer issue gimmick,

but I can do better.

-Sorry, gimmick?
-I'd rather not pin myself down.

I see myself as the type of writer
who can tell any story.

Of course.

And... and what do you think
your unique point of view

-can bring to those stories?
-You mean my diversity?

Sure, your bisexuality--

I'm not just about sex with boys,
if that's what you're saying.

Look, I just... [sighs]
want to be a writer.

Okay, well, let's hear some ideas.

[Zig] I forgot my wallet.

How many times
do I have to explain to you?

Hey, tell your girlfriend,
thanks for the garbage advice.

Yael was so mad
I photoshopped out her armpit hair.

[both laughing]

[stutters] Your girl has armpit hair?

-[laughs]
-[laughs] I mean...

I can see you guys are full of help.
Thanks a load.

Hey. Hey, look,
we're... we're sorry, all right?

Why don't you just tell her
you're not into it?

-Because that will only make her more mad?
-[Tiny] It shouldn't.

People can't help
what they find attractive.

Yep, it's true.
Like for instance,

Tiny here likes girls
who are a little muscle-y.

Mmm, and Zig likes it
when their teeth are a little too big.

Hey, I like what I like.

Just like Tiny likes
his chemistry teacher.

-You said you'd take that to the grave.
-[laughs]

So, I'm allowed to just ask her
to change for me?

-Yeah, of course.
-Your girl, is she cool?

The coolest.

Zig's right.
You should be able to talk to her

and say what you like and don't like.

Hey, I was gonna finish the budgeting,
but if you changed your mind--

How could you do something so disgusting?

Um--

Fine, pretend like
you don't know what you did,

but I'm not quitting prom. You are!

Can we talk some place less exposed?

It is so not okay to send
unsolicited pictures of... it to girls!

Pictures of what?

I have zero idea what you're mad about.

Okay, just because
I accidentally flirted with you,

does not give you the right
to send me an... [inhales sharply]

A no-pants pic!

Oh, God.

Oh, no, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no, no, no!

Oh, my... oh, my God!

Oh, dear God.

[grunts] That wasn't meant for you.

I thought I sent it to Miles.

Wait, what?

It's a dumb joke we have going on,

and you and I have been messaging so much,

[stutters] I must've sent it to you
as a reflex.

I don't get it.

Well, it's... it's like,
here's a picture of a stapler.

Here's a picture of a chair.

Boom, here's a picture...

It's, not, like, out.

It's... it's hidden in, like,
a fruit bowl or a... a pack of hot dogs.

[sighs] It's a really dumb guy joke

and you shouldn't have been
caught in the crossfire.

I am so, so, so sorry.

[sighs]

Wait... did you...

Did you say you were flirting with me?

Um, I have to go.

How'd the interview go, hotshot?

Oh, I think I made a case for who I am
and not just some quota.

Quota?
What was the thing you were going for?

Uh, Mr. Mitchell tried to get me to apply
for some diversity spot,

-but I told them that's not for me.
-[Grace] Wait.

Miles Hollingsworth III applied
for a diversity spot?

-[scoffs]
-[chuckles]

[school bell ringing]

Just got a call.

Sounds like that wasn't even you
at the interview.

[Miles sighs]

Well, I guess
I just wasn't diverse enough.

I suggested you for that spot
because you have talent,

not because of your diversity.

Except I'm a white guy with a trust fund.
That's not that diverse.

Sure, you have privilege,

but there are other factors
that give you a unique perspective.

Everyone... push your desks back
and line up.

We're gonna try an exercise.

Come on, line up.

Line up shoulder to shoulder. Move up.

Okay.

First question.

If you are able to show affection
to your romantic partner in public

without fear of bullying...

take a step forward.

If your school holidays

coincide with the religious holidays
you observe at home...

take a step forward.

Next question.

[sighs]

-I want you to shave your armpits.
-[chuckles]

Wow.

-Look...
-[sighs]

I'm sorry I changed the picture
without asking.

I talked to the yearbook guy
and resubmitted the untouched photo.

I... I just feel like we should be honest
about what we like.

-And you don't like armpit hair?
-I do not like armpit hair.

Well, what if I do?

Do you?

Um, what's going on?

Saving money on razors
and shave gel. [chuckles]

No, it's... it's more than that.
You've been acting different.

Ever since that thing
where you got that bra...

I don't know, um...

I felt different, I guess.

And you don't want to
make out anymore and...

Have you been...
You've been wearing, like, a...

It's called a binder.

It just makes me feel more... comfortable,
I guess.

I didn't think that you noticed.

I was just scared
that if I brought it up you'd dump me.

-What? Why?
-So, you still want to be with me?

[sighs]

Yes.

I just... don't really know
how I'm feeling these days.

Well, that I can relate to.

I'm really glad we could talk about this.

[inhales sharply]

Maybe we could keep talking
about this after school?

Um, I... I know that
you don't like the armpit hair,

but we could do the thing
that you do like?

Eat sushi
while reading comics to each other?

-I'll even do all my best voices.
-[chuckles]

[Mr. Mitchell] Next question.

If your parents have ever separated,
take a step back.

[sighs]

And final question.

And you don't have to answer this
if you don't want to.

If you have ever experienced abuse...

take a step back.

What, do you want me to admit
that I'm messed up?

That my dad's always
been right about me? Fine.

That's not what this is about, Miles.

Then what's the point
of this stupid exercise?

To show you the wealth of experience
that has helped you

shape your unique point of view.

My diverse point of view?

Diverse does not mean lesser than.

Then what does it matter if I'm bisexual?
Why do I need a special spot?

You don't, but it's the one that exists,

and you qualify for it.

Your voice is underrepresented.

It deserves to be heard
so it can help people.

Like who?

[stutters] Your writing really helped me
get past the bus crash.

And you also helped
Goldi accept me and Rasha.

You reached her.

I did? She never told me.

I related to your play,
and I'm not bi, or a white male,

but I've spent a lot of time in hospitals.

[school bell ringing]

You're an interesting, talented,
complicated young man.

You have stories to tell.

Thanks, Mr. Mitchell.

It could have been worse.
He could have sent it to you on purpose.

I still feel like
we messed up our friendship.

But maybe it's for the best
because it means no more flirting...

at least.

Gingerbread men with pants?

"Because the opposite of no pants
is pants.

I'm super sorry."

Cool, see you later, Rasha. Bye!

You know I would never send
any girl a junk pic,

especially not you.

-I like talking to you.
-I like talking to you, too.

I guess that's why I got so upset.

Because I didn't want that to stop.

Well, now it doesn't have to, right?

A guy and girl can be
just friends, right? [chuckles]

Yeah, boys and girls do it all the time.

Then, it's settled. Let's celebrate.

[chuckles]

Mmm.

Oatmeal raisin's still the best.

[scoffs]

[chuckles]

Thanks for coming over.

I wanted to read you this.
It's to the interviewer that I blew up at.

"I apologize for my conduct.

You asked about ideas I was interested in.

The truth is, I'm only starting
to figure out those ideas.

All my life,
I've struggled with my own identity.

Whether to be what my father wants...

or rebel against it.

This has left me afraid.

Afraid to be labeled.

Afraid to identify as bisexual.

But that is a part of me...

and it's one of the many ideas
I intend to explore as a writer."

You mean that?

The bisexual part of me...

is the part that lets me love you.

I suppose you heard that.

I did.

[sighs]