Épisode Les apprentis S05E06 - Degrassi : The Next Generation Saison 5

On the basketball courts, Jimmy and Derek are playing while Coach Lawrence and Mr. Brooks watch

Jimmy: Alright go. Go back. Go back up shop.

Derek: Okay come on.

(Jimmy grabs the ball from him and Derek falls on the ground.)

Derek: Ouch!

Mr. Brooks: Good check Jimmy. Good check.

Jimmy: Taking it easy on ya.

Derek: Does this look easy or painful?

Jimmy: Well get up.

Derek: Okay. Let’s go!

(Jimmy makes a couple baskets in a row.)

Jimmy: Alright pass it here. Look at that! Oh!

Coach Lawrence: He’s got a lot of potential, but-

(He makes another basket, then goes over to his dad and the coach.)

Jimmy: So how’d I do? Good enough to make the tryouts?

Scout: Well to be honest you’re still a little awkward in your chair, but the National Wheelchair Sports Association likes a competitive edge, and that you’ve got. Tryouts are Wednesday.

Jimmy: Thank you. Thank you.

Mr. Brooks: I’m proud of you son.

Jimmy: So uh should I book my ticket to China? Say uh 2008?

Scout: Let’s get past Wednesday.

Mr. Brooks: Very good Jimmy. Very good. Uh keep playing with…Derek?

Derek: Yup.

Mr. Brooks: Work on your chair manoeuvring. He did say you were a little awkward.


In the hallway

Craig: Jimmy you’re not serious. You can’t quit the band.

Jimmy: Can somebody be happy about this? This is me, Jimmy the athlete. I’m back!

Craig: What can I say? We’ll miss you in the band, but good luck.

Jimmy: Thank you. I appreciate it.

Marco: Yeah good luck.

Jimmy: Thank you.

Hazel: I am happy for you. Welcome back Jimmy Brooks.

(She kisses his cheek.)

Hazel: So you think you’ll make the team?


At JT’s locker

JT: Liberty hold up! You’re starting to show.

Liberty: People believe what they want to believe okay? And no one wants to believe that their student council president is in her third trimester.

JT: Her third tri-what?

Liberty: You don’t know anything do you? Have you done any research?

JT: Yeah I have okay, tons! Okay I’m lying, but the thing is every time I look at those books I, I just get kind of flustered. They freak me out.

Liberty: Why am I not surprised?

(She walks away and Danny throws a fake baby at JT.)

Danny: Heads up!

JT: Danny, are you insane?

Danny: I’m not the one who missed the flying baby.

JT: What is this?

Danny: The digital baby. Family planning project. I’m Mr. Mom for a week.

JT: Why are you taking family planning?

Danny: Why does anyone take it? ‘Cause it’s a bird course. Plus the class is full of fly mammies and one dude, me! I like those odds.


In the cafeteria

Ellie: What are you drawing?

Jimmy: It’s nothing.

Ellie: Pencils and paper and leaving a series of marks. Deduction says you’re drawing.

Jimmy: My dad said he’d get me a new wheelchair if I make the Paralympic team. Handmade design by me.

Ellie: What’s this? I knew you could get creative with a guitar slide, but this is a whole different…

(She looks at pictures of Rick shooting him and Jimmy getting shot.)

Ellie: …and disturbing side of you.

Jimmy: It’s really just something that started in the hospital to pass the time. It kind of makes me chill.

Ellie: These are really good. I don’t think you know how good.


Outside Jimmy’s house, Jimmy is practicing and missing every shot

Mr. Brooks: (In Jimmy’s head) Work on your chair manoeuvring. He did say you were a little awkward.

(Jimmy flashes back to Rick shooting at him and Craig shouting his name. Then he flashes back to Ellie saying his drawings were good.)

Mr. Brooks: Jim. You okay?

Jimmy: Yeah I’m good to go.

Mr. Brooks: Could’ve fooled me.

Jimmy: Dad I’m fine. I just, I just keep losing focus and I don’t feel the flow like I used to.

Mr. Brooks: That’s your stress talking. Making this team is the be all and end all for you. So of course you feel stressed out. It’s natural son.

Jimmy: You’re right.

Mr. Brooks: You know 90% of being a champion is mental. Do we need to get you a sports psychologist before the tryout? You worried about letting me down?

Jimmy: I’m not! Look, stop worrying about me. I’m gonna do this.

Mr. Brooks: Okay. Okay, that’s my boy.


At Liberty and Danny’s house

Danny: Liberty your time was up 20 minutes ago.

Liberty: Go away. I’m sick.

Danny: Yeah well I’m sick too. Sick of waiting for you to get your sorry butt out of the bathroom every morning.

(She walks out and makes a face.)

Liberty: What is that smell?

Danny: Body spray. Yeah it said it’ll attract the fly mammies like a sex magnet.

Liberty: Yeah well it’s turning my stomach.

Danny: Wait. I know what’s going on. You’re in here blowing chunks every morning like it’s going out of style. You’re bulimic!

Liberty: Yeah I’m bulimic. Brilliant deduction.

Danny: Well if you’re gonna binge and purge do it somewhere else. Not that it’s working Tubbo.


In the media immersion room, Ellie sends Jimmy an IM with an add for an art exhibit

Ellie: It’s an art exhibit, downtown.

Jimmy: I’m not really the art exhibit type of guy.

Ellie: This is horror comic art from the 50s. Cool, dark, disturbed. Right up your alley.

Jimmy: Sounds like, but I got tryouts at 6.

Ellie: Oh. Too bad. It’s the last day of the exhibit.

Jimmy: Look, Ellie I got a lot on my mind.

Ellie: All the more reason to go someplace else. In your mind I mean, but whatever.

(He instant messages Ellie asking how far away the gallery is and she gives him a thumbs up sign.)


Outside the school

JT: Liberty we need to talk.

Liberty: Not now. My stomach is doing cartwheels. I feel horrid.

JT: If you keep acting like you have something to hide, people are gonna start to wonder.

Liberty: I get morning sickness…

(Danny looks down at his family planning book with a pregnant woman on the cover, then looks at Liberty’s stomach.)

Danny: No way!

Liberty: …and the amount of time I spend in the bathroom. It’s already making some people wonder. You think this has been easy?

JT: No. I don’t know what to say.

Danny: No way! JT I want to talk to you. You got my sister pregnant! I’m gonna kill you!

(Danny and JT start rolling around on the ground and Danny starts pushing JT’s face in the dirt.)

Liberty: Danny stop it! Danny get off him! Danny stop it. Get off him! Stop it!

Danny: Liberty how could you let this idiot do that to you?

JT: It was an accident.

Danny: I was speaking to my sister. Do mom and dad even know?

Liberty: Danny I beg you. Please do not tell!


At the art exhibit

Jimmy: That work in there was sick! That’s what I live for.

Ellie: Is it okay to be scared right now? So should we go? Don’t you have to mentally prepare in your basketball zoney-zone?

Jimmy: It’s a little crowded in there right now and this is quiet. It’s good…

(Jimmy turns around and sees a box sitting in the middle of the room.)

Jimmy: …and this is a box?

Ellie: You know I think they have lessons here.

Jimmy: In uh, proper box placement?

Ellie: No! Life drawings, still-lifes, landscapes. You might like it.

Jimmy: I just draw stuff I imagine. Stuff I see when I close my eyes. It’s like I have a pen in my hand and everything just goes shoooo and then I can say everything I want to say, everything I need to say, right there on the piece of paper.

Ellie: You’re sounding suspiciously like an artist.

Jimmy: An artist. Does that sound like Jimmy Brooks to you?

Ellie: I don’t know. Does it?

(A worker at the art exhibit walks over to them pointing at his watch.)

Employee: Ellie, it’s closing.

Jimmy: It’s 5 already?

Employee: It’s 5 after 6.


At the gym for tryouts

Jimmy: Dad!

Mr. Brooks: (Signals to the coach, then turns back to Jimmy) Coach. Where have you been? You’re thirty minutes late. Are you alright?

Jimmy: Yeah I was practicing. Preparing mentally. I lost track of time. I’m sorry.

Coach Lawrence: Showing up late for tryouts makes us think you don’t want the spot.

Jimmy: No I want to play sir! I do!

Mr. Brooks: Coach Lawrence. This will never happen again. Please let us tryout. I personally assure that Jimmy will be here on time, ready to go.

Coach Lawrence: Okay look I’ll make an exception for you. Be here tomorrow. I’ll get you a spot okay?

Jimmy: Thank you coach. I won’t let you down.

Coach Lawrence: Yeah. (He walks away)

Jimmy: You neither dad. I promise.

(His dad walks away and Jimmy looks at Ellie frustrated.)


At Jimmy’s house, Jimmy is practicing in his driveway and the garage door opens up

Jimmy: Okay see now you’re tempting me. I miss this shot and the lexus wears a dent.

Mr. Brooks: Don’t miss the shot, or don’t take it until you’re sitting in this.

(He pulls out a brand new wheelchair.)

Jimmy: Awesome, but uh what happened to me designing my own?

Mr. Brooks: Jim this is top of the line. The Lexus. You’ve got to have the best if you’re gonna be a champion.

Jimmy: I don’t know what to say.

Mr. Brooks: You weren’t supposed to get it until after you made the team, but after your little stunt yesterday I thought you might need the incentive. Showing up late and your discipline was questioned. You show up tonight in this, they’ll take you seriously. We’ll all take you seriously.


Outside the school

JT: Danny.

Danny: Don’t like talking to either of you.

JT: I barely slept last night okay? I had nightmares with pitchforks and torches.

Danny: And babies?

Liberty: Daniel this is serious. You didn’t tell mom and dad, right?

Danny: If I did you’d know, because you’d both be dead right now.

Liberty: Precisely why this needs to remain our secret. Do we have your word?

JT: Danny you can’t tell anyone.

Danny: Oh yes I can idiot! But I won’t. So long as you help me and the kid get an A. It’s not like you don’t need the practice dad.


On the basketball court

Jimmy: See I’m not getting the fit.

Derek: Hey Jim. Someone to see you.

(Ellie is standing at the edge of the court.)

Ellie: I wanted to apologize.

Jimmy: There’s nothing to apologize for.

Ellie: I made you miss your tryout.

Jimmy: I’m getting another chance and besides I had fun with you.

Ellie: I’m going to the gallery today to sign up for life drawing classes. I can put your name down too.

(Jimmy hesitates.)

Ellie: Hey you show talent. This is me encouraging you.

Jimmy: This is me thanking you, but no.

Ellie: Okay.

(Ellie nods and walks away.)

Derek: So? Can I ask her out?

Jimmy: Just throw me the damn ball.

(Derek throws the ball to Jimmy and it hurts his hand.)

Jimmy: Ah! Ah!

Derek: You okay? Jimmy!


In the cafeteria

JT: I can’t believe I’m skipping bio for this.

Danny: Just support it’s neck moron and stop complaining. If you’d kept the dime stack in your pants you wouldn’t be in this situation.

JT: Whatever. Why won’t this thing stop crying?

Danny: Burp it.

JT: I am not burping a doll.

Danny: Hmm sensors inside detect no burping, I get a bad grade, everyone finds out your secret.

JT: You are just loving this aren’t you?


In the nurses office, Jimmy is getting his hand bandaged up

Hazel: Does it hurt?

Jimmy: I’ll live.

(Jimmy starts kissing Hazel and she pulls away.)

Hazel: We’re in the nurses office.

Jimmy: So?

(He tries to kiss her again and she pulls away again.)

Hazel: So nothing, just not in the mood. I spoke to your dad. He’s worried and after talking to him, so am I. He said you missed your tryouts last night because you were at the art gallery with Ellie Nash.

Jimmy: I just needed to focus and it was quiet.

Hazel: So is the library.

Jimmy: I like art.

Hazel: Maybe I like art too.

Jimmy: Do you? Really?

Hazel: No. I don’t. I don’t get art at all, but if you were freaked out or losing it, I would have hoped I would be the one you’d go to. Not Ellie.


At the gym for tryouts

Mr. Brooks: What happened to your hand?

Jimmy: It’s a little sprain. It’s no big deal. Look dad I gotta talk to you about this new chair. It’s not riding like my old one.

Mr. Brooks: Rides better I’m sure. Same model the team plays in.

Jimmy: Yeah dad this isn’t helping me.

Mr. Brooks: Well how can I help you? I just want you to win son. I want you to feel good about yourself. I want you to be you again.

Jimmy: Dad I can’t. That’s impossible. I’m in a wheelchair okay? I’m never walking again.

Mr. Brooks: I know son.

Jimmy: No you don’t, ‘cause you keep trying to bring this old jimmy back. This star player, the athlete. That Jimmy is gone. That Jimmy got shot.

Mr. Brooks: Jimmy you’re under a lot of pressure right now.

Jimmy: You think? And where is that pressure coming from dad? From me? Have you ever asked me just once if I want this.

Coach Lawrence: Jimmy, you ready?

Jimmy: Yeah. I’m ready.


Outside the school, the baby is crying again

Danny: The baby’s crying.

JT: Thanks Yoda. I noticed.

Danny: Well make him stop or give him back to me. You’re going to make me fail.

JT: No I won’t.

Danny: You will. You suck.

JT: I don’t suck I just need a little more practice.

(They both start grabbing at the baby and fighting for it.)

Danny: Yeah. A lifetime’s worth!

JT: Give me the baby back!

(The baby flies out of their hands.)

JT and Danny: No!

JT: Ah!

(The baby goes flying in slow motion through the air, lands on a car and gets run over as JT and Danny watch in horror and people in the background laugh.)

Danny: Nice work genius.


At the gym, Jimmy is watching the other players

Coach Lawrence: Hey you okay to start with free throws?

(Jimmy doesn’t say anything.)

Coach Lawrence: What’s the matter? Hand?

Jimmy: Look I mean no disrespect at all coach, but all this just isn’t for me.

Coach Lawrence: So you wasted my time?

Jimmy: And I’m sorry for that sir.

(Coach Lawrence walks away angry.)

Mr. Brooks: What are you doing?

Jimmy: Let’s just go home.

Mr. Brooks: What about the team?

Jimmy: Dad. Stop. This is my life, not yours. We got a lot of stuff to talk about.


In the hallway

Danny: I got an incomplete. Thanks JT.

JT: You were the one who blackmailed me okay? Into scamming a good grade.

Danny: No I blackmailed you because you’re going to have a baby, idiot.

Liberty: Shh!

Danny: You need to learn this stuff. I just thought I’d help.

Liberty: That is the dumbest thing I’ve heard come out of your mouth. Okay, I’ve been dealing with this on my own for months. Haven’t needed any help so far and I don’t now.

JT: You’re wrong Liberty, okay? We’re both totally clueless here.

Liberty: Speak for yourself.

JT: You are six months pregnant and you haven’t even seen a doctor yet. That’s not good.

Liberty: I’m student council president…okay? I can’t be pregnant. I just can’t.

JT: This isn’t just about you. It’s about you and this baby, and me.

Danny: And me! Hey I’m the uncle here, okay?

JT: We’ll go to see Ms. Sauvé tomorrow. She’ll tell us what to do.


In the cafeteria

Jimmy: Sorry I didn’t call you last night. I was having a long talk with my dad about a lot of stuff.

Hazel: You could have e-mailed. I just wanted to know if you made the team.

(Jimmy shakes his head no.)

Hazel: It’s okay. You’ve been under a lot of stress. You can try again?

(Ellie walks by and looks at Jimmy.)

Jimmy: That’s the thing. I don’t want to. Everything I’ve been through this past year, all the physio, therapy, the training…it’s all been to get back to how I was before I got shot.

Hazel: And you are. You are back.

Jimmy: I’m not. I’ve changed and I’ve got to make some changes too.

Hazel: No, you’re wrong. You haven’t changed because when I look in your eyes I still see you. I still see the same old Jimmy.

Jimmy: Hazel it’s complicated.

Hazel: Then explain it to me.

Jimmy: I don’t know if I can.

Hazel: Just try.

(Jimmy looks at Ellie who smiles at him, then he looks back at Hazel.)

Jimmy: Okay. I’ll try.

(They smile at each other and Jimmy rubs Hazel’s arm.)


Scenes for next week

JT: (To the camera) I’ve got everything I ever dreamed of and now I have to give it up.

(Liberty is shown getting an ultrasound.)

Voiceover: JT is feeling pressure from all sides.

(At the TV station.)

Toby: Two jobs, school, a pregnant ex…no wonder your brain’s flagellant.

Voiceover: And his options are limited.

(At the drugstore.)

Jay: You have behind the counter privileges. Where the good stuff is.

Voiceover: Will desperate times call for desperate measures?