03x06 - Gangsta, Gangsta

[bunniefuu]

At Sean’s house. He’s dialing Emma’s number

Emma’s answering machine: This is the Simpson-Nelson residence, please leave a message.

(Sean hangs up. Tracker and Wendy come in.)

Sean: Need help with that?

Tracker: Um, Sean. This is uh Wendy.

Wendy: Hi

Tracker: This is my little bro, Sean

Wendy: Bathroom?

Tracker: First door on the right… Sorry bout’ that bro. Figured you’d be over at the girlfriends, you know, as usual

Sean: Haven’t been there in a month. Thanks for noticing.

Tracker: What? Did you guys break up or something?

Sean: Her step-dad is sick.

Tracker: Yeah, well, that’s too bad. Look, why don’t you um, why don’t you go buy him a get well card or something.

(Sean calls Emma again.)

Emma’s answering machine: This is the Simpson-Nelson residence, please leave a message.

Outside Degrassi

Toby: My (something) should just buy stock in the photo company, they ordered like two dozen prints.

Sean: Are they blind?

(Jay’s civic comes up.)

JT: See that guy Jay? One hundred percent pure psycho.

Toby: Park there you’ll get a ticket.

Jay: Oh not a ticket!

~Jay grabs Toby’s pictures~

Toby: Hey give those back!

(Sean grabs them.)

Jay: What are you? His body guard?

Sean: His friend.

Jay: pfft.

Media Immersion

Mr. Simpson: Good job… Spell check, try it some time.

Sean: He’s in a great mood.

Emma: He started chemo last week.

Sean: Oh, sorry.

Emma: It’s okay. The laptop was a surprise from Mom to cheer him up.

Sean: Cause’ nothing says happy like a new computer.

Emma: true, if you’re Archie Simpson…Did you call last night? There were some hang ups.

Sean: No. Wasn’t me…I was thinking. Why don’t we get together tonight. You know, watch some TV, order a pizza, like we used to

Emma: I don’t know if I can

Sean: Come on. A movie, a couch, double cheese, me.

Emma: How could I resist?

Hallway. Jay’s breaking into a vending machine

Jay: Yo what’s up? Get up.

(Jay gives Sean a chocolate bar. Sean sits next to Emma at her locker.)

Sean: Hey. What is this?

Emma: Tempe alp alpha and peanut sauce. Hello, vitamins.

Sean: Hello, taste good.

Mr. Simpson: Emma, I’m calling a sub, I’m going home.

Emma: Not feeling well?

Mr. Simpson: Your mom’s stuck at the salon tonight. So you got a come straight home.

Emma: I can’t Sean and I are…

Mr. Simpson: Are going to have to reschedule.

(Emma sighs.)

Sean: Did you guys ever hear of babysitters?

Emma: Sean?

Sean: Yeah I know, it sucks

Emma: I know

Outside

Kendra: Wow, (something) you can’t do that!

Liberty: Oh, I can, a rare but legal move of opportunity by the lonely pawn.

Nadia: Toby, is everything okay?

Toby: JT was supposed to be here.

Nadia: Then why is he sitting over there?

Toby: He probably just forgot today’s the inaugural meeting of the Rooks and Knights Society. Hey JT! Over here!

Kendra: Yeah, he really forgot.

Toby: Hope he hasn’t forgotten he’s staying over at my house tonight. Nadia: Check mate four

Shop class

Craig: When I try doing that with a wrench, it just felt looser.

Sean: Maybe you should stick to selling cars.

Craig: Hey shut up! Man, this was supposed to be my bird’s course for the semester.

Sean: I don’t know many birds that can change a transmit ion.

Mr. Ehl: Ah, nice job Sean, you can work my pit any day.

Craig: Sean? What’s his problem? Don’t mess with him man.

Sean: You’re doing that wrong… Try removing the injector line first. Righty tighty, lefty loosy.

Jay: You’ve got guts Cameron

Classroom

Mr. Armstrong: Now in an obtuse triangle, one angle is greater then 90 degrees, where as in a scalene triangle…

(Mr. Raditch comes in.)

Mr. Raditch: May I see Sean Cameron please?

Mr. Armstrong: Sure, Sean?

(They go outside the classroom.)

Mr. Radicth: Someone broke into a vending machine near your locker. Did you see anything?

Sean: No.

Mr. Raditch: Really? Some students said that they saw you-

Sean: Saw me what?!

Mr. Raditch: I’m just trying to get to the bottom of this.

Sean: So that points to me? The poor kid?!

Mr. Raditch: That’s not what I said

Sean: Then what are you saying?!

Mr. Raditch: Watch your tone. Sean, I’m just trying to get to the bottom of this.

Sean: Well I’m not at the bottom of it.

Mr. Raditch: Well the way you’re acting, I’m beginning to think you are. I’m watching you, Mr. Cameron.

Outside

Jay: What’s your problem?

Sean: You! Raditch is all over me because of that stupid vending machine!

Jay: Did you tell him anything?

Sean: No. But he thinks I did it!

Jay: Oh, I’m in trouble with Raditch! I’m gonna get a detention!

(Sean punches Jay, and a fight breaks out.)

Mr. Armstrong: Hey, I said cool it!

Office

Jay: Technically, the sidewalk is city property. Fight was off school grounds. We should get a warning.

Sean: Don’t talk to me.

Jay: You handled yourself pretty good.

Sean: I said don’t talk to me.

Jay: Look at you, all Eminem on the outside, big scared baby on the inside.

Sean: I’ve got a record okay?

Jay: You’re that guy aren’t you? Nearly k*lled a kid in Wasaga!

Sean: It was a fight, and I deafened him in one ear.

Jay: Sorry? What, I can’t hear you?

Sean: You know, you’re a real comedian for someone sitting in the principal’s office.

Jay: Chairs got my imprint in it. Look, you ever wanna hang with some real

people, your people. Not geeks. You let me know.

Mr. Raditch: Jason, you first. In my office now.

JT’s dream

JT: Liberty…

(Wakes up.)

Toby: JT, get up. We’re gonna be late.

JT: Toby quit it! Stop!

Toby: What? Did you pee the bed or something? You had a wet dream? 3 feet above my head?

JT: Can you keep it down?!

Toby: Who was it about?

JT: Your Mom.

Toby: It was Liberty wasn’t it? Liberty…Liberty…

JT: Toby! I swear if you tell anyone, I’ll slaughter you!

Toby: Okay sh**t. So, what time do we meet the cool kids for lunch?

JT: Lunch? No, no you’re not having lunch with us okay?

Toby: Oh yes I am. Unless you want everyone to find out about your sticky situation.

Outside School

Sean: Cold air intake.

Jay: Yeah, how’d you know?

Sean: It’s a simple mod. Sucks air into the engine, adds about 5 horses.

Jay: You know your cars.

Sean: You don’t. It’s loose. Now, the cold air in takes a start, but if you really wanna tweak this, add a full cap back system…It, it’s a pipe running from the (something) converter to the exhaust, it adds about 15 horse power.

Jay: Sweet. How much?

Sean: In parts? A few hundred.

(Jay whistles.)

Sean: The parts aren’t cheap, but if you want, I can do the labor for free.

Lunch room

Paige: Oh it might be a Tr*mp nine, but it does not b*at a left bower.

Spinner: I, I don’t understand. I mean Tr*mp, bower, Euchre? Is this even English?

Toby: Actually Euchre is an English word. But it’s origins are unknown. Love Euchre, always play with my Buby. Deal me in.

JT: I’m Toby Isaacs, I know everything.

Toby: I was just making an observation.

JT: Really? Would you like to hear my observation Toby? No one cares.

Toby: Well I know something everyone here might care about.

JT: Toby

Toby: The nocturnal emission , better known as the wet dream. I’ve had them, Spinner’s had them, even Mr. Raditch has even had them.

Paige: Okay, I so did not need that mental image.

Toby: Know who else has had them?

JT: Hey guys, lets get back to the cards

Toby: JT York

Spinner: Okay. Is there a point to this?

Toby: Oh there’s a point. Right there.

Spinner: I’m still lost.

Toby: So was JT this morning, in sweet dreams of Liberty.

Hazel: Uh, gross. Can we change the topic?

Paige: No way, this is such juicy gossip. Pardon the pun.

Ravine

Emma: We have one hour to pick up each and every last piece of garbage. Remember guys, today we’re gonna

Everyone: clean the ravine!

Jay: This is how you’re gonna spend lunch? Picking up garbage?

Sean: I promised I’d help out.

Jay: Fine, help out. We’re going for a drive.

Emma: Sean, I was thinking you and I could start on the northeast slope.

Jay: Uh oh, chemical spill!

Emma: Well I’m gonna go start.

Jay: Great sense of humor. Look man, it’s your choice. Come for a ride, or “Clean the Ravine!”

Emma and Sean in the Ravine

Emma: Want a drink? Thanks for helping. I know this isn’t exactly your idea of fun… Sean?

Sean: The garbage isn’t going any where.

(They start to make out, but Kendra comes up.)

Kendra: Uh, lot, lot a garbage?

Sean: Emma?

Emma: Anybody could walk by.

Sean: Who cares?

Emma: I do.

Hallway

Emma: See you in class… Fine, be like that

Sean: Like what?

Emma: Sulky.

Sean: You’re so uptight!

Emma: Why? Because I didn’t wanna like make out in front other people.

Sean: No, because you never wanna do anything. Not with me!

Emma: I just spent my entire lunch with you!

Sean: Yeah! Cleaning the Ravine!

Emma: Well sorry that I care about stupid unimportant things like the environment!

Sean: That’s all you care about! Emma Nelson! Environmental Crusader. A babysitter. A nurse.

Emma: Snake has cancer Sean.

Sean: Yeah, I heard!

Emma: Fine, tomorrow you spend lunch with those losers!

Sean: You know what? I will! Because at least they’re fun!

Emma: Fun?! And you! You’re just pathetic.

(Sean slams her locker.)

Shop class

Mr. Ehl: This is not a barn yard. I am not your mother. So clean up. Okay? All of you who have cleaned up, get outta here.

Jay: Righty lefty loosy huh? Hey, remember the cap back system? I’ve been working on a scheme to get the cash.

Sean: Oh yeah?

Jay: It’s pretty good.

Sean: Good, lets do it.

Jay: Don’t you need permission from the boss?

Sean: She’s not my boss. Lets go.

Jay: Alright

Hallway

Jay: Alright, I’ll break in. You guys make sure the janitors are occupied.

Sean: Yo, the keyboard will get you $50 if you’re lucky. Now that, that’ll buy you a cap back system.

Jay: Since it was your idea.

(Sean slips the laptop into the bag.)

Outside School

Sean: Alright, I got this. All you gotta do is clamp here.

Jay: Up front?

Sean: And another one at the (something) should be at the back.

Emma: Sean, can I talk to you for a minute? Alone?

Sean: No.

Jay: Go ahead and talk. We’re all interested.

Emma: It’s about yesterday. We both said a lot. I was hoping we could talk, really talk, about everything.

Sean: Got nothing to say.

(Emma walks away.)

Alex: She really is as flat as a board.

Outside

JT: How could you do that?

Toby: Me? What about the way you’ve been acting?

JT: You told them I had a wet dream over Liberty!

Toby: You treated me like crap for no reason! You stood me up for lunch, you act like I’m some big loser. What did I do to you?

JT: Look, you’re they’re my friends, you’re my friend, but you and them..

Toby: Are never gonna happen?

JT: No… Toby, Toby, wait up! Let’s have lunch together today, okay?

Mr.Simpson’s room

Emma: What’s the matter?

Mr. Simpson: My, my new laptop. I, I thought I left it locked in here last night. I mean I know the chemo’s making me stupid, but I cant believe I actually lost it.

Emma: Maybe it’s not the chemo…