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Winston, get right in there. We want DTV's making of story for the fashion

to be epic.

Great idea asking Jack to be the choreographer. She's amazing.

She is, isn't she?

Ow.

You love Jack.

Hey, cute stuff.

Hi.

You haven't seen the Imogen's design yet, have you?

What do you think?

They're nice.

The theme's old Hollywood glamour.

Well, then they're perfect.

Okay, I gotta go. They were not listening to me when I... I said extend

arm!

I'll see you later. Yeah, for sure.

She hates them.

What are you talking about? She just said they were nice. Nice is bad.

Nice is dull.

No, you're wrong.

They're classic like we talked about. Classic? It's just boring wearing a

tuxedo. I need to change them. Just because you think Jack may not like

Because I need these to be amazing.

Do you know how many millions of hot, cool girls are lined up to date her?

you're overreacting.

I just want to tweak them so they're a teensy bit more au couture.

They'll still fit the theme, right?

Yeah. Pinky swear.

Just don't go too crazy, okay?

The fashion show's today, and it means a lot to me that I go.

You have absolutely nothing to be worried about.

I want to feel the heat with somebody.

What is with you? You only sing Whitney when something exceptional has happened.

Oh, Maya, you know I never need an excuse to pay homage to the second

diva of our time. May she rest in peace.

You don't fool me. I've rarely seen you this week.

I've just been super busy getting ready to emcee the fashion show.

What's that?

Becky.

She needs to see me right away for a costume fitting. She can...

Text you? Uh, yeah, she's always fashion like that.

That's all for now.

Bye.

Get your fashion show tickets at the student council office before it's too

late. The show is going to be the talk of the school. Don't miss it.

I've been so thinking about you.

These last few days have been incredible. I just want to shout it from

rooftops.

Well, you can't.

You get that, right?

I was just... I'm serious, Tristan.

You and me, what we've been doing has to stay a secret.

You have my word.

Come to my place tonight and we'll pick this up where we left off.

Yeah.

You go first.

I'll wait a few minutes and follow.

I

still

don't know about that double turn at the end.

Weird. No, no, it's okay. I saw the models do it at the Marc Jacobs show in

York. Oh, well, they do it in New York. I'm just saying it's industry standard.

Um, why did Becky change her mind about making you a model again?

She said she made a mistake.

Was her mistake not knowing how rich you are?

What does that have to do with it? Maybe she's hoping to fly down to New York

Fashion and we're going to haul into a jet. Or maybe she realized I'm a good

model. Or maybe your mom sent Becky a little donation so she could help change

her mind.

That's ridiculous.

She wouldn't do that, right, Keesh?

Well, there was that one time in grade two when you magically got put at the

front of the ballet recital after your mom talked to the instructor.

Hey, you and that mystery guy take that trip to the basement, yeah? Could you

zip it, Novak?

What's he talking about?

What guy? What's going on? Nothing. No one. Don't worry about it.

So you gave yourself a giant hickey. Okay.

So there is something going on with you.

Phil. Okay, we're in someone, but it's a secret.

Why, because he's ugly? You don't have to judge based on looks.

No, he most definitely is not ugly. And can't you mind your own business for

once in your life?

Sorry, Joyce.

However, I'm happy if you're happy.

Good morning, everyone.

Mr. Yates?

I ran with our English teacher.

And you said it would never happen.

Turn to page 46 in your textbooks.

How to write a poem. I've also meant it should never happen. Tristan, he's our

teacher. And tear it out.

You can't learn how to write a poem from a textbook.

He's not like a teacher teacher.

He's cool.

It does not matter. He's still an authority figure.

You don't get it.

We're in love.

Are you being serious right now? You sound like a cautionary tale.

She's taking advantage of you, Tristan. You should tell Simpson.

Hey, Matlin.

Is there something you'd like to share with the class?

No. I'm just excited about home.

That's the passion I like to see.

Now, pens out.

You have to promise me you won't say anything to anyone.

Just promise me or you're seriously dead to me.

Yeah, okay.

Promise.

The drop, baby.

Becky gave me a modeling spot in the fashion show.

Isn't that a good thing?

It would be, except I don't know why she changed her mind.

You don't think Mom would pay Becky to let me in, do you?

Sure. Sounds like her.

Seriously? Yeah, Frank. She did the same thing to my little league coach who let

me start.

I did tell her how upset I was about not getting a spot.

What should I do?

Have fun modeling.

Everyone's making fun of me for being rich.

Okay, who cares what they think? If people want to make fun of you, they're

going to find a reason.

Too rich, too poor, too fat, too skinny? That's depressing.

Or liberating, just live your life. Or I could go confront Becky and find out

the truth.

Sure, or that.

Thanks, brother.

There's no way I'm wearing this.

It's literally garbage.

You just don't get it. It's a commentary on disposable celebrity culture.

And refuse.

You mean garbage.

I'm covered in sanitary napkins.

And tampons.

Isn't it great?

What is going on?

Becky Baker. Not the hero we deserve, but the hero we need.

Imogen's lost her freaking mind is what's going on. Hey, what is this?

I mean, my design's totally haute couture.

Old Hollywood was classic, but celebrity is now disposable.

Like garbage.

Okay, we need to talk in private. Can you guys get these dresses to the gym,

please? Ooh, I hear a drum.

Why is everyone so upset?

That time of the month?

Imogen is literally a crazy person. I don't know how we're going to have a

freaking fashion show when she's ruined all the formal wedding. Don't worry. I'm

sure everything will work out.

Things always do.

You're rather chipper.

Oh, you know, just a hot date tonight.

Ooh, juicy do tell.

Sorry. No can do. Oh, I get it.

It's next year when it's secret.

Tristan Milligan, please report to the office as soon as possible.

Tristan Milligan to the office.

What's that about?

I bet Simpson's mad about the joke I make in my monologue about his ties.

Jeez, he's uptight.

But what about dress rehearsal?

Oh, don't worry. I'm sure this won't take long.

So listen, can we make sure that the kids understand that the fashion show is

not a spare? They have to actually show up for these things. What's going on?

Tristan, um, come on in. Have a seat.

This is a giant misunderstanding.

I love your ties, Mr. Simpson.

It's all in the name of comedy, I swear.

This isn't about my ties.

Is it the alcohol jokes? I know they're a little adult, but... Tristan. But if

we're being totally honest with ourselves, high school kids drink,

isn't about the fashion show, Tristan.

Tristan, I want you to be honest with me.

Are you having a sexual relationship with your English teacher, Grant Yates?

No. Who told you that?

It doesn't matter. Well, it matters to me.

It's totally insane.

So, Mr. Yates never performed sexual acts on you? No.

Absolutely not.

Did he pressure you to perform sexual acts on him? He's not like that.

He's like the best teacher I've ever had. You don't need to protect him. I'm

protecting anyone.

You know I'm here to help you. I'm telling the truth.

So, what's going to happen now?

Is he going to get in trouble?

Why are you worried about him?

Did he threaten you?

Mr. Simpson. Did he tell you something about what happened if anyone found out?

No, I just... He seems like a nice guy.

I wouldn't want him to get in trouble because someone around here is a

pathological liar.

So can I go now?

Fine, go ahead.

Ow! You are way stronger than you look. What are we doing up here? I wanted some

privacy so I could yell at you. Now sit.

What did I do?

Are you kidding me? You ruined everything.

Because of the dresses, I totally made them better. No. No, you didn't. People

are supposed to look good at fashion shows, remember?

Now all of the formal wear looks insane.

But now my designs are avant -garde and Jack will love me forever.

Well, I guess that's all you care about then. Stupid Jack. What if she thinks

you're cool enough?

I'm sorry.

What can I do?

You can sit here and think about what you did.

Now I have to go in and clean up your mess before the show starts. Well, let

help you. No, don't move from that spot. You've done enough.

I can't believe this.

I wore vintage Chanel to the Daytime Emmys two years ago.

How's the mightier quality?

At least you have the hottest one.

You think?

Have you guys seen Becky?

She hauled Imogen away.

I'm hoping to an insane asylum.

Okay. There you are, Becky. I need to talk to you.

We all need to talk to you. What is being done about these abominations?

Nothing. You're just going to have to roll with the punches. You're kidding.

She's kidding, right?

I don't think so. Hey, guys, just get your hair and makeup checked. I need to

get to the lighting table. Actually, I want to talk to you about something

Frankie, I don't have time. Did my mom pay you to give me a modeling spot?

What? Of course not. I would never accept a bribe. Then why did you change

mind all of a sudden?

Winston said he'd only shoot the show for DTV if you weren't in it.

He did what?

He said something about it being impossible to be around you.

And you agreed?

I did at first, but then I felt bad, especially because you were so good,

is why I changed my mind. I just made Winston film it anyway.

Look, I really need to go break legs out there.

Why aren't you in the gym?

I need you to emcee the fashion show for me.

What? No, I can't.

Becky's mad at me. Okay, well, I can't do it. Something's come up.

Becky said I wasn't supposed to leave this spot, and she was very firm about

You'll be awesome.

They're your designs, after all.

I don't know.

I don't want to make things worse. Maybe this is your chance to redeem yourself.

You'll be stepping up in a moment of crisis.

You'll be everyone's hero.

Good? Good.

Thanks, Imogen. You're the best.

Hero, you said.

And go for Triton.

What? It's not Triton.

Welcome to the first annual Degrassi fashion show.

Wait, cut the music.

Cut it.

Before we begin, I'd like to say a few words about

fashion.

Sometimes in fashion, we take risks.

Sometimes those risks pay off, but sometimes they don't.

And the people that are most important to fashion are mad at fashion for doing

dumb thing.

But fashion only did it because fashion felt insecure.

But now fashion is really, really sorry.

And fashion just cares about people.

would be heartbroken if they couldn't forgive it for being an inconsiderate

idiot.

So, without further ado, the models.

You're a jerk, jerk.

Who else would I be talking to? You asked Becky not to give me a modeling

I know. I'm sorry.

Not cool.

You make me think I was ugly.

What? No, that's impossible.

You're not ugly. You're beautiful.

I didn't want to be around you because I like you.

Then why would you want to avoid me? You're my best friend's sister.

I've known you since...

Forever. I was worried things would just get weird.

Plus, I didn't know if you actually just liked me back or not. And don't forget,

I'm a giant idiot and... Winston.

Yeah? Shut up.

What about... Miles?

I've been looking for you everywhere.

You can't be here, Tristan. I can't be seen with you. No, it's okay.

I've been suspended pending an investigation into an inappropriate

with you.

How is that okay?

That's impossible. I didn't tell Simpson anything.

You must have told somebody.

I thought you understood.

I do.

Well, obviously not.

Because when there's any allegation whatsoever, there's an immediate

of investigation.

They asked me, but I denied everything.

It's fine.

It doesn't work like that.

How could you be so naive?

I thought I could trust you. You can, I swear.

We can figure this out. No, we can't.

We can't see each other anymore.

Hopefully it does not rain.

And here comes the reason I have a tummy ache right now. I did eat a great deal

of these chips, just saying. They were delicious.

And finally, we had Frankie in her coffee cup cocktail dress.

An effortlessly transition from day to dumpster diving.

photographer Jack Jones, and my co -coordinator extraordinaire Becky Baker.

Coming up, you guys!

I still think I'm a jerk.

A little.

But we're okay.

If it means anything, I'm going to get my karma comeuppance.

I don't think I have to worry about impressing Jack anymore.

Go get him, tiger.

Hi.

Hey. You're pretty funny up there.

You don't have to say that.

Question, though.

Why did you change all your designs?

The first ones you showed me were great.

You thought they were nice.

Is that why you changed them?

Because you thought I didn't like them?

Maybe.

I was intimidated. You're just so awesome and good at everything.

You're intimidated by me.

I'm intimidated by you.

Why?

Because you're amazing and unique and totally yourself.

I've never met anyone like you, Imogen.

Could you do this to me?

How could you tell Simpson?

Tristan, I didn't have a choice. Yes.

Yes, you did. You could have kept your stupid mouth shut. How could I stay

silent? I was so worried about you.

Worried I was too happy?

Worried because what Mr. Heath is doing is wrong. No. Tristan, it's illegal.

No. We're in love, and he's suspended. There's going to be an investigation.

You ruined my life.

Yeah, well, it might feel like that right now, but...

I did all this to protect you. No, I don't need protecting.

Tristan! You don't think I know what love feels like? You think you're the

one that gets to have epic romances?

I want you to have that, Tristan.

You can have that. I want you to have that, but not with him.

You get to have a million guys in love with you.

And a perfect home. And I just wanted one good thing.

But you, of all people, ruined it for me.

Not like that. Tristan, please. I love you. No, I don't want to hear it.

I don't want to talk to you ever again.

make it through if i hold out

i know i can make it through i know

i know i can make it through