All language subtitles for Degrassi TNG s11e34 Cant Tell Me Nothing1

Let's go, let's go.

I'm open, I'm open.

Go, let's go.

In the under -18 national team tryouts,
you gotta want it.

Look what I did to that girl. I should
go apologize.

What, for being awesome?

Come on, it's all a part of the game. I
think the national team coaches will

understand.

Come on, Katie.

Eyes on the prize.

Yeah.

Eyes on the prize.

Oh,

getting back into music?

Trying to. Thought it might help me feel
like my old honey self.

Well, good.

Because we could both use some post
-breakup happy.

So let's burn off those breakup clouds
and let the sunshine in.

If only it were that simple.

Have you seen my songbook?

It's little, pink, has every song that's
ever written in it.

Oh, I must have lost it at Casey's.

There's three years' work down the
drain. Or you can just get it back.

That would mean talking to him.

Well, it's bound to happen at some
point. Yeah, and when it does, he's

remind me of what a horrible person I am
for giving our baby up for adoption.

I just...

I want to move on from all that.

Well, don't you think a little happiness
is worth one tiny, awkward

conversation?

Bethany? Hey, has the team called you
yet?

Last night?

Wow, that's amazing. Good for you.

No, they haven't called me yet.

Thanks. That's sweet.

Okay, bye.

Was that the team?

No. It's Bethany.

She got a call?

I can't believe it. I scored twice as
many goals as her in rec league. They'll

call. Hang tight.

What if I screwed this up, Mom?

By hurting that girl?

I broke her nose.

I should have apologized.

It was an accident.

Well, what if the coaches don't see
that?

What if they think I'm some goon?

If I don't make the national team, the
right coaches won't see me, which means

no shot at a college scholarship, which
means no try for the 2016 games, which

basically means I should give up soccer
right now and take up knitting.

Glad you're keeping things in
perspective.

This has been my plan since I was 10.

Sometimes the universe has a different
plan. We adapt.

No. There is no other plan for me, okay?
I need to make this team.

Definitely a tourist.

Don't just sit by the phone, you'll go
crazy.

Aren't you still the school president?

Yeah. Then go be presidential.

Let me start by declaring West Drive
season premiere must be Addictive Teen

is at its finest. We have so much to
talk about here on the West Drive

Experience. Oh my gosh.

The Carmen Carter make -out session?

Confession, I liked it.

Carmen is supposed to be with Nico.

Carney? So played.

The car -car action was so hot.

More like car wreck. Um, excuse me. No.

Are you coming or what?

Um, I'll be right out.

You're leaving.

I promised Zig I'd watch him skateboard
before class.

But we're not done the vlog.

We've been doing these recaps since
season five. Our fans expect us to post

before the next episode.

Can't you just finish?

By myself?

Zig's my boyfriend.

You understand.

We need a great event to kick off my
presidency, and these proposals are

terrible. Easy to sort, though.

Bring your parent to school day?

Denied.

Proposed by Fiona Coyne?

Denied. Is that my phone buzzing?

Relax.

What if we moved Degrassi Gladiators up?

Well, then we'd have to move the one I
plays over, and then the intramurals

would have to start late, and basically
the whole year would be ruined.

Our constituents are going to revolt
unless we plan something fun.

I think someone needs a prescription for
chill pills.

Oh, my God.

Hello?

Yeah, this is her.

She. Me.

Okay.

Thank you. Thanks so much.

Okay, bye.

Well, I did it. I made it to the next
round.

I have more trials this afternoon.

I should go to the field early. Go.

I'll take care of the student council
stuff.

You focus on trials.

Are you sure you can handle it? Learn
from the best.

Might have to butt a few noses.

Guess I'm early.

Me too.

I used to have a tight schedule, and now
I don't know what to do with myself.

How are you?

Good summer?

Yeah, it was good.

Good.

Did you get my message?

Your songbook.

It's in here.

Thanks.

What's all this other stuff?

Just some things you left at my house.

I thought you'd want them.

So, good morning, ladies and gents.

Poetry.

It's the act of using language to evoke
an emotional response.

Hey, can I ask you something?

I need your help.

You know this Wade Little Knight?

Oh, yeah, dude. We're totes BFFs.

Dude, can't you see I'm busy?

But Mom said... Fine.

What do you want?

Brotherly advice.

How do I break up a girl and her
boyfriend?

Oh, my God, Tress.

This is serious.

Sit.

Pick up some weight.

Chloe got back together with Zig and now
she keeps breaking plans.

To find another friend.

We were going to take over grade nine
together.

Power squad, the play, everything.

And now all she wants to do is go to the
stupid skate park with stupid Zig.

Go to the skate park.

Sounds like something fun normal.

Normal people.

I mean normal teenagers.

That's right, people. Jeez.

Tori's my bestie.

I can't lose her.

And I'm not leaving until you tell me
how to break them up.

So tell her Zane called her fat.

That's your advice.

Now get out of here before someone sees
you talking to me.

What's up, girl?

Watch it, midget.

Sorry if I just... Whatever.

You need to play dirty to make it. You
grabbed me, so my phone will kick you

Oops.

Accident.

You went down hard, Madeline.

Need to sit out for a bit?

No.

I'm good.

You sure?

Yes. I'm fine.

Then let's get you back in the game.

Atta girl!

Okay!

Eyes on the prize.

Is your knee supposed to be that color?

It's not as bad as it looks.

And besides, I have a million things to
take care of, starting with event

proposals. I am on me.

You sound stressed.

Should I be worried?

Mayor, I'm fine.

Time to make decisions. Come on.

Okay, um, we have the grassy coffee
house.

Put a stage in the caf, dim the lights,
serve coffee, and invite musicians.

Open stage.

Love it.

Really? Okay, phew, because I already
made the posters and Jake's building the

stage. It's perfect.

You're a lifesaver.

Yay! I'm gonna put these up.

Hey. Hey.

I got your brace.

My knee's fine.

I just need to get it moving.

Okay, do your work.

You ready?

Maybe.

Ow! What, are you okay?

Maybe I'll try with that bracelet.

Katie, if it hurts that bad, it might be
a serious injury. You don't want to end

up in a wheelchair.

Why would you say something like that?

I didn't mean it like that.

My mom was my age when she first felt
the signs of multiple sclerosis.

Sorry, I thought it wasn't a passed on
thing.

Yeah, well, studies are inconclusive at
best, which is why I need to take my

shot while I can.

Who knows what shape he'll be in next
year?

Hey, my godfather's a sports doctor.
Maybe I can get you into see him. He can

give you some type of physio.

Whatever it takes.

Music can be a way to express personal
style, but also a way to link yourself

a social group. I want you to pair up
and brainstorm social groups defined by

their musical tastes.

There are really only two groups.

You're a rational person who likes
Adele, or you're a moron. Break time.

Did you finish the West Drive blog?

Done. It's a little short, but the fans
will love it.

Sorry about bailing this morning. Sig
doesn't really get West Drive.

Sig doesn't get a lot of things, like
how not to talk behind people's backs.

What people? What is he saying?

No, I can't.

I shouldn't.

Is it about me?

I walk by the skate park, and I
overheard Zeg say to his buddies that he

that you're a little bit curvy.

He thinks I'm fat?

A jerk!

I know, right?

No. No, no, no, no, no, no. Don't cry.

He's gonna break up with me again, and
then I'll have no one.

Maybe not. He said he likes it. That
doesn't mean that he hates me.

No, he doesn't.

He didn't even say it.

I made it up.

Why would you do that?

Because you're spending all your time
with him. We're supposed to be best

friends. We are.

And a real best friend would want to
hang out with his best friend and her

boyfriend. Don't try and break them up.

What's wrong with you? I'm a mess.

You moped all night. I see you're moping
again, but I have the cure for the

mopes.

Open stage at the coffee house.

I don't know, Allie. Didn't Casey give
your songbook back?

Yeah, along with all this.

It's too much right now.

So you're just going to sit and stare at
it instead of singing?

How am I supposed to be happy with all
this stuff haunting me?

What are you doing? I'm going to walk
this away, and you are going to find the

happiest song to sing at the coffee
house.

Yeah, I'm not really in the mood.

Not yet.

But did you know you can make a dog
happy by wagging its tail?

Make it do that thing it does when it's
happy, then it feels like it's happy,

and then it becomes happy.

I don't have a tail, Allie. Singing
songs is your tail, Jenna. No, you wag

tail, girl. You wag it.

I said wag it.

Okay, I'm wagging it.

Okay, that's good enough.

Is there any physio I can do? I'll draw
you up a plan. Stay off until the

swelling goes down, and then you'll come
back and see.

But my next tryout's tomorrow.

Doesn't sound like a good idea. I think
you strained your ACL.

If you tear it, you're looking at
walking complications for the rest of

life, or worse.

I'll book an MRI. We'll see what's going
on there.

Okay, well, can we do that today?

The first opening isn't until early next
month.

What?

Then I'll lose my chance at the national
team.

Can't you give me an injection?

Injection? For the pain. I mean, pros
get them all the time. Hockey players,

basketball players.

Those are elite athletes paid to play
through the pain.

Can't you give me something?

Oxy, codeine?

You want me to prescribe powerful habit
-forming drugs without a proper course

of treatment?

Yeah. I mean, you said it yourself. You
can't be sure it's my ACL.

Take some ibuprofen. If it hurts to
walk, don't play on it.

I'll have my assistant set you up for an
MRI.

This is where the coffee has to... No
offense, but do you have to do that

Shouldn't you be home making out with
your step -girlfriend?

Claire and I broke up.

Sorry, I didn't know.

I'll play somewhere else. No, stay. I'll
do something less hammery.

Thanks. But, I don't know, can you play
something a little less... shiny?

Less shiny?

You know how it is post -breakup. I
mean, happy music seems phony right now.

Sig, it was you?

You're so sweet.

I got invited too. I thought it was you.

It was I.

I have a proposal.

Please, sit.

Tori, you're my best friend. Sig.

You're a good guy, I'm sure.

But I felt like you were taking her away
from me.

I got jealous.

And you tried to break us up. I know.

It was stupid.

But look, I'm totally willing to share.

I'm not a sandwich, Tris.

I'm sorry.

Can't we just all hang out together,
like you said?

Starting with this.

They're calling for acts for the open
stage, and I say we do, half -hearted,

until I'm with you.

The song we wrote at summer camp?

and performed at your uncle's wedding.

It killed.

People cried.

Are you in?

Sure. Why not?

Who says three's a crowd?

Someone's hungry. It's not what you
think. I'm looking for something, and

in my way.

Easy. I'm just getting a drink.

Is everything okay?

No one binges on peas. It's for my knee.

Satisfied? Whatever.

There's my soccer star.

You want any particular meal tonight?
Fuel for tomorrow's big tryout?

No, just whatever's easy.

Pass me my anticonvulsants.

What if I can't do it?

Are you nervous?

Ever since you were in utero, you've
been a little kicker. You were born for

this, literally.

Coding? Yep.

Here you go.

You don't take those every day, do you?

Only when I need it.

I'm going to call your father out of the
office, and then I'm going to start

dinner.

My daughter on the national team.

Yo.

What did Dr. Dawkins say?

That there's a 50 % chance that it's
nothing at all.

What about the other 50?

Pain's all in your head, right?

Wow.

You are hardcore.

So, how did you show me what you got
there, princess?

You asked for it.

Okay.

Lucky shot.

Let's see you do that one twice.

That was awesome.

So, how does it feel?

Better. Much better.

I feel great.