Degrassi: Next Class (2016) s03e07 Episode Script
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It's basically a love triangle between a guy, his boyfriend in a coma and a girl he meets online.
She's codirecting a play.
Unless I die in this machine.
Then Jonah can direct by himself.
Well, the scan shows no new lesions or infections, but your pulmonary function tests have declined.
I think it's time to consider the waiting list for a lung transplant.
Is that really the best option? Half the CF patients who receive new lungs live past ten years.
If I survive the operation Grace, please.
Most transplants are successful.
The danger is in your body rejecting the new organs.
This makes no sense! I don't feel any more sick than normal.
Well, the fact is, you've grown quite accustomed to being very, very sick.
What if I say no? Without a transplant, I believe you'll live another three years, but they'll become increasingly more difficult as your lung function continues to decline.
So, my choices are three crappy years or a 50-50 shot at ten? Why not toss in an electric chair? - Save ourselves the trouble? - Grace.
It's a big decision that comes with big risks.
You have a lot to talk about.
Do you wanna ask any questions? No, I just I just wanna go.
This edit turned out pretty well.
Something wrong? Um, yeah, just normal stress eating.
Hey, you and Yael have been together for a while, right? Sure.
Have you ever wondered what you would do if you guys, like, got pregnant? Would your parents be so mad? I don't know.
Probably.
Hey, did you know you have to wait a bunch of weeks before a pregnancy test can detect whether or not you're pregnant? - Huh? - Oh, I'm doing research for a friend.
Uh, not Frankie or Shay.
It's done.
- Let's post it.
- Oh, wait! You don't think I look bloated in these shots, do you? They look fine to me.
The shots.
Shots.
No, uh There's a better shot.
Um, well, there.
Oh, I'm so sorry.
My bad.
Oh, it's it's okay, actually.
I've got it.
Um, I'm actually, probably, just gonna, uh, do this by myself.
Well, I don't mind lending a hand.
Plus, I've gotten really good at editing.
Check out this shortcut.
Control Oh, my gosh! Uh, what is that? Why is that? Oh! I don't I don't know.
I'm sorry, uh Hey, um, it's okay.
Okay, I This never happened.
I won't say anything, okay? Good morning, Madame President.
Hey, you.
Ready for tonight? For our big first date? Oh, yes.
As for our date plans Shut up! A sing-along screening of High School Musical? This is already so perfect! And you haven't even heard me sing yet.
I'll, uh, see you in Computer Science.
Can't wait.
Hey, what was all the excitement in there? Zoë got tickets to a sing-along High School Musical screening tonight.
Oh, fun! They still have tickets! Done! I know we said we'd watch it together, but this is way better! Yes, that is a thing we said.
- See you after class.
Go Wildcats! - Whoo! Let me guess.
That was supposed to be a Zoë night, not a Goldi hang? Yeah.
But to explain that to Goldi, I'd have to come out to Goldi.
And I'm not ready to do that.
So now I ruined my date with Zoë.
- She's gonna be so mad.
- Dude, it's okay.
Uh, Zoë might seem intimidating, but she's actually pretty understanding.
So, obviously Obi-Wan killed Luke's aunt and uncle because it was the only way to get him to join the Rebellion.
- Uh, did you get it up? - Oh.
- Uh, the vlog.
Did you post it? - Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Oh, yeah, that.
Um, yeah, yeah.
It's, um, it's all posted.
Okay.
We have to fire Lola.
We have an arrangement where I speak to her on a biweekly basis.
You wanna just throw that all away? Swear you'll take this to your grave? Yeah, sure.
When we were editing, she kinda brushed my And you know with the The Force awakened? What if Yael finds out? Not-So-Little-Baaz stands up on the bus sometimes.
It happens.
Yael's already iffy about her.
I mean, what if she tells her? I can't get dumped over this.
If we had to, we could just vote Lola out.
Uh, we already have two votes.
And Vijay's a guy.
He'll agree with us.
That makes three votes to Yael's one.
If we had to.
If we're suddenly all anti-Lola, Yael's gonna notice.
And there's no way she'd believe I want Lola gone.
It has to be Yael's idea.
Normally, I'd just call you an idiot, but Tristan gave me a thumbs up this morning, - so I'm in a good mood.
- Oh, I'm happy for you.
Grace, can you please tell your codirector here that projecting sepia tone is just gonna make everything else look brown.
Not brown.
Golden.
It's supposed to give coma boy's speeches an ethereal feel.
Who the hell cares if the lights are white or brown, or if we do the whole damn thing in the dark? Great.
Rehearsal canceled.
Got it.
- Grace - I'm fine.
Yeah, you seem the most fine.
You know my sucky lungs? They got even suckier.
The doctor gave me three years if I don't get a transplant.
Well, you're getting it, right? So I can trade them for ten years of antirejection meds? Sign me up.
- With ten years you, you could - Pick out a really nice casket? - That's not funny.
- It's kinda funny.
So, what should I do? Rehearsal? School? Those hardly seem important when you're gonna die.
Okay We're taking the afternoon off.
And next week, I'm thinking of reviewing the new Black Panther.
Nice.
Is that it? I gotta proof an essay before class.
Actually, uh, Baaz, you had some new business? Uh, yeah, um We're hemorrhaging money.
Uh, I thought our view counts were generating a small profit.
Uh, well, look at the numbers yourself.
Well, um, maybe it's an expense problem.
Just off Just off the top of my head.
Are Lola's vlogs really costing that much to make? Makeup is more expensive than movie tickets and game subscriptions, but shouldn't her views make up for that? Well, I mean, according to this, she's still lagging behind the rest of us.
Weird.
So, what should we do? - I think we have to let her go.
- Well, let's not be hasty.
What if she has huge future upside potential? The data just doesn't support that.
All those in favor of firing Lola? I'll draft the e-mail.
- Walk me to class? - Yeah.
Hey, I saw Tristan at lunch.
Goldi invited herself to the movie! I accidentally invited her, and she bought a ticket, and I couldn't tell her it was a date, and I'm so, so sorry.
Hey, it's okay.
I was looking forward to our first date so much, and now I ruined it.
Well, maybe you could actually tell her it's a date? - I don't think so.
- She's cool with me being gay.
- And same thing with Tristan last year.
- You're not living with her.
Plus, her family has been so generous.
And I can't risk losing my best friend and messing everything up.
I get it.
I'm so glad you understand.
We'll find another time to go on a date.
Oh, no, no.
We're still going on a date tonight.
We just need to figure out a way to keep Goldi occupied.
- We just need a - Scheme? Schemes are my favorite.
Here we are.
Seizing the day.
Hey, this is a fun course.
Plus, no one's around, so we can talk.
Good luck with that.
This isn't my first "Let's inspire Grace to choose life" pep talk.
Yeah, but my pep talk has, uh, those guys.
- Grace, this is a huge life decision.
- Actually, it's not.
Both options end pretty much the same way.
All right.
Let's play for it.
What? If I win, you get the transplant.
You win, you ride out the lungs.
- How's that for "pep"? - I know what you're trying to do.
Prove my mini-putt dominance? Ah! Ah! Fine, let's do it.
I'm dead either way.
Might as well let a ball decide.
The fashion club is teaming up with the QSA to sell gender-neutral clothing at lunch.
Come check us out in the foyer.
- Goldi, I need a favor.
- Oh, no, what's wrong? I'm coming down with something and so is Winston.
Oh, no, he has that thing tonight.
The council presentation to the PTA, yeah.
He can't do it, and I'm too sick to cover.
I can do it, but I'm gonna have to bail on Rasha.
I'm gonna miss it, too.
But, I'll owe you huge for filling in.
Okay, I'll do it.
Feel better.
Soup.
Hey, Goldi.
'Sup? Just getting my books.
I left them here earlier.
Rasha, I'm really sorry, but Zoë and Winston came down with something, and I have to fill in at the PTA thing tonight.
Oh, that's too bad.
Say no more.
Thanks for understanding.
- Mission accomplished.
- Hey, Rasha Maybe if Zoë's feeling up to it, we'll do our own HSM sing-along at home, okay? You're kinda the best.
The e-mail went through to Lola? Sent it via text.
Got that "read" receipt.
It's done.
She's out.
Now we just gotta spin this to our subscribers, and we're home free.
- I owe you one.
- How big of one? If I'm gonna call in my favor, I need to know how much I'm owed.
Hey, I just ironed this! Why is Yael talking to Lola? Can you read lips? "I am ham sandwich?" I cannot.
Well I'm dead.
She's gonna tell her what happened.
Maybe it's about something different.
Or maybe not.
Yael doesn't even like Lola.
- I assumed they'd never talk.
- Well, they sure are talking now.
What was I supposed to do? I couldn't let Yael find out.
And yet, it's possible she found out anyway.
You are not gonna beat me that way.
All right.
Oh! Couldn't stand to be away from me for one shot.
Don't worry.
I won't tell your girlfriend.
Actually, Frankie and I are on a break.
She had a bit too much trouble with how much time I was spending on the play.
You can't just drop everything for her.
It's just I really like Frankie, but I've no idea what she wants.
It's like, should I be stressing about my relationship, - or my future? - Your future.
Because you have one, unlike yours truly.
The transplant gives you ten good years.
10% chance I won't survive.
But if you do, you'll be healthier.
You could travel the world.
You could go to school, - solve some mysteries.
- Who with? Maya can't even be bothered to pick up her phone.
She's obviously going through something.
It'll pass.
Maybe, but you'll take off and Zoë will, too.
And who will I even go through all that for? For Grace? I hear she's all right.
So, I'll get to live long enough to see my friends get jobs and families, and do all the things I'll never get to do.
This whole time I thought it was you were afraid of dying, but it's living, what scares you.
Next, you're gonna say that if I live another ten years, science will come up with a miracle cure.
Without the transplant, you will never find out.
Look, if you sink this, you win.
No transplant.
That's an easy shot.
Unless I overhit it.
You still gotta take the shot though, right? - Need anything else? - I'm good.
So, I was talking to Lola today.
Um, is something up? Like what? Well, Baaz had her makeup costing $200, but she only bought, like, two things.
Well, maybe it was a decimal error? Did someone want her gone? - Okay, you caught me.
- What? I got a boner for Lola.
You got a what for who? Wait, you didn't already know? What was Lola telling you in the hallway? That she wasn't finished the slides to our history presentation.
It just kind of happened.
She was standing too close to me, and it Wow.
Okay.
It was an involuntary biological reaction.
It didn't mean anything.
Except that it made you lie to me.
I can't believe we got away with that.
You were amazing.
It's not my first rodeo.
Ladies, what will it be? Uh, skinny half-caff chai tea latte.
Rasha? Uh, we can't let that guy see us.
Can we hide here a minute, please? Schemes.
I love schemes.
If Baaz sees us, he might tell Goldi.
Or, worse, he'll figure out we're on a date.
He's probably just having a quick coffee.
Garçon, can you tell me your dinner specials? Okay, it's you he'd recognize.
So, I'll leave first, and then you can sneak off and meet me when you can.
Okay? Okay.
And keep the drinks coming.
Once my team gets here, this Magic Madness marathon will be underway.
As if I'd let you and that stupid ball decide my fate.
Hey, don't hate the miniature player, hate the miniature game.
Let me grab my bag, and then we can - Oh, my God.
Maya! Maya! Maya! - Maya! - Maya.
- Maya! Go get help! Maya! Maya! What the hell? - It's okay, Grace.
It's okay.
I'm okay.
- It's just a photo shoot.
- You bailed on me for this? - Chill.
- It's part of a series we're doing.
- I needed you.
- And here you are, pretending to be dead! - It's not like that.
These photos are about confronting death, showing that it can be beautiful.
Death is not beautiful! It's final! Don't yell at her! Who the hell are you? - Grace, come here.
- Are you okay? Not remotely.
- What's going on here? - Come here.
Maya? Don't worry about her.
Okay? She didn't know.
And you're not dying.
Look at me.
Right now, I'm barely living.
- Rasha.
- Sorry I screwed up our date.
Why didn't you text me? I waited.
I was embarrassed.
You should probably just forget about dating me.
I'm too complicated.
- Don't say that.
- Why? You can have any girl and I'm ruining everything.
But, you, you're gorgeous, you're fearless Rasha, I was afraid to ask you out for weeks.
Yeah, right.
You escaped war.
You came all the way here to start a whole new life.
You're the fearless one.
I was tired of being afraid.
I wanted to do that, like, all last night.
Maybe we can figure this out.
I'm in no rush.
Zoë? Mom.
You forgot your books in the car.
We rehired Lola.
Good, but that doesn't solve anything between us.
I know.
I wanna show you what I've learned.
When I do something dumb, should I tell you the truth, or keep it a secret? Tell you.
I get that now.
Still yes.
I don't wanna be an idiot anymore.
I'm not jealous of Lola, okay? I know you have better taste than that.
But you and I were best friends.
We we used to tell each other everything.
So, I should tell you when I get a You know? For another girl? You and the guys and I used to joke about boners all the time.
I mean, they're objectively funny.
Yeah.
Well, this one was embarrassing.
So, share that with me, too.
I mean, you told Baaz, for God's sake! Don't shut me out just because we're dating.
If I promise to keep you in the loop are we cool? Maybe.
I I don't know yet.
Let's just agree for now that boners are funny.
Okay.
Okay.
So, what we'll do is blast light into the audience's eyes, like the light at the end of the tunnel.
Are you trying to blind everyone? I told you it's a bad idea.
Sepia's worse.
So, here's what we do.
We light coma boy from below, creating a campfire-flashlight look.
Okay.
So, he He's, like, telling a scary story? No, no.
He is the scary story.
What would we do without you? Fail hilariously? Okay, well, I'm gonna get some gels.
Test that out.
That was a really good idea.
Whatever.
Hey, we should go golfing again sometime.
Yeah, for sure.
Gotta get my Grace time in while I can.
Actually, that clock might not run out so soon.
- You're getting the transplant? - Putting my name on the list.
It might be a while before it comes up.
Well, when it does, I'll be there.
Shut up.
Okay! I'm gonna rein him in before he burns the gym down.
She's codirecting a play.
Unless I die in this machine.
Then Jonah can direct by himself.
Well, the scan shows no new lesions or infections, but your pulmonary function tests have declined.
I think it's time to consider the waiting list for a lung transplant.
Is that really the best option? Half the CF patients who receive new lungs live past ten years.
If I survive the operation Grace, please.
Most transplants are successful.
The danger is in your body rejecting the new organs.
This makes no sense! I don't feel any more sick than normal.
Well, the fact is, you've grown quite accustomed to being very, very sick.
What if I say no? Without a transplant, I believe you'll live another three years, but they'll become increasingly more difficult as your lung function continues to decline.
So, my choices are three crappy years or a 50-50 shot at ten? Why not toss in an electric chair? - Save ourselves the trouble? - Grace.
It's a big decision that comes with big risks.
You have a lot to talk about.
Do you wanna ask any questions? No, I just I just wanna go.
This edit turned out pretty well.
Something wrong? Um, yeah, just normal stress eating.
Hey, you and Yael have been together for a while, right? Sure.
Have you ever wondered what you would do if you guys, like, got pregnant? Would your parents be so mad? I don't know.
Probably.
Hey, did you know you have to wait a bunch of weeks before a pregnancy test can detect whether or not you're pregnant? - Huh? - Oh, I'm doing research for a friend.
Uh, not Frankie or Shay.
It's done.
- Let's post it.
- Oh, wait! You don't think I look bloated in these shots, do you? They look fine to me.
The shots.
Shots.
No, uh There's a better shot.
Um, well, there.
Oh, I'm so sorry.
My bad.
Oh, it's it's okay, actually.
I've got it.
Um, I'm actually, probably, just gonna, uh, do this by myself.
Well, I don't mind lending a hand.
Plus, I've gotten really good at editing.
Check out this shortcut.
Control Oh, my gosh! Uh, what is that? Why is that? Oh! I don't I don't know.
I'm sorry, uh Hey, um, it's okay.
Okay, I This never happened.
I won't say anything, okay? Good morning, Madame President.
Hey, you.
Ready for tonight? For our big first date? Oh, yes.
As for our date plans Shut up! A sing-along screening of High School Musical? This is already so perfect! And you haven't even heard me sing yet.
I'll, uh, see you in Computer Science.
Can't wait.
Hey, what was all the excitement in there? Zoë got tickets to a sing-along High School Musical screening tonight.
Oh, fun! They still have tickets! Done! I know we said we'd watch it together, but this is way better! Yes, that is a thing we said.
- See you after class.
Go Wildcats! - Whoo! Let me guess.
That was supposed to be a Zoë night, not a Goldi hang? Yeah.
But to explain that to Goldi, I'd have to come out to Goldi.
And I'm not ready to do that.
So now I ruined my date with Zoë.
- She's gonna be so mad.
- Dude, it's okay.
Uh, Zoë might seem intimidating, but she's actually pretty understanding.
So, obviously Obi-Wan killed Luke's aunt and uncle because it was the only way to get him to join the Rebellion.
- Uh, did you get it up? - Oh.
- Uh, the vlog.
Did you post it? - Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Oh, yeah, that.
Um, yeah, yeah.
It's, um, it's all posted.
Okay.
We have to fire Lola.
We have an arrangement where I speak to her on a biweekly basis.
You wanna just throw that all away? Swear you'll take this to your grave? Yeah, sure.
When we were editing, she kinda brushed my And you know with the The Force awakened? What if Yael finds out? Not-So-Little-Baaz stands up on the bus sometimes.
It happens.
Yael's already iffy about her.
I mean, what if she tells her? I can't get dumped over this.
If we had to, we could just vote Lola out.
Uh, we already have two votes.
And Vijay's a guy.
He'll agree with us.
That makes three votes to Yael's one.
If we had to.
If we're suddenly all anti-Lola, Yael's gonna notice.
And there's no way she'd believe I want Lola gone.
It has to be Yael's idea.
Normally, I'd just call you an idiot, but Tristan gave me a thumbs up this morning, - so I'm in a good mood.
- Oh, I'm happy for you.
Grace, can you please tell your codirector here that projecting sepia tone is just gonna make everything else look brown.
Not brown.
Golden.
It's supposed to give coma boy's speeches an ethereal feel.
Who the hell cares if the lights are white or brown, or if we do the whole damn thing in the dark? Great.
Rehearsal canceled.
Got it.
- Grace - I'm fine.
Yeah, you seem the most fine.
You know my sucky lungs? They got even suckier.
The doctor gave me three years if I don't get a transplant.
Well, you're getting it, right? So I can trade them for ten years of antirejection meds? Sign me up.
- With ten years you, you could - Pick out a really nice casket? - That's not funny.
- It's kinda funny.
So, what should I do? Rehearsal? School? Those hardly seem important when you're gonna die.
Okay We're taking the afternoon off.
And next week, I'm thinking of reviewing the new Black Panther.
Nice.
Is that it? I gotta proof an essay before class.
Actually, uh, Baaz, you had some new business? Uh, yeah, um We're hemorrhaging money.
Uh, I thought our view counts were generating a small profit.
Uh, well, look at the numbers yourself.
Well, um, maybe it's an expense problem.
Just off Just off the top of my head.
Are Lola's vlogs really costing that much to make? Makeup is more expensive than movie tickets and game subscriptions, but shouldn't her views make up for that? Well, I mean, according to this, she's still lagging behind the rest of us.
Weird.
So, what should we do? - I think we have to let her go.
- Well, let's not be hasty.
What if she has huge future upside potential? The data just doesn't support that.
All those in favor of firing Lola? I'll draft the e-mail.
- Walk me to class? - Yeah.
Hey, I saw Tristan at lunch.
Goldi invited herself to the movie! I accidentally invited her, and she bought a ticket, and I couldn't tell her it was a date, and I'm so, so sorry.
Hey, it's okay.
I was looking forward to our first date so much, and now I ruined it.
Well, maybe you could actually tell her it's a date? - I don't think so.
- She's cool with me being gay.
- And same thing with Tristan last year.
- You're not living with her.
Plus, her family has been so generous.
And I can't risk losing my best friend and messing everything up.
I get it.
I'm so glad you understand.
We'll find another time to go on a date.
Oh, no, no.
We're still going on a date tonight.
We just need to figure out a way to keep Goldi occupied.
- We just need a - Scheme? Schemes are my favorite.
Here we are.
Seizing the day.
Hey, this is a fun course.
Plus, no one's around, so we can talk.
Good luck with that.
This isn't my first "Let's inspire Grace to choose life" pep talk.
Yeah, but my pep talk has, uh, those guys.
- Grace, this is a huge life decision.
- Actually, it's not.
Both options end pretty much the same way.
All right.
Let's play for it.
What? If I win, you get the transplant.
You win, you ride out the lungs.
- How's that for "pep"? - I know what you're trying to do.
Prove my mini-putt dominance? Ah! Ah! Fine, let's do it.
I'm dead either way.
Might as well let a ball decide.
The fashion club is teaming up with the QSA to sell gender-neutral clothing at lunch.
Come check us out in the foyer.
- Goldi, I need a favor.
- Oh, no, what's wrong? I'm coming down with something and so is Winston.
Oh, no, he has that thing tonight.
The council presentation to the PTA, yeah.
He can't do it, and I'm too sick to cover.
I can do it, but I'm gonna have to bail on Rasha.
I'm gonna miss it, too.
But, I'll owe you huge for filling in.
Okay, I'll do it.
Feel better.
Soup.
Hey, Goldi.
'Sup? Just getting my books.
I left them here earlier.
Rasha, I'm really sorry, but Zoë and Winston came down with something, and I have to fill in at the PTA thing tonight.
Oh, that's too bad.
Say no more.
Thanks for understanding.
- Mission accomplished.
- Hey, Rasha Maybe if Zoë's feeling up to it, we'll do our own HSM sing-along at home, okay? You're kinda the best.
The e-mail went through to Lola? Sent it via text.
Got that "read" receipt.
It's done.
She's out.
Now we just gotta spin this to our subscribers, and we're home free.
- I owe you one.
- How big of one? If I'm gonna call in my favor, I need to know how much I'm owed.
Hey, I just ironed this! Why is Yael talking to Lola? Can you read lips? "I am ham sandwich?" I cannot.
Well I'm dead.
She's gonna tell her what happened.
Maybe it's about something different.
Or maybe not.
Yael doesn't even like Lola.
- I assumed they'd never talk.
- Well, they sure are talking now.
What was I supposed to do? I couldn't let Yael find out.
And yet, it's possible she found out anyway.
You are not gonna beat me that way.
All right.
Oh! Couldn't stand to be away from me for one shot.
Don't worry.
I won't tell your girlfriend.
Actually, Frankie and I are on a break.
She had a bit too much trouble with how much time I was spending on the play.
You can't just drop everything for her.
It's just I really like Frankie, but I've no idea what she wants.
It's like, should I be stressing about my relationship, - or my future? - Your future.
Because you have one, unlike yours truly.
The transplant gives you ten good years.
10% chance I won't survive.
But if you do, you'll be healthier.
You could travel the world.
You could go to school, - solve some mysteries.
- Who with? Maya can't even be bothered to pick up her phone.
She's obviously going through something.
It'll pass.
Maybe, but you'll take off and Zoë will, too.
And who will I even go through all that for? For Grace? I hear she's all right.
So, I'll get to live long enough to see my friends get jobs and families, and do all the things I'll never get to do.
This whole time I thought it was you were afraid of dying, but it's living, what scares you.
Next, you're gonna say that if I live another ten years, science will come up with a miracle cure.
Without the transplant, you will never find out.
Look, if you sink this, you win.
No transplant.
That's an easy shot.
Unless I overhit it.
You still gotta take the shot though, right? - Need anything else? - I'm good.
So, I was talking to Lola today.
Um, is something up? Like what? Well, Baaz had her makeup costing $200, but she only bought, like, two things.
Well, maybe it was a decimal error? Did someone want her gone? - Okay, you caught me.
- What? I got a boner for Lola.
You got a what for who? Wait, you didn't already know? What was Lola telling you in the hallway? That she wasn't finished the slides to our history presentation.
It just kind of happened.
She was standing too close to me, and it Wow.
Okay.
It was an involuntary biological reaction.
It didn't mean anything.
Except that it made you lie to me.
I can't believe we got away with that.
You were amazing.
It's not my first rodeo.
Ladies, what will it be? Uh, skinny half-caff chai tea latte.
Rasha? Uh, we can't let that guy see us.
Can we hide here a minute, please? Schemes.
I love schemes.
If Baaz sees us, he might tell Goldi.
Or, worse, he'll figure out we're on a date.
He's probably just having a quick coffee.
Garçon, can you tell me your dinner specials? Okay, it's you he'd recognize.
So, I'll leave first, and then you can sneak off and meet me when you can.
Okay? Okay.
And keep the drinks coming.
Once my team gets here, this Magic Madness marathon will be underway.
As if I'd let you and that stupid ball decide my fate.
Hey, don't hate the miniature player, hate the miniature game.
Let me grab my bag, and then we can - Oh, my God.
Maya! Maya! Maya! - Maya! - Maya.
- Maya! Go get help! Maya! Maya! What the hell? - It's okay, Grace.
It's okay.
I'm okay.
- It's just a photo shoot.
- You bailed on me for this? - Chill.
- It's part of a series we're doing.
- I needed you.
- And here you are, pretending to be dead! - It's not like that.
These photos are about confronting death, showing that it can be beautiful.
Death is not beautiful! It's final! Don't yell at her! Who the hell are you? - Grace, come here.
- Are you okay? Not remotely.
- What's going on here? - Come here.
Maya? Don't worry about her.
Okay? She didn't know.
And you're not dying.
Look at me.
Right now, I'm barely living.
- Rasha.
- Sorry I screwed up our date.
Why didn't you text me? I waited.
I was embarrassed.
You should probably just forget about dating me.
I'm too complicated.
- Don't say that.
- Why? You can have any girl and I'm ruining everything.
But, you, you're gorgeous, you're fearless Rasha, I was afraid to ask you out for weeks.
Yeah, right.
You escaped war.
You came all the way here to start a whole new life.
You're the fearless one.
I was tired of being afraid.
I wanted to do that, like, all last night.
Maybe we can figure this out.
I'm in no rush.
Zoë? Mom.
You forgot your books in the car.
We rehired Lola.
Good, but that doesn't solve anything between us.
I know.
I wanna show you what I've learned.
When I do something dumb, should I tell you the truth, or keep it a secret? Tell you.
I get that now.
Still yes.
I don't wanna be an idiot anymore.
I'm not jealous of Lola, okay? I know you have better taste than that.
But you and I were best friends.
We we used to tell each other everything.
So, I should tell you when I get a You know? For another girl? You and the guys and I used to joke about boners all the time.
I mean, they're objectively funny.
Yeah.
Well, this one was embarrassing.
So, share that with me, too.
I mean, you told Baaz, for God's sake! Don't shut me out just because we're dating.
If I promise to keep you in the loop are we cool? Maybe.
I I don't know yet.
Let's just agree for now that boners are funny.
Okay.
Okay.
So, what we'll do is blast light into the audience's eyes, like the light at the end of the tunnel.
Are you trying to blind everyone? I told you it's a bad idea.
Sepia's worse.
So, here's what we do.
We light coma boy from below, creating a campfire-flashlight look.
Okay.
So, he He's, like, telling a scary story? No, no.
He is the scary story.
What would we do without you? Fail hilariously? Okay, well, I'm gonna get some gels.
Test that out.
That was a really good idea.
Whatever.
Hey, we should go golfing again sometime.
Yeah, for sure.
Gotta get my Grace time in while I can.
Actually, that clock might not run out so soon.
- You're getting the transplant? - Putting my name on the list.
It might be a while before it comes up.
Well, when it does, I'll be there.
Shut up.
Okay! I'm gonna rein him in before he burns the gym down.