Degrassi: The Next Generation (2001–2015): Season 6, Episode 1 - Here Comes Your Man: Part 1 - full transcript

- I just love it here.

I mean, the view is amazing.
- My pleasure.

I'm glad you could help us
celebrate Pete's 17th.

It's an important day
to have proper friends around.

Oh... Dad. The guy made a mistake.
That's not your car.

- You're right, son, it's not.

Happy birthday.

- You're kidding.
- Nope.

Now, I know your birthday's
not for two days - here -

but I wanted you to have it
for the first day of school.

You're welcome. Here,
why don't you take her for a spin?



- I can't believe this car is mine!

I'm the luckiest guy in the world.

- Emma?

- Sean?

- One sec. Come on.

- What're you doing here?

I moved back.
I'm with Jay now.

- Easy, Brokeback Mountain.

He means
he's sleeping on my couch.

- Ahem!

- Oh, Peter, this is Sean.

Sean, this is Peter.
My boyfriend!

- Oh, how's it going, man?

- So... you're the Sean.



- Guess so.

- Ahem.

Well, see you guys
at school tomorrow.

- You're... back at Degrassi?

- Well, here we are.

The first day of our last year.
Thank you, Jehovah.

A year that'll be the crowning
achievement of my academic career.

Think I hear someone's
valedictorian speech coming on.

- Check out our new classmates.

Serious \x22mathletes.\x22
- Uh... good thing, though.

'Cause with Marco gone,
I gotta copy my tests off someone.

- Looking fine, Ms. Kerwin.

Well, you know, somebody's
gotta make up for Spinner.

- Hi, Queen Bee.

Spare some honey?

- For my king? Anytime.

After being away at Bible camp
the whole summer,

I am so over it.

Ready to take this place over,
Spin?

- Ready as I'll never be.

Yo, dudes,
check out my whip!

- Yeah, whatever...
- I mean, my car. Pretty fly, huh?

Ah, I thought a new ride
would gimme some props around here.

- Maybe if you didn't say \x22props\x22?

Kidding!

I'm gonna go say hi
to Sean's biceps.

Check out Mr. Stud.
Degrassi's big time heartthrob.

Please.
Sean's got a tire-iron for a brain.

Yeah, well, girls like biceps,
not brains.

You should know,
you dated him for years.

- Well, I couldn't care less now.

Not when I've got brains, biceps,
beauty and a hot car

all rolled up in one.

I made you
an early birthday present.

- You made this for me?
- Uh-huh.

Thanks!
I don't know what to say.

Oh, that I'm gorgeous, perfect
and you'll love me forever?

- Yes, yes and yes.

Well, as I live and breathe,
Sean Cameron.

Mr. Simpson! It's really good
to see you, man.

Hey, welcome back, Stephanie.
Did you have a good summer?

John, John, nice to see you.
- Social-event planner?

What happened
to the real Emma Nelson?

She's thinking
of the real Peter Stone.

You know how hard it is

for Peter to make friends.
So I figured,

if he got more involved,
it'd be easier.

Just last year...
finishing up, that kind of thing.

- You're so not listening to me.

- Sean Cameron,

the bench press
has been so, so good to you.

I'm gonna tell Craig
you said that.

Feel free. If you can ever
get him on the phone.

- Alright, let me start off by saying

welcome to the twelfth grade.

This is the start of the most
important year for you guys

in your high-school lives.
You're young adults now;

it's all about responsibilities
and choices, but mostly...

- What do you think

about \x22Medieval Lit:
Monsters in the Mist\x22?

Hmm, no.
Let's not take any courses

where they make us
read Beowulf.

Ooh, hockey art.

Dylan's I presume.
- Yeah.

You know, if you moved in,
we could out-vote him

on matters of decor.
- I heard that.

- And when it comes to matters

of leaving the toilet-seat up?
Thank you, no.

The residence waiting list
shall remain my friend.

Okay, I know Marco
likes four sugars

and Ellie takes her coffee black.

Like her soul.

Oh, how I'll miss
your cutting jibes

when you leave for Banting,
Paige.

Not that I'm counting the days,
but when?

- Can you count to two?

And to think that no one has thought
of throwing me a going-away party.

Hint, double hint.
- Uh, Marco?

Someone's moving in here
in two days. Hint, double hint.

Funny, 'cause someone's
also supposed to be deciding

on university courses with me,

- Okay, Mom? Dad? Relax.

I'm all over it, okay?

Hmm... Ah, sweet mother Mary,
this is mud.

Yeah, your new roomie
is java-ly challenged.

Have a cookie.

- She's pretty gorgeous, huh?

- Yes, she is.

- Ow!
- Don't even think about it!

Emma's finally in a good place

and she doesn't need you
ruining it.

I wasn't planning on it.

I'm serious. Last year
was non-stop Emma dramarama.

This year she needs
to be 100º/° stress-free. Got it?

Peter, it doesn't fit.
- Yeah, I got it.

Yeah, but it has to.

Whoa! Hey, Peter!
Hold on a second!

What are you doing?
You can't force the filter in like that.

You'll never get a proper seal.
Just trust me, this is what I do.

I was just trying
to make it go faster.

It's already pretty fast.
How much faster do you want?

- As fast as humanly possible.

You know, if you want,
I can hook you up with real mods.

- Yeah, that'd be alright.
- Yeah? Sweet!

Alright, well,
it all starts with more fuel.

Once we do that,
we can up your boost.

This is what you need.

Now I have to head to Woodbridge,
so meet me later.

- Oh, where the street races are.

The illegal street races?
Emphasis on illegal.

Come on, it's just a little fun.
Whatcha got against that?

Nothing. I'm all about fun.
I love fun.

In fact, if fun were people,
I would be China.

- Okay...

Poindexter's in his daddy's car
and he's waving at us.

Explain.

That's Peter,
Emma's boyfriend.

That's not his dad's car,
that's his.

And we're gonna mod it.

What? Why?
Why would we do that?

- What's that phrase?

Keep your friends close,
your enemies closer?

- Whatever, Alex.

Oh, Lord,
forgive my sinful thoughts.

- Hey. Emma's my friend, alright?

And you're gonna stay clear of her.

Got it?
- Hey!

Yo, I got the part. I hope it fits.
- Looks good. Let's try it out.

Yeah, I asked the guy
at the store if it would work

with the turbo charger,
he said yeah,

but I think he was talking
about the turbo charger from the '05.

That's totally different, right?
- It might be.

Ah, picking university courses.
Must be nice.

- Don't get too excited.

\x22Falcault\x22 and...
- Foucault,

\x22Foucault and Post-Modernist
Marxist Theory\x22?

What does that even mean?
- Do not ask me.

- Marco? Party ideas...

pour vous,
- Uh, Paige?

I do have a few things
I'm trying to juggle here.

I know it, silly. Which is why
I did some pre-selecting pour vous,

Hence the panoply
of pretty sticky-flags.

You're going to Banting,
not to war.

Sue me for wanting to get
everyone together one last time.

What do you mean,
one last time?

Um, you, me, Ellie:
we're all starting new lives.

Who knows? We need
one last goodbye hurrah.

Okay... Okay,
so all then prepare thyself

for the most rockingest
bon-voyage party in history!

Yay! And did I mention
how much I love piñatas?

So with the larger injectors
you'll have more fuel

and we'll be able
to run more boost.

Should give you about 20º/°.
Sound good?

Very. Thanks.

Whoa! dude, you know
how much this car costs?

I know what I'm doing,
Poindexter.

Yeah, well, you could've fooled me.
What's this called?

Why don't you
do it yourself, then?

- Weird place for knitting.
- Hmm, it's my new obsession.

You know what they say
about idle hands...

- Devil's playthings.

That's why I like fixing cars.
It keeps me busy.

Sean and cars -
there's nothing new there.

- Some things never change, huh?
- Some things do.

Take, for example, you.
If someone told me

I would ever see Sean Cameron
back at Degrassi...

- I just want my diploma.

- There're high schools in Wasaga.

There are a lot of things
in Wasaga.

- Things you're running from?

- I'm running to something.

A year from now,

I'm gonna open my own shop
in T.O.

Cameron's Custom Cars.

- Let me look.

I think it could be really amazing.

- If you've heard people saying

they're terrified
of Advanced Calculus,

vectors are the reason why.

Having said that,
we're going to get through them.

- Later, Emma.

- Later, Sean.

- What?

- With these lights coming down

it'll feel more authentic
and everything.

It kinda livens up the space,
you know? So we'll let you know.

Thank you.

Wow, uh... did I just walk
into a Gwen Stefani video?

Here.

I need coffee bad.
I've been up all night packing.

Great.
When are the movers coming?

Uh... tomorrow.
And they're not movers.

It's me, my dad
and Uncle Louie.

- Your dad?
- Yeah. My dad.

Paying movers?
That's Del Rossi family sacrilege.

So is letting his prized son
move away from home.

But you convinced him to do that.
- Yeah, after I convinced them

you're just a friend.
Barely a friend.

A distant acquaintance
I barely talk to.

So I shouldn't ask your dad
for his permission to marry you.

Seriously, Dylan,
this has to look legit, okay?

- We went over this. I got it.

- Okay.

T-minus eight hours
till Paige's sendoff.

Where do we keep
the piñata string?

Hey, almost forgot.
When I had lunch with Sean yesterday,

we talked a lot about you.
- Mm-hmm.

Oh, yeah. He went on and on
about how gorgeous you look.

- Really? What'd he say?

Ow!

Manny, what was that for?

- What was that for?

\x22Later, Sean.
I sure looove you.\x22

- That is so not fair.
- Know what's not fair?

Me and Peter going through hell
last year with you,

you finally being better,
then, whammo,

you step right into
the Sean Cameron man-trap!

- I am not in a man-trap!

Em, it's okay, I get it.
The biceps, they work their magic.

They're not magic
and they're not working.

Besides, what makes you think
Sean's interested, anyway?

Peter, wow.

Just creeping up on me
ever so silently.

Happy birthday!
- Oh, thanks.

Sean said he'd take us
to the races tonight. You down?

- Um... no.

Because we need to have
a très romantic birthday date.

Just you and me,
dinner, a movie...

and no car talk.

So I asked if I should put an additive
in the fuel to make the car go faster.

He said I have
a high-compression engine.

Yeah, I didn't know
what that meant either

till he explained it.
Basically, a high-compression engine

puts out more power.
You with me?

- Not even the teeniest bit.

But I'm glad you and Sean
hit it off.

- Yeah, me too.

He's a really cool guy.

He's been schooling me on cars,
you know.

He knows everything.

You like hanging out with him,
huh?

- Yeah, kinda.

Whatever.

What movie are we gonna see?

How about \x22Peter Takes his Girlfriend
to the Races - Part Deux\x22?

- Seriously? You're the best!

Come on and join me

Come party time

Just step into my soul shine

- Oh! Thank you for coming.

I'll see you soon, okay? Bye!

- Hey, Paige.

I guess I'm the only one
not sorry to see you go.

I know you had sex
with Spinner last year.

Thought you were above
being a low-grade ho.

Guess I was wrong.

Sweetie? I would love
to indulge your need

to ruin my party with a full-on
cat-fight, but I'll pass.

Save the drama for high school, hon.
I'm moving on.

Can you feel it

Uh, Marco?

Pop! What're you doing here?
We're not moving till tomorrow.

Well, Louie could only get
the van today.

- I'm in the middle of a party!

- I know. Hey, everyone!

Hey, this is Marco's Uncle Louie.

Lou, everyone.

- Hi, everybody!

Hi, Uncle Louie.

Hey, Mr. Del Rossi,
let me give you a hand with that!

- No, it's okay, I got it.

- Really, I can, I...

No, no, really...
Honest, I really...

Ah! Argh!

- Pop!

- Ah, my back. Ah...

it's thrown. Ah!

Just leave me, Marco.
Pretend I'm not here.

Pretend there's not
a 200-pound Italian man

lying on my floor?

Um, everybody, just help me
get him to the couch.

It's \x22thank-you\x22 water,
for being nice to Peter.

- Yeah, he's alright.

That chills you out, huh?

'Cause I talked to Manny and, uh...

Did something happen last year?

- I had some issues.

Body issues.

- You mean like...

- You can say it. Anorexia.

But I'm better now.
I mean, I'm working on it.

It's day-by-day, but... this helps.

And if you're nice,
I'll knit you a sock.

But just one.

Okay, everybody,
Jay and Peter to the start line!

Excuse me, Jay,
if you put him up to this...

- Hey, this was Johnny Hardtop's idea.

- It's a rag-top, idiot.

Whatever, dork.
Look, do you wanna race or not?

Just from one end of the lot
to the other.

Don't make me pull the birthday card,
'cause I will!

Okay, around the lamppost
and down to the fence.

Ready? Go!

He'll be fine. C'mon, let's go!
Let's go. Come on!

- Freshly brewed.

By moi,
Michalchuk family barista.

- Nice party, huh?

God, lasted all of what,
45 minutes?

- Hon, it was supposed to be fun.

If you turn everything
into a stress fest,

you're not gonna make it.

- I know. It's just...

high school was a cakewalk
compared to what's next.

How am I gonna possibly deal?

Um... you have Dylan.
And the rest of us?

It's not like we're disappearing.
- Oh, really?

You're moving
five-zillion miles away,

Ellie's vanishing into res,

Spinner and Jim
are still stuck at Degrassi,

Craig's in Vancouver!

And...

and...

I'm moving in with Dylan,

my first live-in boyfriend.

It's... it's not exactly
familiar territory.

- Not for any of us, hon.

We're all looking
into the big void of the unknown

and it's a little bit scary.

A lot a bit. For all of us.

Get a good long-distance plan,
okay?

- I'll miss you too, hon.

And just when I thought
life might get boring...

- Sorry 'bout the cops.

A little drama
keeps life interesting.

- Not too much drama, I hope.

I'm messing things up for you,
Em.

Alright, I mean, cops, street races.
It's bad news.

Okay... I'm bad news.

I just...

I gotta stop hanging out with you.

- I don't want you to stop.

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