Degrassi: The Next Generation (2001–2015): Season 6, Episode 15 - Free Fallin': Part 2 - full transcript

I don't know what happened.
I was studying,

then suddenly,
I'm staring into Dante's Inferno.

This could've been a lot worse.

Kevin, you are my firefighting
Residence Assistant hero.

I'm not gonna find
any melted wax

in the bottom of this trash can,
am I?

- Um... verboten candle?

No, of course not.

My computer, it must've...

spontaneously combusted.

- Grab your stuff.



You can crash
in the common room tonight.

You may have to live there
for a while.

No. I have got to do...
a 20-page essay and...

ace a take-home exam and
do a million chapter summaries

before five o'clock, or I'm a big,
fat flunking-out failure!

They always say everything
looks better in the morning.

Well, that's only true
if your entire world

hasn't already gone supernova!

I just need a few more days.

There was
a teensie-weensie fire.

And a...
a big family emergency.

Alex?

Guess who got
her third Bio A+ in a row.

- Heather Sinclair?
- Ouch, But deserved,



Any chance a marketing guru
can forgive a science-geek

for being an obnoxious turkey?
- Are you actually apologizing?

I'm full of surprises.
And still kinda worried

about your whole family-dinner
flame-out.

Apology accepted.
And I could not be more fine.

Honestly. \x22Last minute\x22
is my middle name.

But enough about me.

Go celebrate your scholar-ness.
Any A+ plans?

Carla's meeting me
at The Dot tonight.

Nothing special,
but she's paying.

Well, congrats, hon.
Ah, send her my love, okay?

- Later,

- Professor James.
- Ms. Michalchuk.

Finished already?
I gave you until 5:00 today.

- Um...

Actually, you know how it is:
family weekend, parental drama.

And a minor dorm-room
fire-type incident.

I was hoping for another -
very small - extension.

I just wouldn't want
to hand in less than my best.

A fire? Do you have
the fire marshal's report?

No, but I have soot-filled
everything as proof.

Believe me,
I wouldn't make this up.

I just thought that maybe,
under the circumstances...?

I can't make
last-minute exceptions, Paige.

You understand that, I'm sure.

- I guess I have to.

- Hand in whatever you've got.

I'll see you at 5:00.
No excuses.

- Impounded?!

The $60,000 vehicle
you snuck out of my garage

has been impounded!

I was on my way home
from feeding the homeless!

Doing a good deed?
- I don't care

if you were curing the blind,
okay?

A suspended license
means no driving - period!

Probation officer says
if you up the community service,

they might reduce the fine!
- Fine, I'll be an angel.

Well, you make sure
that you are! Here.

Troy, if you can't control Peter
on the weekends, then I will.

Daphne, save
the Principal routine

for your delinquent son, okay?

- Who's delinquent?

How about the guy
who bought his 16-year-old son

a $60,000 car, huh?
- Guys, stop!

- Who you trying to impress?!

- Okay, one thing at a time.

- I see your laptop survived.

Any chance
I could check my blog?

Uh, saving my semester
by 5:00 p.m.

is a tad more important
than your blog.

- Right. Stupid question.

So, uh, you almost done?

- Not remotely.
- Better hurry up.

Tick-tock, tick-tock.

- What's this?

- Bus pass.

Once I walked all the way
home, I kinda cooled down.

Ah, wow. After the cop
pulled us over,

I didn't think you'd be speaking
to me anymore,

let alone buying me gifts.

So you forgive me
for smothering you with pie?

- It was stupid to drive.

But I had to get
to the soup kitchen.

I couldn't let the homeless
starve.

Were your parents mad
about the car?

They're off the charts,
blame each other for everything.

I try to be brave, or whatever,

but deep down,
there's this little, sad man.

Hey, how 'bout a nice long walk
in the park after school?

Are you asking me out
on a date?

- Depends on your answer.

That was a yes, right?

- Professor James, here it is.

- Five p.m. Right on time.

Sometimes I work best
under pressure.

I have seen this essay
four times in the last two years.

Most students try to change
a sentence or two.

Professor James,
with 300 students,

these essays must all
just start to look the same.

- Don't insult me.

- You're giving me a zero?!

Or I could talk to the Dean.
Who, by the way,

has made it his mission
to eradicate plagiarism.

Your choice.

- My choice?

I'm going home.

To a real school,

with real friends,

with flame-retardant dorms!

I don't care
if I am a stupid Banting girl,

because I hate Banting!

For you. Not soup-kitchen
decorations this time.

- Aw... my favourite weed.

- I thought they were flowers.

- Uh, what's all this?

- Beautiful day for a walk!

Wait - this is your idea
of a date?

Yeah, it's community service,
but it's also doing good.

Isn't that how you roll?

Oh, I meant to ask -

do you think
you could get the reverend

to sign some forms
for last weekend?

- So that's what this is?

I'm your community-service
hookup?

Darce, this is my life. I thought
you got that nobody's perfect.

What's wrong, picky?
I thought we were celebrating.

Well, aren't salads supposed
to be fresh? This is disgusting.

Maybe if you tried red meat,
you wouldn't be so cranky.

- You are unbelievable.

Isn't she?
Human trash compactor.

Either you're in Toronto
mid-week or this ain't root beer.

Dinner's on me.
Uh, okay, my mom.

To Alex, the newest scholar
on Degrassi's block.

You drove three hours
to poach my drink?

- Yeah, you must've been thirsty.

I drove three hours
for a great reason,

but tonight is all about Ms. A+,

the brightest Nunez ever.

Oh, did you know that
she turned down

Paradiso Bistro to come here.

- I'm not saying she's perfect.

- Should I leave you two alone?

Yeah, well, I wanna hear
all about a day in the life

of an honours-grad
marathon runner at Toronto U.

- Well, it's nothing - it's just...

- Question of the night:

why aren't you sleeping
at Marco's and Dylan's?

Well, everyone's back
from the weekend.

It's a full house.
- And why are you in town?

Because people here
don't ask a million questions?

- Nice try, Michalchuk.

- I don't know...

It was so chaotic with all
the family and the schoolwork,

I was just craving some happy.
Some you.

We're gonna stay
this close forever, right?

Depends - are you gonna
scream at me

from behind
any bathroom doors?

But see, I did that,
and three days later

you're making me a couch-bed.

I'm crazy and you are so strong.

- Even perfect Banting girls

need to let their hair down
sometimes.

You're the only one
who has any idea.

Well, it's a school night -
I'll tuck you in.

What was that?

- Um...

Good-night kiss?

- Penance waffles?

- With extra \x22I'm sorry\x22 whip!

And \x22I would never intentionally

play with your feelings\x22
strawberries.

My food
usually only says \x22eat me.\x22

- Well, your mom and Chad

called them
\x22little puffs of heaven.\x22

And they were made
by such an angel.

Are we gonna talk about
what that little smoochy-smooch

was all about last night?

Oh, you mean that thing
that never happened?

- Okay.

You've driven here
twice this week.

And for what,
to cook a couple of meals?

Well, it seems kinda strange,
even for you.

Okay, Veronica Mars,
I miss home.

- Okay, what's in these waffles?

- Nothing. I'm just... I'm happy.

And I have a plan.

Is tonight still karaoke night!?

- Uh-huh.

- Well, then round up the troops.

I have a feeling
I'll need to celebrate.

I knew I wasn't the only reason
you came back.

Do I even get a hint?

Here.
The reverend hopes to see you

at the next soup kitchen.

Wait, Darcy. I hate soup.
I hate dog turds even more.

But I like you.
I have fun with you.

- You're under house arrest.

I've got Spirit Squad,
Friendship Club,

plus I'm still grounded
thanks to those web photos.

I just don't see it working.
Sorry.

Wait, who's that guy
who works in mysterious ways?

- Awesome high-school records.

Toronto U accepted me
last spring,

so I was hoping I could transfer.

We'll need
your Banting transcripts.

Even if I take a different
program?

Yeah. Unless you want
to re-apply for the fall.

- Next fall?

My mom will die!
I'm talking cardiac arrest!

And then she's gonna kill me
from beyond the grave.

- Well, frosh often flounder...
- Flounder?

No, no, no, no,
I can't flounder.

I can't be this person:

horrible grades, social outcast,

gained the freshman
fifteen-zillion!

In three months,
Banting has turned me

into a chunky,
essay-flunking pyromaniac!

I'm guessing Banting
isn't the problem. Sorry.

Next.

- Psst! Darce, it's me!
- Peter!

What are you doing here?

- I believe the word is romance.

You're gonna get us both
in sugar!

I don't care. I'll risk
all the sugar in the world -

my probation, my house arrest,
my parents losing their minds -

just for one minute with you.

Be careful, I will sing...
- Ha. No!

If my dad hears you,
I'll never get to see you!

- So you wanna see me?

- Go home, Peter.

I don't change my mind
for anybody

I won't waste my time
on just anybody

And I won't share my life

With anyone but you

With anyone but you

With anyone but you

Sorry, I'm late.
Pinchy boots. Cute, but slow.

- Aw, it's like Spinner.

Whatever.
I'll take that as a compliment.

So Alex says you're back
in town to celebrate.

Yeah.
So what's the amazing news?

- Um...

Well, yours truly just...

got a huge scholarship
to Toronto U!

I'm moving home!

- In the middle of the semester?

Yeah.
They made an exception.

So are we gonna do this,
or not?

You bet.
Bust it, Maestro!

I don't change my mind
for anybody

I won't waste my time
for anybody

I won't share my love

With anyone but you

So when are you gonna tell me
why you really left Banting?

- I already told you.
- Yeah,

big mid-semester scholarship.

Thing is, you already had one.

- Banting is not...

what I expected.

I mean, I'm kicking butt,

but it's - it's so lame.

There's no fun times
like tonight,

and definitely no fun people.

- That's it?

- Banting was great for my mom,

but I have connections here.

- Connections?

By that you mean...?

- My friends,

people who think
I count for something.

Cool people.

Ah...

my pinchy boots. Um...

there should be paper towels
in here somewhere.

My dad went all boy-scout
when I got the car.

D'you find anything?

- Yeah.

I sure did.

Okay, bye, Dad.
- Mm-hmm.

- Here.

It's a day timer.
I wrote down

all my free time this week.
You do the same,

and that's when I'll see you.
- Cool! Thanks.

Oh, so you're free today
after school?

I have an hour
before I have to report

to my probation officer.
- It's a date.

- Oh, here you go.
- What's this?

Directions to
a \x22Convicted Street Racers\x22

press conference after school.

I volunteered you
to give an apology.

Today?
You've got to be joking!

And if you're thinking
on skipping, don't. I'll be there.

- Trashman!

Forget something?
- Yeah, can't live without this!

Your uncle's looking forward
to some squeaky-clean dishes

at his restaurant this weekend.
- And every other weekend.

You know another way
to make the five grand

it cost me to get the car
out of impound?

Maybe your mother'll take a cut
to her alimony payments.

- Love you too!

My office, 3:00 sharp.

Yeah, you were right.
This isn't gonna work.

Two-bedroom,
on the subway line. 1,200.

Ouch.
- Two-bedroom?

Isn't it time you gave your mom
and Chad their personal space?

Honey, waiting for someone?
- Maybe.

- Who? Carla?

Look, if we move in together,
it doesn't mean...

Mom?

Hi. What are you doing here?

We need to talk, Paige.
You have some explaining to do.

- What's going on?

Alex found some essays,
some tests in your car?

- You did this?

- I'll let you guys talk.

- Thought I'd find you here.

I'm forming a permanent
butt groove. Why are you here?

Just seeing your parents,
the way they fight,

it must be horrible to feel like
they're always angry.

Just not a great example of love,
I guess.

I know someone
who has a lot of love to give.

No offence, but you better
not be talking about Jesus.

Darce... I'm gonna be late
to pick you up,

I'm gonna bail on dates.

All the day-planners in the world
can't change that.

But I'll never stop thinking
about you.

I hope not.
And if you ever hurt me,

I'll tell your mom.

I can't believe
you told my mother.

- Who else would I tell?
- I don't know - nobody?

- You need help, Paige.

And you needed to tell the truth
to someone.

It was the only way
to force it out.

Well, why didn't you talk
to me first?

Paige, you've been lying to me
ever since you got here!

And I have no idea why.

- I've always kinda felt

like you looked up to me.

And I want you to be proud
of me,

but the truth is,

I'm just a... a loser.

And you used me to pull
some big, crazy scam?

I'm sorry, Alex.
I didn't know who else to turn to.

Next time you need a safety net,
call the fire department.

- Actually...

they'll probably be calling me.

I kinda burned down
my dorm room.

- Seriously?

Wow!

When you flame out,
you really flame out.

- What am I gonna do?

That's the thing, missy.
What do you want to do?

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