Degrassi: The Next Generation (2001–2015): Season 6, Episode 3 - Can't Hardly Wait - full transcript

I really appreciate your time,
Chuck.

Glad we see eye to eye on this.

Well, look, I've known Peter
since he was a boy.

He's a good kid.

He just got mixed up
with the wrong element.

- Man, did I ever.

I truly regret the day
that I met Sean Cameron.

Well, thankfully,
we won't have to worry

about seeing Sean again.

Do you mind
if I go talk to Emma for a minute?

- Go ahead.



- What happened? I'm dying!
- Well, the crown attorney's

been going to my dad's
Christmas party for years,

that's what happened.

I'm free, Emma. I'm free.

My dad just pulled some strings
with his buddy Chuck.

- So you got off with nothing?
- Hardly.

No, I lost my licence,
I have tons of community service,

and I'm under strict house arrest
at my mom's.

- Ouch. That'll be no picnic.

- Yeah, tell me about it.

There's good news.
Sean'll be nailed to the wall for this.

I have
a new zero-tolerance policy

when it comes
to talking about Sean.

- So you haven't heard from him?
- Nope.



With his hit-and-run charges,

I don't think either of us will
for a long, long time.

Illegal street racing
is like playing with a loaded gun,

It's a serious crime,

So my actions have had repercussions
beyond my personal punishments,

And I hope
I can explain to everyone

just how sorry
and ashamed I feel,

My behaviour, as well
as the other people involved,

had terrible consequences,

I also need to say
that I'm sorry

for tarnishing Degrassi's rep
in our community,

and hope that I can gain
your trust back,

Thank you,

- We've seen it from CEOs,

athletes and presidents.

It's a classic example
of the on-air mea culpa.

But in this case,

I'm sure it's coming
from a very genuine place. Uh...

So Peter got out of jail
because he said he was sorry?

And because he agreed
to a zillion conditions.

Peter's taking this seriously, Manny.
It's no joke.

You're right, no one's laughing.
Least of all Sean.

- What does that mean?
- Nothing. I just... feel a little bad.

I mean, I know this was Sean's fault,
but still, he's in jail.

Sean can take care of himself,
he always does.

Peter's the one
I'm worried about.

- Heard my name!

Hope you're saying good things!
- Only.

Don't want to disturb
visiting hour!

So... how's life
under house arrest?

The warden's
not cutting me any slack.

She's not even gonna let me
take you to the dance.

What? You're kidding!
That's so unfair.

- Yeah, I'm coming.

I'll talk to you later.

- So we'll hire a mariachi band.

You said we needed a theme.

- A good theme.

Look, as the new treasurer,
I've done the math. No band.

The most we can afford
right now is...

Jimmy and Spinner
jamming in sombreros.

Even in disguises,
that would be lame.

Wait, that's it!

That'll be our theme,
a masquerade.

Like everyone will come
in costume, all incognito.

- Cucarachal

Speaking of cockroaches,
what's he doing here?

If he's back at Degrassi,
I'm dropping out.

- It's not here.
- Okay, Nina,

you're on the essay-plagiarism ring,

Eric, you're on the Chancellor's
reckless spending,

and you're in my way, Frosh.

What happened to my article
on the tuition rally?

Oh, you mean the one filled
with rookie reporter mistakes?

Hmm. Guess I forgot
to publish it. Wonder why.

- Don't I even get to fix it?
- No.

And if you need talking down, Frosh,
there's a counsellor in the clinic.

- I gave up food and sleep.

I did research
in a beer-bong puddle!

- Welcome to The Core.

Thanks, I appreciate your concern.
I'll pass it on to Sean.

Whatever you're here for,
we're not interested.

I was just talking
to your step-dad about Sean.

Remember him?
- I'm trying to forget.

Someone's changed their tune.
Seems to me,

someone was pretty damn interested
in Sean for a while.

Excuse me?
What did he tell you?

Nothing. He didn't have to.
Look, it was obvious

there was something going on.
Something that you didn't want

your boyfriend to know about.
- This conversation is over, Jay.

- Speaking about your boyfriend,

I heard he got off
with a slap on the wrist.

Please. He's under major
Hatzilakos lockdown,

plus community service.
- Poor baby.

I hope the leafblower
doesn't strain his back.

I'm really beginning to remember
why I don't like you.

- This isn't about me.

It's about Sean, okay?

He is in hell.

Yesterday he was sent
to the infirmary.

Some dude jumped him
in the chow line.

- Jumped him? Why?

- 'Cause...

he didn't like Sean's face.
It's jail, Emma.

It ain't your boyfriend's
country club.

Just... maybe you could go
to Sean's court hearing tomorrow?

I have to work,

but he could use a friend.

- Look, I'm sorry I blew it.

But being a journalist
is my life.

If you give me
another chance,

I promise, I...
I will not screw it up.

See? That's what
your last article needed.

Passion. Conviction.

- My article was good.

Good enough to get me an A
in Journalism class.

Well, The Core's
the fifth-largest paper in Toronto.

We don't have time
for school projects, Frosh.

- Maybe you'd be fourth

if you printed stuff
people cared about.

Oh, so you know my job
better than I do, huh?

Makes you pretty
damn arrogant.

- I'm arrogant?

I've never met such a pompous,
full-of-himself jerk.

- Kinda makes you hate my guts, huh?
- No. I'd have to care to hate you.

Hey, Frosh,
care enough to get a beer?

Talk it over?

You drove? Can't you get
in trouble for this?

- It's called taking a risk.

Besides,
you're more than worth it.

Oh...

you're wearing that vanilla stuff?

Honey-vanilla shampoo. Sorry.
I forgot you don't like it.

Promise not to use it
before Friday's dance.

What?
Suddenly you've become Governor

and issued me a stay?
- Better.

I suggested a costume party.
A masquerade.

So you can be
my incognito date.

- Sneaky and gorgeous.

Nice!

Okay, time's up, Romeo.
You need to go home.

I don't want you
to get into any more trouble.

I won't.
My mom's at a PTA meeting.

- So how did you get the car?

Found out
where she hid the keys.

What can I say?
I'm good.

- This is weird.

Being in this car and everything.

What? I didn't hit that guy.
Sean did.

That's why he's in jail.

- But you don't feel badly?
- Oh, of course, I do.

It's terrible.
An innocent guy getting hurt.

It's a good thing
he's okay, huh?

- Yeah, tell me about it.

Imagine if he'd died?
No way I would've gotten off

with that slap on the wrist.

- The time.

I should go.

You lecture me
about my writing,

and then you go gaga
over a band that screams gibberish

instead of taking the time
to craft actual lyrics.

Gibberish?
You gotta be kidding me.

Well, you're lucky the music
was a wicked blend

of Zeppelin and Sabbath.
I'm so writing that review.

Well, this time it goes in.
No questions asked.

So...

- So.

Uh... guess I better
get to work...

- Yeah.

Yeah.

'Night.

- 'Night.

- Guess this means

you're officially over Craig?

- Who died?

I'm trying to look respectable,
not funereal.

You're going
to Sean's court hearing?

What happened to
the \x22Zero Tolerance Of Sean\x22 policy?

Jay gave me his court notice.
I just thought...

I don't know, thought I should
check on how his case is going.

And for that you need a top
that brings out your glowy, glowy skin?

- You were worried about him too.

Still am. But I'm also worried
about my best friend,

who's being
an emotional ping-pong ball.

Sean, Peter, Peter, Sean...

I'm not! I'm with Peter.
One hundred percent.

I just want
to make sure Sean's okay.

Okay?
- Okay.

Forget I asked.

- Excuse me,

I'm looking
for Sean Cameron's hearing.

Courtroom H?
- Emma.

- Sean.

You look terrible.

- Uh... I, uh... I tripped.

Fell. It... it doesn't matter.

It's good to see you.

Oh... vanilla.

I miss that smell.

Jay said you weren't coming.

- I wasn't going to.

Uh...

but I thought
you could use a friend.

That was fast.
- My public defender didn't show!

He's got a backload
of charity cases just like mine.

Unless I can get some money
for a real lawyer,

I'm screwed.
- What can I do?

- Nothing!

Just tell me one thing.

Tell me you're not
still with Peter.

Of course.
He's my boyfriend.

That guy is slime. He planted
those drugs in my locker.

I asked him
and he said he didn't do that.

Whatever!
If you don't believe me,

why are you even here?

Because right or wrong,
you need help.

And I'm gonna help you, Sean.

Emma, where were you?
You missed homeroom.

Yes, and I can explain that,
but listen to this first.

What if Jack moved in
with you and Mom,

and Manny and I
take Jack's room?

That way we could rent out
the basement.

- Oh, well...

as much as I relish the idea
of sharing a room

with a three-year-old...
what's this all about?

I saw Sean today,
at the courthouse.

Hence why I missed homeroom.

Snake, it's bad.
He really needs help

and he's got no one.
- Jay told me.

Look, I'm glad
you're taking up his cause,

but what Sean really needs
right now is a good lawyer,

and they cost big money.

More than the peanuts we'll earn
renting out a leaky basement.

Okay, idea number two:
fundraiser.

There's lots of competition out there
for the charity dollar.

But, uh...

... you'll figure out something.
You always do.

Toronto Music Week Showcase!
How did I get that?

- Ah, it's fall again...

School starts,
the leaves change colours,

and Jesse gets it on
with a nubile, eager frosh.

You should talk...

Miss 2005.

- Surprise.

A mask befitting a true queen.

I was going to go
with papier-mâché...

But this is really... wow!

When are you gonna realize
you deserve better than papier-mâché?

- That's sweet. Thank you.

- What're the tickets for?

Oh, just a little raffle
to make the dance more interesting.

Count me in.
I got gambling in my blood.

- Wow, I can feel

my over-priced designer jeans
not fitting as we speak.

- Don't get used to it.

I only cook
when I'm majorly stressed.

Well, we should stress you out
more often.

I think your designer jeans
are safe.

- Okay, lay it on me.

I can handle it.

- Jesse cut my article,

then he asked me out on a date
and kissed me.

Well, he tried to.

Okay, those are some
tall, dark, handsome problems

that you got there.

Yeah, and then he gave me
this plum music assignment,

and suddenly
I'm like the new Core tramp.

- So you gotta choose.

Ellie, self-respect or Jesse -

it sounds like a pretty easy call.

- Marco, you saw him, right?

It is not an easy call.
- Yeah, I know.

But, you know, just remember
that the devil's not ugly.

Okay? I mean, the devil is cute.

Way cute.
I'm talking Brad Pitt cute.

Don't sell out
for just some pretty face.

- Thank you...

Father Marco.

Yo, Frosh,
we're gonna be late.

What?

- Sorry, um...

... I can't.

Yeah, I know how trying
free rock concerts can be.

- Actually?

I'm more interested in...

intramural water-polo finals.

- Swapsies?

Yes!

That's so rad!

So you're... turning down
the assignment?

Well, look how happy
it's made Eric.

Goodie.

- Toby!

Two dollars each,
three for five dollars.

It's 50-50.

- And the other 50 goes to...?

A friend of ours is in jail.
I'm trying to help get him out.

You're taking up money for Sean
without Council's approval?

What does Ms. H. say?

- Shhh! Ms. H doesn't know.

- What are those for?
- Nothing.

- Sean's defence fund.
- Thanks, Dr. Dorkwad.

You're wanted in the O.R.

Ahem. Does Gorilla-man -
aka Peter in a lame costume -

know you're selling tickets
and collecting money

for his hated arch-nemesis?
- No. And he's not going to.

Look, I know my advice
isn't always Dr. Phil-solid,

and what's happening to Sean isn't fair,
but, babe, you gotta let him go.

- Manny, I can't help it.

Sean is in here.

But I can't.
I can't feel this way.

When I was in the hospital,
who was there holding my hand?

Peter.

And just look at this gorgeous mask.
Peter bought it for me.

It was a surprise.
He left it in my locker.

- Your locker?

He has your combo?

- No.

- Then how'd he get in?

- Ow!

Someone spike the punch
or something?

Open my locker,
or I tell your mom you're here.

- Fine. Give me the combination.
- I thought you knew it.

- I wrote it down.
- From where?

My mom has them,
in her office.

Peter, did you break
into Sean's locker

and plant the pot the same way
you broke into mine?

- Okay, Sean is a loser.

Always has been, always will be.
- Answer the question!

- Well, what do you want me

to say?
- The truth!

Everything I did,
I did to keep us together.

Alright? Sean is scum!

He deserved
what happened to him!

When you see me in class,
don't look at me.

When you pass me in the hall,
don't talk to me.

Because you and me are done!

- Peter Michael!

Do the words \x22house arrest\x22

mean nothing to you?!

- A whole piece on water polo

without at least one reference
to Speedos.

And you call yourself a journalist.

- Rookie reporter mistake.

Look, I didn't give you
the music piece

to get into your pants.

I gave it to you
because you love music.

And everyone else was busy.
- Great.

- You're a good writer, Frosh.

Not my fault
you also happen to be cute.

I'm not gonna apologize
for liking you.

And... you?

- Guess you're alright.

But one question...

What are we gonna tell everyone?

And don't call me Frosh.

- It'll be our little secret...

Ellie.

So the bad news is,
that I only raised $243.

- I'm gonna be in jail forever.

I'm sorry about what happened.

With Peter, I mean. Ahem.

Sounds brutal.

- No, I'm sorry.

For being so blind.

Should never have believed him.

- It's alright.

So what's the good news?

Besides you being here.

Snake is finding you
a public defender. A good one.

One who has time
to work on your case.

Uh, visiting hours
are almost over.

- I got you something.

- Vanilla-honey shampoo.

I thought
it was the next-best thing

to actually... being with me.

Nothing could replace
the real thing.

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