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I just love it here, and the view is amazing.

My pleasure.

Glad you could help us celebrate Pete's 17th.

That's an important day.

Get proper friends around.

Oh, Dad, the guy made a mistake.

That's not your car.

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

Happy birthday.

Kidding. Nope. I know your birthday's not for two days. Here, here, here.

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

You're welcome.

Here, let's take it for a spin.

Can't believe this car's mine.

I'm the luckiest guy in the world.

Emma?

Sean?

What are you doing here?

I moved back.

I'm with Jaina.

Easy broke back, man.

He means he's sleeping on my couch.

Oh, Peter, this is Sean. Sean, this is Peter.

My boyfriend.

Oh.

How's it going, man?

So you're the Sean.

Guess so.

Well, see you guys at school tomorrow.

You're... Back at Degrassi.

Well, here we are, the first day of our last year. Thank Jehovah.

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

I think I hear someone's valedictorian speech coming on.

Check out our new classmates.

Serious math.

Good thing, though, because with Marco gone, I got a copy of my test stuff. I'm

looking fine, Miss Carowind.

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

Hi, Queen Bee.

Spare some honey?

For my king?

Anytime.

After being away Bible camp the whole summer, I'm so over it.

Ready to take this place over, Sven?

Ready as I'll never be.

Yo, dude, check out my whip.

Yeah, whatever. I mean my car.

You fly, huh?

I thought I knew Brad would give me some props around here.

Maybe if you didn't say props.

Kidding.

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

I got Mr. Stud.

Grass is big time hard for him.

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

Yeah, well, girls like biceps, not brains.

You should know, you've dated him for years.

Well, I couldn't care less now.

Now that I've got brains, biceps, beauty, and a hot car all rolled up in

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, yes.

Well, as I live and breathe, Sean Cameron.

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

Hey, welcome back, Simpson.

Hey, did you have a good comment?

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

What happened to the real M &L Simpsons? 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

involved, it'd be easier.

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

You're so not listening to me.

Sean Cameron, bench press has been so, so good to you.

I'm going to tell Craig you said that. And feel free if you can ever get him on

the phone.

All right.

Let me start off by saying welcome to the 12th grade.

This is the start of the most important year for you guys in your high school

life. A young adult down, that's all about responsibility.

What do you think about medieval lit monsters in the mists?

No, let's not take any courses or they make us read Fayol.

Ooh, hockey.

art.

Dylan's, I presume.

Yep.

You know, if you moved in, we can outvote him on matters of decor.

I heard that.

And when it comes to matters of leaving the toilet seat up, thank you, no.

The resident's waiting with Chalamet, my friend.

Okay. I know Marco likes four sugars, and Ellie takes her coffee black, like

soul. Oh, how I'll miss your cutting jibes when you leave her banting page.

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 supposed to be moving in here in two days. Hint, double

hint. Funny, because someone's also supposed to be deciding on university

courses with me.

Okay, Mom, Dad, relax.

I'm all over it, okay?

Mmm.

Ah, sweet Mother Mary, this is mud.

Yeah, your new roomie is jabbily challenged.

Have a cookie.

She's pretty gorgeous, huh?

Can you hold that there?

Yes, she is.

I don't think so.

Don't even think about it.

Emma's finally in a good place.

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 100 % stress

-free. Got it?

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 feel. 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 all right.

Yeah? Sweet. All right, well, it all starts with more fuel. Once we do that,

can up your boost.

This is what you need.

Now, I have to head to Woodbridge, so maybe later.

That's where the street races are.

The illegal street races.

Emphasis on illegal?

Come on, it's just a little fun.

What you got against that?

Nothing. I'm all about fun. I love fun. In fact, if fun were people, I would be

China.

Okay.

I'm on the inside, you're on the

outside.

Wayne Dexter'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.

We're gonna mod it.

Why? Why would we do that?

What's that phrase, keep your friends close, your enemies closer?

Ever out.

Oh, Lord, forgive my sinful thoughts.

Hey, Emma's my friend, all right?

You're going to stay clear of her.

Hey, got it?

I got the part. I hope it fits.

Looks good. Let's try it out.

Yeah, I asked the guy at the store if he was working with turbochargers. He

said, yeah, but he was talking about turbochargers in the Oak Lab.

It's probably different, right? It might be.

Ah, picking university, of course.

Must be nice.

Don't get too excited.

Foucault and post -modernist Marxist theory. What does that even mean?

Do not ask me.

Marcos, for tea ideas, alert.

Boo! Uh, Paige, I do have a few things I'm trying to juggle here.

I know it's silly, which is why I did some pre -selecting, poor Boo. 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 I'll then prepare thyself for the most...

rockingest bon voyage party in history. Yay, and did I mention how much I love

pinatas?

So with the larger ejectors, you'll have more fuel and will be able to run more

boost. Should give you about 20%. Sound good?

Very, thanks.

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

I know what I'm doing, Poindexter. Yeah, well, you could have fooled me. What is

this called?

Why don't you do it yourself, then?

Weird place for knitting.

My new obsession, you know what they say about idle hands?

Devils play things.

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

Sean and cars, there's nothing new there.

Guess 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 are high schools in the Sega.

There are a lot of things in the Sega.

Things you're running from?

I'm running to something.

A year from now, I'm going to open my own shop at P .O.

Cameron's custom car.

Let me look.

This should 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 gonna get through them.

Later, Emma.

Later, Sean.

The lights are coming down, and we're feeling authentic and everything.

It kind of lightens up the faith, you know?

So, we'll let you know.

Thank you.

Wow, 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?

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's sacrilege.

So is letting his prized son move away from home. You convinced him to do that?

Yeah, after I convinced him, you're just a friend.

Barely a friend.

Just an 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?

Wait over this, I got it. Okay.

T -minus eight hours till pages send off.

Where do we keep the pinatas drinks?

Hey, almost forgot.

When I had lunch with Sean yesterday, we talked a lot about you. Oh, yeah. He

went on and on about how gorgeous you look. Really? What did he say?

Ow!

Annie, what was that for?

What was that for?

Later, Sean. I sure love you.

That is so not fair. You know what's not fair? Me and Peter going through hell

last year with you, and you finally being better, and then whammo, you step

right into the Sean Cameron man trap.

I am not in a man trap.

It's okay, I get it. The biceps, they work their magic. They're not magic, and

they're not working.

Because it 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 true romantic birthday date. Just you and me, dinner,

a movie, and...

No car talk.

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

faster, and he said I have a high -compression engine.

Yeah, I didn't know what that meant either until he explained it.

Um, 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, eh?

He's been cool with me on cars, you know? He knows everything.

You like hanging out with him, huh?

Yeah, kind of.

Whatever. What movie are you going to see?

How about Peter Takes His Girlfriend to the Races, Part Debt?

Seriously? You're the best.

Thanks 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 hoe. Guess I was wrong.

Sweetie, I would love to indulge your need to ruin my party with a full -on

fight, but I'll pass.

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

Uh,

Marco?

Pop, what are you doing here? We're not moving till tomorrow.

Louis could only get the van today.

I'm in the middle of a party.

I know.

Hey, 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't. No, no, really. I mean, I got it.

Pa.

My back.

It's thrown.

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.

Thank

you,

Otter, for being there to feed her.

Yeah, he's alright.

That chills you out, huh?

Because I talked to Manny and, uh... Something happened 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 let you a sock.

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 want to race or not?

Just from one end of the lot to the other.

Don't make me pull the birthday card because I will.

Chuck 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 test,

you're not going to make it.

I know.

Just, I'd go with a cakewalk compared to what's next.

How am I going to 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 in Tourette's. 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 not exactly familiar territory.

Not for any of us. I know we are all looking into the big void of the unknown

and... It's a little bit scary.

A lot of it for all of us.

Get a good long -distance plane, okay?

I'll miss you too, Juan.

And just when I thought life might get boring... Sorry about 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 racists.

It's bad news, okay? I'm bad news.

I just... I gotta stop hanging out.

I don't want you to stop.