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I really appreciate your time, Chuck.

I'm 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.

Oh, Mom, Dad, do you mind if I go talk to Emma for a minute?

Right.

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. I lost my license.

I've got tons of community service.

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

Ouch. That'll be no picnic.

Tell me about it.

There's good news.

Sounds like Sean's going to be nailed to the wall for this.

I have a new zero -tolerance policy when it comes to talking about shots.

So you haven't heard from them?

Nope. Mrs. Hinton run charges I don't think either of us will for a long, long

time.

Legal tree racing is like playing with a loaded gun.

Serious crime.

And 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 behavior, 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 I 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.

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...

Hey, little bat, 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 is the one I'm worried about.

Heard my name.

Hope you're saying good things.

Only to one disturbed visiting hour.

So, how's life under house arrest?

The warden's not cutting me any slack. She's not even going to let me take you

to the dance. What?

You're kidding. That is so unfair.

Yeah, I'm coming.

So we'll hire a mariachi band.

What? You said we needed a theme for the dance.

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.

Cougaracha.

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 record 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.

Well, don't I even get a chance to fix it?

No. If you need talking down, Frosh, there's a counselor in the clinic.

I gave up food and sleep.

I did research in a beer bong puddle. Welcome to the core.

Thanks, Mr. S. 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 stepdad about Sean.

Remember him?

I'm trying to forget.

Well, someone's changed their tune.

Seems to me someone was pretty damn interested in Sean for a while. Excuse

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 that he got off with a slap on the

Please. He's under major hassle after his lockdown, plus community service.

baby. I really hope the leaf blower 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? Because 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 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 Corps is 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.

Kind of makes you hate my guts, huh?

No, I'd have to care to hate you.

Hey, Frosh.

Care enough to get a beer?

Talking over?

You drove?

Can't get in trouble for this.

It's called taking a risk.

It's more than worth it.

Oh, and 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 become governor and issue me a stay?

Better. I suggested a costume party, a masquerade, so you can be my incognito

dance. 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?

I found out where she hid the key.

What can I say? I'm good.

This is weird.

Being in a 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.

There's a guy getting hurt.

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

Yeah, tell me about it.

Imagine if he died, the way I would have gotten off a little slap in the wrist.

The time.

I should go.

You lecture me about my writing, and then you go gaga over a band that

gibberish instead of taking the time to craft actual lyrics.

Gibberish? You've got to be kidding me.

Well, you're lucky the music was a wicked blend of Zeppelin and Sabbath.

writing that review.

Oh, well, this time it goes in. No questions asked.

So.

So.

Yes, I better get to work.

Night. Yes, this means you're a hypocrite.

Who died?

I'm trying to look respectable, not funereal.

You're going to Sean's court hearing?

What happened to the zero -tolerance O'Shawn policy?

Jay gave me his court notice. I just thought... I don't know. I thought I

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.

I 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, 100%. 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.

Emma.

Sean.

You look terrible.

Uh, I, uh, I tripped.

Fell. It doesn't matter.

It's good to see you.

Ah, vanilla.

Miss that smell.

She said you weren't coming.

I wasn't going to.

Um, but I thought you could use a friend.

That was fast.

I felt like Defender didn't show.

He's got a backload of charity cases just like mine. Unless I can get the

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 lying.

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, then why are you even here?

Because right or wrong, you need help.

And I'm going to 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 can 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

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?

Fall again.

School starts. The leaves change colors.

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 going to realize you deserve better than papier -mâché?

That's sweet, thank you.

What are the tickets for?

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

Come in.

I've got gambling in my blood.

Wow.

I can feel my overpriced 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.

then he gave me this plum music assignment, and suddenly I'm like the

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,

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 Marcos.

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?

That's so rad.

So, you're turning down the assignment?

Well, look how happy it's made Eric.

Toby. Two dollars each, three for five dollars.

Fifty -fifty.

And the other fifty goes to... A friend of ours is in jail. I'm trying to help

get him out. Taking up money for Sean?

Without counsel's approval?

And what does Ms. H say?

Shh. Ms. H doesn't know.

What are those for?

Nothing. Sean's defense fund.

Thanks, Dr. Dorkwad. You're wanted in the O .R.

Does Gorilla Man, a .k .a. Peter in a Lame Costume, know you're selling...

Tickets and collecting money for his arch nemesis?

No, and he's not going to. Look, I know my advice is no, he's Dr. Phil's ballad,

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

Annie, 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 as a surprise. He left it in my locker.

Your locker?

He has your combo?

No. Then how'd he get in?

Oh.

Someone spiked a punch or something?

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

Okay, 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

mine?

Hey, Sean is a loser.

He always has been and he 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.

Right? 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 house arrest 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 is busy.

Great.

You're a good writer, Frosh.

Not my fault you also happen to be cute.

I'm not going to apologize for liking you.

And you?

Guess you're all right.

But one question.

What are we going to 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 going to be in jail forever.

I'm sorry about what happened.

With Peter.

I mean, it sounds brutal.

No. I'm sorry for being so blind.

You should never have believed him.

It's all right.

So what's the good news, besides you being here?

Snake is finding a public defender.

A good one. One who has time to work on your case.

Visiting hours are almost over.

I got you something.

Vanilla honey shampoo.

Thought it was the next best thing to actually being with me.

Nothing could replace the real thing.