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ADULT MARK (V.O.): There’s three times when a man

has to wear a suit in his life.

His wedding, his wake, and prom night.

You know, we didn’t have much in the way of family heirlooms,

but, uh...

I wanted you to have these.

Wow. Gold. Classy.

Yeah. Mm-hm.

My father was buried in ’em.

What?

Well, I mean, technically...

actually waked in them.

But we weren’t gonna throw away a good set of cufflinks.

ADULT MARK (V.O.): Meanwhile, my dad was preparing

for a send-off of his own.

I know this is hard, Mike, but...

don’t think of this as your last day of work.

Think of it as your first day of... mmm...

Nothing?

I’m fine.

Where are the gold cufflinks you gave me?

I know your little Miss Red,

she’s gonna love the look of you tonight.

I’m flying solo. She dumped me, remember?

Listen, that could always change.

A glass of ginger ale, a dab of Old Spice...

last romantic dance...

I mean, it’s the perfect situation

for you to win her back.

I am a shoo-in for Class Clown.

Maybe that’ll impress her?

Who could say no to Cary Grant?

Mary!

The boy needs help dressing!

[deflated music]

[upbeat light rock music]

♪ Tonight, tonight ♪

♪ Tonight, tonight ♪

♪ Let the stars collide in a moonlight sky ♪

♪ You and I are gonna shine ♪

♪ Tonight, tonight ♪

♪ Tonight, tonight ♪

Aw, I’m so proud of you.

Mom, please, I’m...

I’m not a kid anymore. I’m a high school graduate.

You were so handsome when you got your diploma.

Right cute! - Mom...

There was none of this nonsense when I left school.

When I was 12, my father banged on the schoolhouse door,

and he said, "Hey, you!

"Come on, lad. We’re going to sea."

Huh, I shook the teacher’s hand, and that was that.

I hope I can count on your vote for Class Clown.

Where’s Fox?

Guys, go home.

It’s just the banquet now. Parents aren’t allowed.

I’m sorry. I...

I just wanted to see her dress.

- Please. - Alright, alright.

Let the boy be a man.

Where’s the pisser?

Oh, food.

[camera clicks]

[Mary giggles]

ADULT MARK (V.O.): Yeah, where was she?

Smile, Mike.

[camera clicks]

DICK & MIKE JR: Happy retirement!

DICK: Mike, b’y!

MIKE SR: Ah. Yeah, thanks, everyone.

Uh, I’d just like to say...

Oh, it’s time for the news.

Oh, don’t worry, Dad.

- [button clicks] - Amanda’s got it.

AMANDA: And now, the VOCM News.

The Jaws of Life were called to the scene of a collision

on Thorburn Road this morning.

- [button clicks] - Yeah. Right you are.

Well, how’s it feel, me ol’ buddy?

I feel like I’m at my own wake.

I didn’t wanna rain on your parade...

but I’m moving on, too.

They let you go?

Jeez, no, b’y. I’m too young to retire.

They’re making me station manager

at CHVO out in Carbonear.

Oh! Yeah.

Well...

they couldn’t have picked a better man.

Mm.

GERTIE: Dick?

- Mm-hm? - Mr. Bartlett’s waiting.

Mm.

Hate to see ya go, me b’y, Mike.

Mike.

I came on behalf of the force to, uh, present you

with this plaque for your years of honest...

Ooh, is that cake?

You ready for your final broadcast, Dad?

Yeah.

What are you gonna say?

First time in my life...

I haven’t got a clue.

[button clicks, radio comes on]

AMANDA: The cause of the fire is still under investigation.

Amanda Dunphy, VOCM News.

[indistinct chatter and slow rock music]

Oh, hey, buddy! Happy grad!

Yeah, you, too.

Uh, well, I... I mean... not for you.

No, it’s okay, um...

It’s my last year, too.

I don’t think the non-denominational school board

will be hiring many priests.

So, what are you gonna do?

I don’t know.

Maybe take a gap year?

Find myself. Go backpacking.

I’m in no rush. You?

I’m thinking theatre school.

Very cool.

You can always go to university after, right?

Right.

Hey...

Where’s, uh... where’s Fox?

She’s here, too, right?

Can I make a confession?

Oh...

I’m kinda off-duty right now, so...

Pfft, sure.

Okay.

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CARA: Mark!

Hi. You look great.

They had couples’ outfits at Le Château.

Cute.

[gasps] Oh, my God, you’re adorable!

- [camera clicks] - Oh!

Mom!

Last one, I promise! Smoosh together.

- [camera clicks] - Mom...

Mark, get under the balloon thingy for one, hm?

I-I really don’t think that’s a solo thing.

I can take one of both of you.

- Would you? - Yeah!

[under his breath] Ritche!

One picture...

then you promise you’ll go?

Deal!

- [camera clicks] - Right.

Maybe one more just in case, hm?

Just one.

RITCHE: Okay.

[indistinct chatter and upbeat dance music]

Patrick.

Do you have a ticket?

Do you remember when we were their ages, Rosie?

Mm. What’s to remember?

I’ll never forget that yellow dress that you wore.

[chuckles softly]

Walk ya home?

If you can keep up.

[soft, poignant music]

- Those are for the graduates. - Hm.

[quietly] Party pooper.

[chuckles]

Hm.

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Rosie...

- Just-- just one. - One more?

- Please. - Okay.

- [camera clicks] - Hey, Critch!

Save it for the car up on Signal Hill tonight.

[fake kissy sounds]

Mom, for Christ’s sake!

I’m going!

Thank you.

You’re welcome.

[indistinct chatter]

[sighs]

Pop...!

Hm...

[indistinct chatter]

Sorry, this seat’s taken.

SISTER ROSE: [clears throat into mic]

You are the last Catholic class to graduate

from the Holy Heart of Mary.

This is educational Armageddon!

But tonight is grad, so that means we’re gonna party!

[applause and cheering]

And what better way to start off this party than...

with the Sister Sisters!

[one person applauds]

Three sisters... who are Sisters!

[scattered applause]

♪ And He will raise you up on eagles’ wings ♪

♪ Bear you on the breath of dawn ♪

♪ Make you to shine like the sun ♪

♪ And hold you in the palm... ♪

Where’s Fox?

♪ ...of His hand ♪

She’s not coming.

SISTERS: ♪ And He will raise you up ♪

Oh.

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Time to get started.

Good luck.

Uh, nobody sitting here?

Two tickets were paid for, so I’ll take two meals.

Thank you.

Are you sure you’re okay?

I mean, yeah, I get two dinners;

I got twice the legroom.

Why wouldn’t I be?

Congratulations. We made it!

[applause]

Somewhere in this room, there’s a Prom King and Queen,

a Best-Dressed... and a Class Clown!

Welcome to the Class of ’92 awards,

as voted by you, the students!

[applause and cheering]

- I got this. - I know you do.

You ready, Dad?

[soft, emotional music]

You’re the best there ever was.

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MIKE JR: And now, a special farewell editorial

from the Voice of the Common Man...

VOCM legend, Mike Critch.

Times are tough in Newfoundland.

But cod is not our greatest resource.

It never has been.

Our greatest resource...

is our people.

[soft, emotional music]

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And when I look around me,

I see there’s no shortage of good ones.

In fact...

the future’s in very good hands.

So, now, ladies and gentlemen, it is time to say goodbye.

So, for the last time,

this is Mike Critch for the VOCM News Service.

Mike...

There’s a call from Mary and she sounds upset.

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[applause]

Congrats, Teacher’s Pet.

And now, for the winner of Class Clown...

- Mm! Here we go. - Here we go.

The winner of Class Clown goes to...

Kyle Parsons?

[Kyle and friends cheering loudly]

[applause]

KYLE: Woo!

I win, dickwads!

Bite this!

You were robbed.

Leave the bottle.

This is for the boys!

[Kyle’s friends cheering]

[burping the alphabet]

Awesome. We’re rewarding indigestion now.

KYLE: Woo! Yeah!

We have an elderly male,

last seen wandering on Thorburn Road.

Possibly confused.

MIKE JR: Dick? Can you go pick Mary up?

On my way.

I’ll go look for Pop in the van.

No, no, no, no, you’re needed here.

- No, no, no, no, I can-- - No, listen to me.

Make an announcement; tell anyone who sees him

to call into the station.

MIKE JR: What about Mark?

[sighs] No need to ruin his night.

We’ll find Pop before he’s even home.

At least Fox wasn’t here to see me lose.

Don’t let her ruin your night.

Just put her out of your mind.

CARA: [into mic] And the winner of the Lone Wolf Award is...

Fox.

[applause]

Uh...

I guess I’ll accept, uh...

this award on-- on behalf of Fox.

As everyone can see, she’s not here.

So, who better to win Lone Wolf?

I first met Fox way back in grade seven.

I said hi, and she...

took my lunch.

[scattered laughter]

She’s a... lone wolf.

Maybe "independent" is a better word for her.

She...

does what she wants, when she wants.

She doesn’t care what other people say.

That’s what I love, uh, I mean, admire...

about her.

She’s not afraid of anything.

And sometimes...

I wish I was like that.

ADULT MARK (V.O.): I wasn’t staying for a chicken dinner.

I was staying because I was a chicken.

["It’s So Hard to Say Goodbye to Yesterday" by Boyz II Men]

[applause]

CARA: And now, for the first dance of your King and Queen!

["It’s So Hard to Say Goodbye to Yesterday" continues]

[applause and cheering]

♪ The good times that made us laugh ♪

♪ Outweigh the bad ♪

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♪ I thought we’d get ♪

♪ To see forever ♪

♪ But forever’s gone away ♪

♪ It’s so hard to say goodbye ♪

♪ To yesterday ♪

[song fades]

[sombre music]

MIKE JR: [radio] Again, anyone who has spotted Patrick Critch,

please call into VOCM at 709-555-1887.

That’s 709...

[police radio chatter]

[sombre music continues]

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[knock on door]

[sighs]

[sighs]

Congrats.

You won.

- Thanks. - [award clanks into bin]

Someone going somewhere?

I’m moving to Alberta.

My flight’s tomorrow morning.

Wait...

No, is this because we broke up?

Not everything is because of you, Critch!

What did you expect?

You just...

show up with some toy prize and I was supposed to...

fall back into your arms?

This isn’t a movie, Mark! Okay?

I’m not Molly Ringwald. You’ve got the wrong redhead.

I’m sorry.

I can be a better boyfriend.

Or friend, even.

Just don’t go.

[sighs]

[sombre music]

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Rosie?

Huh?

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Patrick?

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Can you help me, Sister?

I don’t know where I am.

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Pray for me.

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Hail Mary, full of grace...

BOTH: The Lord is with thee.

I just thought that...

Did you ever wonder what I think?

I’m not moving because of you,

or anyone else.

Okay? I’m...

I’m moving ’cause of me.

Things are good for my family in Alberta.

My little brother is playing pee-wee hockey...

and my mom just sounds so happy on the phone.

I know who I am out here.

But out there, I...

I could be somebody new.

You deserve...

to be the person you wanna be.

Whoever and wherever that is.

I guess we have both changed a lot.

It’s nobody’s fault.

We can write each other.

ADULT MARK (V.O.): We knew we wouldn’t write.

I’ll write every day.

And I can call.

Yeah, me too.

Even if it costs a fortune.

ADULT MARK (V.O.): We knew we wouldn’t call.

Do you promise?

ADULT MARK (V.O.): When you’re a kid,

life is nothing but tomorrows and could-be’s.

["The End of the Innocence" by Don Henley]

I should...

Stay.

ADULT MARK (V.O.): But when you’re an adult,

it’s all yesterdays and might-have-beens.

["The End of the Innocence" by Don Henley continues]

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♪ Remember when the days were long ♪

♪ And rolled beneath a deep blue sky ♪

♪ Didn’t have a care in the world ♪

♪ With Mommy and Daddy standing by ♪

♪ But "happily ever after" fails ♪

♪ And we’ve been poisoned by these fairy tales ♪

♪ The lawyers dwell on small details ♪

♪ Since Daddy had to fly ♪

♪ Ah, but I know a place... ♪

ADULT MARK (V.O.): We don’t know how long we have

with the people we love.

ADULT MARK (V.O.): That’s why we need to hold onto them.

♪ We’ll sit and watch the clouds roll by ♪

♪ And the tall grass waves in the wind ♪

♪ You can lay your head back on the ground ♪

♪ And let your hair fall... ♪

ADULT MARK (V.O.): But we need to know when to let them go.

♪ Offer up your best defence ♪

♪ This is the end ♪

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♪ This is the end of the innocence ♪

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