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Yeah, I gotta stop French guys

from mackin' on my girl, so I'm going with her.

Yeah, right. What're you gonna do in Paris?

Play my ax, uh, eat crescent rolls,

maybe I'll go to French school.

And learn the French word for "crescent rolls"?

Ugh! Wi-Fi here blows.

Peter!

This guy sure made his mark at our little do yesterday.

Haven't seen anybody slurp that many oysters

since Mardi Gras.

Yeah, last night was fun,

but right now, not so much.

Oh, yeah, the crash. Meth'll do that.

Meth?

It was a mistake. It's not a big deal.

Declan, do you ever-

Oh, no, sir. I come by confidence naturally.

Victoria's the one with the pharmacy in her purse.

You two didn't, you know-

No. No, no, no.

I'm with Mia!

Ah, well, you dodged an STI bullet there, sir.

My cousin Vicki was a ballerina.

Now she just tweaks out and hooks up with random guys.

It's a shame really.

This could be you in six months.

Bam!

(Mouse clicks, computer beeps)

Don't lose that pretty smile.

Uh, are you okay?

Dude, if you know how I felt right now-

Never gonna do it again.

Henry Higgins molds Eliza Doolittle

into a sophisticated upper class woman,

using dialogue and etiquette.

Psst! I made you something.

...took the title from the myth "Pygmalion and Galatea,"

a popular subject of satire at the time.

Pygmalion speaks to the notions of class,

poverty and education.

"Super Holly."

Where's the J?

Oh. Blue just calls me Holly.

I thought you hated that.

...vulnerability to change into someone else.

Now, in the case of Eliza Doolittle...

(Whispers) This is amazing, Blue. Thanks.

And she's not really interested in...

So, Mrs. Jones, we'll be seeing your daughter

on billboards, huh?

I am very proud of her.

But school comes first, right?

Yeah, Mom, that's why they have a tutor.

Hi, Mrs. Jones. Hey, cutie.

Peter, you look sick!

Yeah, I gotta lay off the seafood.

Uh, we'll pack tonight after your shoot?

For sure. Bye, Mom.

Okay.

Bye, Bells. Mwah!

-Congrats. -Thank you.

What's that?

Transcript request.

Mm, wow. How very official of you.

I also got this rush passport thingy online,

so I'll probably be able to be there by like Tuesday.

So you'll help me move in!

Think about it, we're gonna have like five months of "us" time,

before your mom and Izzy come.

You know, if you keep this up,

I might even let you mooch my tutor.

Ooh la la!

Bye.

(Sighs)

HollyWhere am I supposed to find 50 bags of sand,

palm trees and a straw hut?

Hey, are we gettin' a hot tub? That'd be killer!

Impossible.

Bummer. We still gettin' tacos?

-Yeah! -Impossible?

Okay, maybe not impossible,

but I have a shift at The Dot,

which leaves like two hours

to turn the Degrassi gym into Santa Monica Pier.

Watch this.

Who wants to help Holly set up the Beach Bash?

(Students murmur "no")

There'll be hot tubs!

(Students cheer and applaud)

See? You have fans.

Since the incident,

people know you're a changed woman.

So being taken hostage was a good thing?

Sometimes bad situations

allow a person's inner light to shine.

Come on, you can do this!

Well, I guess now I'm going to have to.

Hey, we gonna practice at your place?

Oh, I can't. I have plans tonight.

Come on, dude! It could be the last time

we play Degrassi before Studz takes off!

I want us to be tight.

Could be the last time we play anywhere.

I'm moving to Paris with Mia.

You're gonna ditch the band?

I'm not gonna let another one slip away.

Imagine if Anya was leaving.

Wow.

So you're moving to France.

I'd be so freaked out!

How do you even, like, ask for directions?

I don't know, hand signals? It'll be fine.

Are you sure? I mean, Mia's gonna be busy.

Man, I could never date a model.

If Anya was half-naked in all these magazines, I'd-

Sav, shut up, man! You have no idea.

Guess not.

So, I guess we're gonna have to find a new singer, huh?

Dude, there's no Studz without me. Those songs are mine.

They teach you about that in copyright class.

Ah, whatever.

If tomorrow's our last show,

we'd better rock it.

Rock it we shall.

Okay.

Dehydration of alkenes.

Grab your apparatus, come see me for chemicals.

("Whoa" by Studz plays)

Oh, my God! Look at all these people!

Told ya. You've got fans.

Holly to the J! What up, Prez?

I'm sorry, you are?

Dave? Future grade nine class rep.

Future rep?

What can I do for you?

Okay, I was thinking, we need a toga day next week.

For fun.

I'll look into it? (Huffs)

Don't worry.

She'll make it happen.

Uh-huh.

Toga! Toga!

Toga day? Seriously.

Uh, I've heard worse ideas.

All right!

Toga day.

Happy?

Hey, Mia, where's the sparkle?

On ne vend pas l'assurance-vie, on vend la mode!

Mia! Break time!

Uh, desolee. Un moment, s'il vous plait.

I'm sorry, hon. We're running late.

I don't know if I'll have a break.

Whoa!

(Light bulb shatters)

Crew member: Whoa! Hey!

Hey, show some respect or whatever, dude!

Reset! Get this kid away!

I'm sorry. It was just an accident.

This is your boyfriend? Seriously?

Yeah, and she's on break, all right?

Uh, careful, my hair.

Look, maybe you should just go.

Jean Listen to your girlfriend, garcon.

We both know that she can do a lot better.

I'm not going anywhere, guy.

Security!

Okay, big guy. Don't make this hard on yourself.

No, let go of me, man!

M-Mia!

Jean La mode!

(Gives French commands to Mia and male model)

(Rock music plays loudly)

Peter?

Peter!

(Music stops abruptly)

Hey.

Sorry about Jean-Luc.

Photo shoots can get really tense sometimes.

Oh, well, then, let's just stay here.

We can still go to school. We can hang with our friends.

I can still play in my band. It'll be good times.

Look, don't worry, okay? I-

Wait, you haven't even started packing yet?

You're serious?

Oh, come on, Mia. This whole modeling thing makes you crazy.

(Scoffs) I'm crazy?

Look, it's not up for debate.

How come you get to decide what happens, huh?

What about me?

Peter, calm down.

No. You're so selfish, Mia!

It's all about you, you, you.

Oh, my God! Is this it?

Peter, you promised me that would never do this again,

this morning!

My own girlfriend

watches me get dragged off her stupid photo shoot.

What am I supposed to do, huh?

Your drug use is not my fault.

Yeah? What about being supportive?

What, of a meth-head?

You are not going anywhere with me.

Okay? Get some help, Peter.

(Rock music playing)

Cool!

Hey.

Oh, Sav, check it out!

The sidewalk makes a different sound

than the street!

That's great, Pete.

Oh, come to my house! We gotta jam!

-Now? -Yeah! I wrote a sweet new song!

We gotta jam it out!

Why? I thought you were going away.

Mia broke up with me. But it's all right

'cause they always do, right?

But come on, Studz lives, man!

Are you okay, man?

No! Crap!

I forgot my guitar.

HollyAll right, see you there.

Don't forget to wear your beach clothes.

We heard you're taking requests.

Okay, 'cause we have a request.

We were wondering if athletes could cut the caf line,

so we can make it to practice at lunchtime.

We're on the junior basketball team.

We're athletes.

I'll add it to the list.

I'm a walking suggestion box!

And the idea that any random niner can come hassle me,

so not my style. (Sighs)

You're never gonna be happy.

What's that supposed to mean?

Everyone used to hate you.

Now, you've got Blue, you're super-popular.

Where's the problem?

He's like, "She's gone, they all leave me,"

and then he took off.

Seriously, huh? Mia dumped him?

Super-harsh.

That'll mess a guy up.

Don't tell me Mr. and Mrs. High School

are on the rocks!

Mia smashed his heart into a million pieces.

He was freaking out,

like he wasn't himself or something.

Uh, you sure it wasn't the crank?

What?!

Guys, your lead singer's taken a fancy to crystal meth.

He made a pretty big ass of himself at our party.

It wasn't pretty.

Okay, you better call him.

Yeah. (Phone keys beep)

(Peter's phone rings)

(Phone clatters on floor)

(Guitar plays)

(Song continues, muffled)

People love the hot tubs.

I knew you could do it!

Yay me.

I'm so ready for a nap.

Here, I brought you some snacks.

Thank you! I haven't eaten all day.

Is that avocado?

I'd like to file a complaint.

You already have your front-of-the-line privileges,

-now what? -Bruce cut the lunch line,

and football season's over!

So? What am I, the caf police?

Hey, uh, so when exactly is toga day?

Monday? Wednesday?

Not now, Daryl, okay?

It's, it's Dave.

Hey, Holly J? Um, there's this really weird smell

coming from the girls' bathroom.

Maybe because it's a bathroom?

What's next? Is the sun too bright?

Your allowance too small?

Hey, why don't I just do something about global warming

while I'm at it!

Sorry. Uh, she'll get on that.

You're really having trouble prioritizing, huh?

Actually, Blue, I know exactly what my priority is right now.

This taco. Got it?

(Jenna's song ends, students cheer and applaud)

(Cheers and applause)

And now,

fresh from their Hollywood movie shoot,

the one and only,

the amazing Studz!

(Cheers and applause)

Guys?

Who's gonna sing?

I don't know the words.

I'm a one-armed drummer!

(Low din of party chatter)

(Band plays "whoa")

(Students cheer and applaud wildly)

Hey! That's my song!

What're you doing?!

What're you doing? There's no Studz without me!

You guys suck!

(Struggling grunts)

Okay! Okay!

"Shared Custody"! 1, 2, 3, 4.

(Low murmurs of confusion)

(Stutters)

(Mic squeals)

Hey, no, dude. Are you tweaking?

What?! No!

We know about the meth.

Peter, what happened?

Tell the fans on the video blog.

Get outta my face!

(Concerned murmurs)

(Trash can clatters)

(Students boo angrily)

Holly! It's, uh, DEFCON 4 in there.

Boy band break-up? Boo-hoo.

Let's take a quick break.

Aren't you going to do something?

Blue, I'm not actually a superhero.

I deal in raffle tickets, not drama.

What about all your friends in there?

They're not my friends.

I don't even know half their names.

(Both sigh)

You know, you should really put all the heads on the money

to one side.

That's it! First of all,

you are not student council president.

And I didn't become president so that I could make friends

and have people love me.

I did it so I could do things my way.

So just leave me alone!

(Low din of party chatter)

(Rock music plays)

(Loud rush of traffic, cell phone rings)

He's still not answering.

(Riley's phone rings)

Peter?

What? Slow down.

Guys! It's Peter!

Where'd he go?

(Horns honking)

I think I, like, O.D.'d or something.

Where are you?

I don't- I don't know! I'm between two roads.

Just- Please, just come and help me!

Come find me!

Guys, come on.

Okay, we're coming.

Where are you? What do you see?

(Traffic rushes by)

(Horns blaring)

-Peter! -Peter!

(Cars rush by)

No! Peter! (Truck horn honks)

Whoa, whoa!

It's okay. You're gonna be okay.

I'm freezing.

You're gonna be all right.

Whew.

Uh, we should go. Curfew.

Take it easy, buddy.

Call if you need anything.

We'll make sure you're okay.

Thank you.

I hate this stupid loft. I'm alone all the time.

Yeah, not tonight, dude. Chug this.

Probably dehydrated.

(Exhales and sniffles)

(Shivering)

I'm, like, messed up, guys.

(Shivering)

Can you get rid of this?

Are you sure that's all of it?

(Shivering) Yeah.

(Phone beeps)

Need to make a call, dude?

Long distance.

You know it's like00 a.m. in Paris, right?

I'm not calling Mia.

Hey, Mom, it's me.

Yeah, I'm fine. Well...

Well, not really, but... Can you come home, please?

Guess who?

You had a hard night,

but I still believe you can change.

So if you're ready to apologize,

I'm ready to listen.

Apologize?!

For what?

Look, Blue, I have lots of sides.

You can't just pick the ones you like.

But I want to let the Holly I know

shine through.

No, you don't.

You wanna turn me into someone that I'm not.

And that's never gonna happen?

No.

I'm sorry, Blue.

Me, too.

Bye, Holly.

(Sighing)

It's Holly freakin' J!

(Exhales, content)

And then they give you these hot towels in first class,

and a limo picked me up.

Anne Marie from the agency's been so helpful.

That's awesome, Mia.

How are you?

You mean, how's my drug problem?

I'm worried about you, Peter.

Don't be. I begged my mom to come back from Regina.

Bonjour, Mia!

Hi, Ms. H!

Peter, even though we broke up,

I'm really happy that you're not alone.

Um, I gotta go, but...

keep in touch, okay?

Bye, Mia.

I never should've left you.

It's not your fault, Mom.

I know I can't make your choices for you,

but just promise me...

It's over, I promise.

Because, Peter, you can't control this drug.

One relapse, just one,

and it's straight to rehab.

(Sighs)

Thanks for coming home, Mom.