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We're going to provincial finals, baby. Thanks for our star shooting guard.

Casey!

That's my name.

Don't worry about it.

Don't worry about it.

Um, I want to hug and troll, too.

Or at least a kiss.

All right, mine.

Someone's popular.

First time for everything.

Whatever it takes!

If I hold out, I know I can make it through.

Hey, Marco.

Should I say hey, Peach?

Hey, that's student Peach to you.

Ready for your first day of Degrassi again?

Who's your placement with? Perino.

You need this.

As if I wasn't nervous enough.

At least you won't be hungry. I saved you the last gun.

Thanks, H .J. Hey, I thought you worked the P .M. shift.

Oh, I'm not working.

Declan here can't do without his morning dot Java fix.

Did you catch the believe you can boogie last night? Uh, yeah.

Johan, so dreamy.

Well, I hate to be the responsible one, but if you guys don't boogie, you're

going to be late, so... Wish me luck.

You won't need it. You've got a built -in fan base.

As if you needed an excuse to break out your bikinis, our finals -bound midget

boys basketball team will be sudsing it up at the Athletic Association's car

wash. Make sure to spread the word and get your family and friends to come out.

My half brother's here with his truck and he's been mudding all weekend.

Sounds dirty.

Truck, I mean.

When do I get to meet your family?

My parents aren't really around.

But he has me.

One question. What is mudding?

One, take pick up truck. Two, drive through mud. Three, it's awesome.

Sounds awesomely awesome.

You should come sometime.

Kyle, these are my friends Claire and Casey.

Oh, you're KC?

Oh, the man, the legend.

Mucho chatter about you in our house lately.

Set up, Kyle.

That coach is nothing.

Tell me something in the trunk, boys.

My team jacket.

Where are you going, Casey?

Couldn't afford one.

What, with the stock market tumble?

It's cool.

Zayden.

Watch your back. Staff is dominant early.

Otherwise, these kids will eat you up alive.

Thanks, Dom, but there's been a lot of progress made in classroom management

techniques since you were in Teachers College.

It's your funeral.

I appreciate the support.

People, I'd like to introduce myself.

I am Marco Del Rossi. Now, call me Marco.

Mr. Del Rossi is my dad.

Is he a midget, too?

Hey, you know what they say. The shorter the man, the bigger the brain.

How tall are you?

Down to business.

So, did you guys know that right here in Toronto... Can I have something on my

face?

Here, Mr. Lincoln, let me walk that out for you.

It's done, Jeffrey!

Man,

I am so...

We'll have to get Jenna back.

I think that's exactly what Miss Fortyford wants.

What?

Claire, we're just playing around.

Having fun?

You should try it.

I am trying.

I'll help.

Hey, see!

How was that fun?

Ah, my contest.

I fell out.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, careful.

Put the water off.

Jenna, we can't have you scrubbing cars all one night.

Casey, it's fine.

Jenna, your butt crack's showing.

I have spare contacts inside.

You totally rocked the class, boss.

Treat students like adults. They will respect you like adults.

Totally. I should know. I'm swamped with near grown -up responsibilities.

Babysitting biz, student council, this athletic banquet tomorrow night.

I'm a chaperone. We could show off our dance moves.

Nope, I can't go.

Unless you give me an extension on Perino's essay.

It's not really my jurisdiction.

Please, Marco.

It's been... It's been so long since we've had a teacher who really remembers

what it's like.

Okay, extension granted. One day only.

So?

We got the extension.

Boy, your game's improved.

You better start practicing smiling for the NBA cameras.

Smiling just makes the world know you're scared.

Little tip from my jailbird dad.

Hold up. Your dad's in prison?

Mommy, too.

Drugs are bad.

So am I, apparently.

What the hell are you talking about?

My girlfriend keeps getting mad at me.

She never used to.

It's my fault.

I looked at another girl, like, once.

KC, having eyes for other girls doesn't make you bad.

It makes you 15.

Come on.

The blonde cheerleader?

I get it.

You don't get anything, coach.

And it's none of your business, okay?

Sorry, champ.

Just trying to help.

What are you doing here?

Just tell me what happened at the car wash.

You really don't know?

We were all having fun, but then you lost your mind.

What's up with you?

Jenna's trying to edge me out, and you're letting her.

Claire, nobody's edging anyone out.

I'm allowed to be friends with other girls, you know.

And flirt with them, too?

You know,

Coach thinks it's normal to look at other girls.

Really? So do you do everything the coach says?

No.

But we just make each other mad.

What do you mean?

If we can't be happy, maybe we shouldn't be together.

So we're breaking up?

Yeah.

I guess we are.

I'm sorry.

Just tell me one thing.

How long have you liked her?

I tried not to, Claire.

Sure.

If it helps, think of the Yonge Street Rebellion as a celebrity feud with

Pitchfork.

Fifth, my good man.

So we're getting an extension on the test day?

Because Holly J and Devin got one.

Sweet, now I can gear up for the banquet tonight.

I'm not spending my weekend marketing this because you can't sprout a

It's not that black and white. You know what is black and white?

Your evaluation that I type.

Okay, guys, sorry, but your essays are due today via email at 6 p .m. before

athletics banquet.

Now, that's what I call classroom management.

Take it. Nice pants.

So, you're... Team doing good?

Yep. Your coach came by. He left something for you.

Right on.

Did he buy you that?

I guess so.

He's, uh... He's pretty awesome.

I'm gonna be late.

Curfew's still 9 .30.

Hit me again, Finn.

Careful, little bell. You'll be up all night.

I may have to be.

Chaperoning the banquet marking papers.

You're officially the man.

Hey, how'd your essay go?

It didn't.

What? Why?

Look, I know you have to treat me like everyone else when we're in class.

Because you're a student, Holly J.

Yeah, I know. Us kids can be so frustrating, so... I'll just hand it in

tomorrow. No biggie. Let's go. Gonna be late for the jock jam.

Be there, Marco.

Marco, even for Holly J, that was... Guess I need a new lesson plan.

Hey, you just talked.

About a jacket.

Can you steal it?

That is totally legit.

Nice threads.

Thanks.

You didn't have to do this.

You earned it.

Be proud.

I broke up with Claire. We're too different.

One thing I can tell you is you gotta go after the things you want.

Maybe I will.

Celebration of an amazing athletic year at Degrassi.

You know, the first thing I look for in a player is a love for the game.

And these guys have it in spades.

It's more than a coach could ever ask for.

Their commitment, dedication,

and hours of hard work made each and every one of them a great basketball

player. I like your jacket.

I like your everything.

Give it up for KC.

Take the Guthrie.

Get up here. You just won most improved player.

That's a rule.

Star guard and a bouncer cheerleader.

I smell a power couple in the making. Yeah.

So powerful, they pushed Casey's girlfriend right out of the way.

That's not how it is. Jenna, you've been trying to steal Casey since day one.

I guess I'll took her a pair of pom -poms, huh?

You don't know anything about anything, Allie.

I know exactly what Claire's face is going to look like when she finds out

this.

I'm going to go get some lunch.

You and your girl want to get out of here?

With some privacy?

Room key.

Room 309.

Take your time.

Oh.

Jenna.

Wait up.

What is the surprise of the bed?

There's a whirlpool tub.

Oh, look at this.

You know that's probably a $10 chocolate bar.

When I know what I want, I go after it.

You just want to grab my wallet.

I don't want to interrupt.

Pretend I'm not even here.

I should head back to the party.

It's almost my curfew.

Hey, don't worry.

While we're here, I've got a few thoughts on a new play.

Let me give Todd a call. Tell him I'll drive you home later.

Awesome.

Jenna, is that okay?

I'll see you later.

Hey, Todd.

It's Coach Carson.

I'm here with Casey at the athletics banquet.

Yeah, yeah. He just won most improved player.

Yeah, great.

Listen, I was wondering if we could extend his turkey for the night.

Marco.

I was just about to go to the washroom. No more avoiding me, young lady. I guess

you'll be taking the zero.

What?

Everyone else handed in their assignments on time.

What's wrong with you?

Nothing. Just doing my job.

Okay, first you said I could have extra time, and then you took it back.

What am I supposed to believe?

Fine. We compromised.

I'll submit your paper for marking if...

The time stamp on your email falls before midnight.

Tonight? That only gives me... Two hours to finish. Hope you've done your

research.

Marco, you're such a teacher.

That's Mr.

Del Rossi to you.

You gotta cover the job.

Take a breath, then shoot.

Okay, coach.

Got it.

You brought all your stuff.

Stay in here while I coach at Degrassi. I'll move on after the finals.

Gotta keep mobile.

Oh.

Not to talk.

Just enjoy the time we got left.

Here.

Don't tell the rest of the team, okay?

I only drink with my most improved players.

Okay, yeah.

To you.

Killing it on the court. To our new friendship.

Cheers. To victory.

I remember

my first day of teaching.

Did you bring your own strap?

Try a guitar.

I hadn't. Sitting in a circle, on the floor.

I mean, it was algebra class.

And you thought I was soft.

Well, it's not about being soft or hard -ass, for that matter. It's about being

what these kids need.

A teacher?

They have plenty of friends.

Thanks, Tom.

That's Mr.

Perino. Right.

Hey.

Leave room for the Holy Ghost.

What ghost?

Just not in front of a teacher, okay?

Excuse me. No excuse required.

I'm not your grandma.

It's almost midnight.

I should get home.

Sorry, buddy.

Can't drive.

Bruise went down too easy tonight.

Hey, why don't you crash on the pull -up?

If you think that's okay.

Hand me your phone. I'll call Todd.

What is it?

Going home. See you tomorrow.

Kisses, Jenna.

Kisses. Sorry I interrupted earlier.

Whatever. I mean, you know. It sucks, right? When you get all riled up and you

gotta stop.

Not that I would have had any idea.

Well, how about we get you some visual aid?

Hello, adult pay -per -view.

You like blondes, right?

You bet he does Barcelona.

That's a good one.