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(music)

- Ugh.

You think that's funny, Bueller?

You think that's funny? It's not funny.

No. No, it's not.

See you tonight, Little B.

Bueller? Little B?

(knocking)

Mr. Martin.

- Friday's end of month, Ellie. I need a cheque.

- I'm getting it tonight from my mom.

You don't have to worry, sir.

- Just like I didn't have to worry last month,

when you were late with the rent?

- See, I had the rent,

I-I just didn't know how to get it to you.

Sean always did that.

- Oh, is he back yet?

- Sean's not coming back, sir.

- You forget to pay the electric bill, too?

(Ellie sighing)

- Sometimes my ferret, I--

- You got a ferret here? - I catch him chewing

on electrical cords and...

Bueller!

Ah, Bueller.

� Whatever it takes �

� I know I can make it through �

� Uh huh alright �

� If I hold out �

� If I do �

� I know I can make it through �

� Be the best �

� Be the best I can �

� And... and I say to you �

� Whatever it takes � � I know I can make it �

� I know I can make it �

� I know I can make it through ��

- Ferret Bueller is dead?

- That's awful.

It's terrible.

- You named your ferret "Bueller"?

- Alex, a heart - try to find one.

- Bueller was Sean's baby. And since he's been gone,

things haven't exactly been fun around the apartment.

- Marco? Partner?

The game is euchre. Spades is up.

- I'll come over after school.

We'll have a ceremony, a ferret funeral.

- I'm meeting Mom for dinner.

An event promising to be as much fun

as a ferret funeral. - You can't postpone?

"Death in the family" - it's a good excuse.

- Dinner plus Mom equals rent money.

(school bell ringing)

- I'll come over after.

- I'm looking for examples

of media manipulation

in, say, television.

Hazel.

- Well, there's video news releases.

Companies create, um, stories on their product,

which are then shown as local news programs

and the people watching have no idea where they came from.

(PA announcement) - Mr. O?

Is there a reason you're shy to call on me in class?

- Hey, I give equal time to every student.

- In the classroom, anyway.

- Good class, Mr. Oleander.

- New rule:

Suggestive comments only to be delivered

apr�s Degrassi. Say, at the CineSquare?

Tonight? Back row?

I got free passes.

- Isn't it a school night?

- Yeah, I like school nights. There's less chance

of running into someone from school.

- Paige?

- Oh, new uniforms. Finally.

- Yeah, there's three boxes in the office

we have to pick up.

- Listen, Paige, thanks for helping me

with the, um, uh, bulletin board.

- And, Mr. Oleander, uh...

thank you for, um,

offering me help with that essay.

- So obvious.

- Oh.

It's 500, right?

- Rent's 540...

Mom.

You could always give me a few post-dated cheques.

- And miss my monthly dinner with my daughter?

How are you...

living alone?

- Good.

- I'm proud of you - ahem -

being so independent,

living all by yourself.

I've been in group for three months.

I'm being therapy'd out the wazoo.

Since you left, I haven't had a drink.

If you wanna move back, I promise to keep it up.

Sit!

I miss you all the time.

And I wanna talk about this.

- Yeah, I told Marco I'd meet him.

- I'm different.

- Understand why I don't trust you on that one, Mom.

- Ellie-- - If you're proud

of me being "independent," watch me go one step further.

After this month...

I won't take any more of your money.

I won't need you, Mom.

Not anymore.

Here lies Bueller Nash.

I'm sorry I couldn't take care of you better -

or longer.

I'm just really sorry you're gone.

- I know this was my idea, but we have to go, now.

- I thought you wanted to sit in a dark theatre.

Two hours plus previews? - Paige!

You don't return phone calls?

The reject twins called in sick. You're behind the counter.

- But I'm off-shift.

- Wanna make that permanent? - No, she doesn't.

- Matt.

- Paige, your boss could've just as easily have been Simpson

and we could've just as easily have been caught.

I'll see you tomorrow.

- No Sean...

no Bueller.

You sure you're okay to stay alone?

- Say you're offering? Please. The only other person who wants

to be with me right now? My mother.

- I'm offering. No worries.

- I won't.

Least, not about waking up

to find you passed out with the house on fire.

Mom flashback.

Sorry.

- Hey...

worry instead...

about playing euchre, Ellie Nash.

- You wanna play cards?

- Dylan's hockey team plays Thursdays,

for money -

a lot of money.

My allowance only lasts, like, three hands.

- And you play, why? - I repeat -

Dylan's hockey team.

Now, you deal out five cards each.

What's left over goes in a pile, with the top card turned up.

That card's "trump."

Now, the Jack of that suit is the highest.

If you have an amazing hand, you can "go alone,"

play without your partner, worth two points.

So...

- Let's go, Del Rossi.

Dealer's dealt, hearts are trump.

- Meaning the jack of hearts is "the highest card in the world."

- Ellie speaks euchre now.

- Marco?

With your hair all big like that you kinda look like Ashley.

(laughter)

- I was sans product this morning, Craig.

And you said it looked fine.

- Marco? Begone. Ellie, you're in.

- I can't take Marco's place.

- No, it's okay, sit.

Dylan's entire hockey team -

combined -

is less competitive than her.

- The ace of spades is down.

- Meaning it's their trick so far?

- That's the queen.

Of hearts.

You sure you wanna lead trump?

- Well, I don't have any spades and that's my lowest heart.

(school bell ringing)

- I get a scatter-proof partner only to stop for French class?

- Oh, well,

je suis up for skipping.

- Where to?

- Today I thought we'd talk about bias in the media -

how the news sometimes twists the facts.

- You're doing the nod of sleep.

It's not attractive.

- Avert your eyes.

Evil Meeri kept me for the late shift.

- Paige.

Can you tell me how that's different from...

outright lying?

- To lie is to present a falsehood.

"Bias" is telling the truth,

just... a version of the truth.

- Good.

Okay, so back to...

why pop stars marry

once they release a new CD.

- I've never had a teacher pass me a note before.

- Look, I know this place isn't exactly "romantic,"

but it seems like every time we try to get together,

there's always something-- (door handle rattling)

- There's always the basement?

- Matt, that's it.

Tonight, after work, I come over.

- Where, my place?

- Yeah, I wanna see your private Bohemian man-lair.

- Paige, you can't.

- I'm familiar with the student lifestyle.

My brother? He shares one bathroom with 12 guys.

At least you have a place of your own.

With, what, uh, a comfy couch,

TV, DVD.

Away from distractions...

- No.

It's gotta be something or someplace else.

Look, I'll pop by the theatre

and we'll go out for coffee

after work. - Matt...

- Wait a bit before you leave.

(laughing) - Yes! Ha-ha!

- Okay, okay.

Rematch, okay? Right now.

- Um, that was the rematch.

- Unless you wanna make it more interesting?

- As in, uh...

"strip euchre"?

- As in money.

As in $20?

- Okay. - Okay.

(music to "The Sting" playing)

(sighing) Okay.

And it's clubs. - Oh.

Um, one question.

Why do they call these "bowers"?

- And we skipped French class for this? Come on.

- Ten bucks each. Not real money,

but it'll buy a cafeteria lunch.

- Wait. Today's Thursday, right?

I think I know where real money's gonna be.

Alex and I would like to play euchre.

With you and Dylan

and Dylan's hockey team.

- If - if - I hook you up?

New players have to host the evening.

- I can host - hostess, whatever.

- Which means buying pizza, playing $50-60 hands

and losing the little money that you might have.

- We have money. We do.

Just not any money we plan to lose.

- So, Mr. O, he's cute.

- And smart and funny,

with a tight little yoga body thrown in for fun.

- But?

- Big secret.

The only place we can escape to,

where he and me...

can be a "we,"

is his.

He doesn't want me going there.

- It sounds to me, then,

there's not a lot of honesty going around.

- Nobody can know about this, Manny.

- No, not around the school. I mean between you and him.

A guy like that, I'm surprised he doesn't have a girlfriend.

- Well, he did... have one,

but they split.

- And that's what he told you.

- That's my whole last paycheque.

- Plus $10 from this morning.

- It isn't enough, is it?

- Five-hundred-and-forty dollars -

otherwise known as "my rent."

- Let's not use all of it.

- I like this - playing this.

The "partner" thing works for me.

- Ellie, the hockey team just got here

and we've already gone through the pizzettes.

- Let me introduce you to the team.

They want to get started. - I'm Alex.

This is Ellie, my friend.

We're here to defeat you.

� Tracing the steps that I take Feeling mistakes �

� That are fake Making excuses �

� Like imaginary friends run away �

� To where I've already been �

� To where I already am So tell me �

� Tell me it'll work out so I'll be wrong again �

� I look inside I'm surprised at what I see in my eyes �

� So tell me tell me was I there �

� When I was taught how to lie �

� I thought I'd chase paradise But I'll just settle for life �

� So tell me tell me �

� Did I die when I was taught how to lie �

We're behind by a point. We have to take the next hand.

- And if we lose it? - Let me be the negative one,

okay? It's a bigger gamble,

but James wants to put more money down.

You alright with that?

- Move in. - Sure, I'll go get my things.

- I'm serious. Move in, it'd be cool.

- Cool? Sure, no mom, no mom's boyfriend-of-the week.

But then there's this thing called rent--

- Only 270 a month. Each.

- I can't afford $2 a month.

- So I'll pay more. Or I won't tell my mom you're living here.

It's not like she comes around.

- And this is the horrible woman you hate?

It'd be great.

- Okay, it'd be fun. Right now, I need fun.

- Move to Wasaga with Sean if you're lonely.

Or suck it up and go home.

- My mom was drunk -

always drunk -

right up to the night she lit the house on fire.

- But she's sober now.

And paying your rent.

All the time trying to make things right with you.

Wow, what a monster.

The hockey boys are waiting.

When you come back to the table,

leave the sucky girl behind.

- Hi, Customer Service?

Yes, um, I just wanted to make sure my phone's working.

Yeah, I-I know I'm calling you on it,

so it must be.

Okay, thanks.

Bye.

- Five more seconds, please, Meeri.

- He stood you up, didn't he?

- He's not cheating on me, if that's what you think.

- I think?

That's what you think.

- Spades is trump.

Pick it up, I'm going alone.

- What?

- You know you're a point away from losing,

and us from winning?

- Um, Alex, can I talk to you?

- We've been over the concept of "going alone" before.

Talk to Marco, I'm sure he'll clarify things again.

- Are you 100% sure of your hand,

Alex? - A thousand.

Relax, here, look at the pretty cards.

- It's, uh, my lead, right? - Wait.

That's my rent money.

- You're bugging me, Ellie.

- You know, we'll just forget this hand.

Can I have the cards?

- Sit down!

- I lead with the ace of hearts.

- Keep it, don't bother.

Four points.

We win.

You really ought to believe in people more.

- Why aren't you answering your phone?

Who is in there with you?!

- What are you doing here, Paige?

Don't... Paige!

The guy upstairs flushed his toilet through my ceiling -

for the third time this year.

I would've called, but they've cut off my service.

- This is your apartment?

- Yep.

You want the tour?

We can begin and end in the foyer.

- I thought you were with someone.

- Is that the kind of guy

you think I am? - I don't know, Matt.

I see you in class or at the water fountain

or at Yoga, but beyond that-- - That's wet.

The... toilet's above it.

Look, beyond that,

I-I'm a student, like you.

Except I live in a pit-hole apartment.

There.

All the glamour this relationship ever had...

... gone.

- You said "relationship."

Which means...

I get to stay.

(knocking)

- It's open.

- It's the middle of the night, Ellie.

There's no emergency?

- I had to be sure of something.

- Sure of what?

- That you could come over.

That you were sober, you weren't drunk.

- You woke me as a test?

- I wrote a letter to Mr. Martin.

It says I'm giving two months' notice.

- Oh, so you're coming home.

- Wait.

I said I wrote it, Mom. I-I haven't given it to him.

Not yet.

- But you're going to?

- No more drinking?

- The best I can do is try.

Day-by-day, try.

- And promise me...

that you'll try and make it easy for me to trust you again.

- Come home, Ellie.

I'm tired of being alone.

- Yeah.

Me too.

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