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-Previously on The Fosters...
-You wrote the code in LabVIEW?

-Do it again in Java.
-Why are you being
such a bitch?

Because bitches
get things done.

We both know that
I'm not smart enough for you,

and that's why
you won't date me.

You broke my heart.

Emma:
Is that Mariana?

Jesus:
What the hell
is she doing?

I don't think
I'm really ready
to smoke pot.

The thing is
we're not smoking it.

-Noah: We're eating it.
-(both laughing)

So I looked into
Kyle's alibi witness,
Patrick Molloy,

and it turns out
that he was arrested

for lewd and lascivious
acts with a minor.

I think I might know why
the prosecutor didn't want

Kyle's lawyer
to see the forensics report.

It says that the killer
was right-handed,

but Kyle's left-handed.

I have some tax issues
with the IRS.

Lena:
Are we going
to lose our home?

♪ I remember your eyes,
they were lined with gold ♪

♪ Who knew happiness
could be this strong... ♪

-So?
-So?

-That was...
-Pretty terrible.

-Oh! Yeah.
-(giggles)

-The worst.
-Ever.

(both laughing)

(Callie moans)

(whispers)
You know what
I was thinking?

Hm?

I was thinking
maybe we could
try again.

-You know, see if...
-You can could do better?

-Me?
-Hey.

You started it, woman.

I'm gonna have to
show you my "A" game.

It sure was good
for your "B" game.

(laughs)

(music continues, muffled)

Let's see, I think I have
some left-over Chinese.

Did you hear something?

No.

-How about pizza?
What are you in the mood for?
-Oh, whatever's easiest.

I got a lot of homework
tonight anyway.

I'll, uh,
let AJ know we're home.

(knocking on door)

Uh, yeah?

Mike:
Hey, it's me.

Uh, I didn't end up
working that extra shift
after all, so, uh...

yeah, I invited
Brandon to dinner

and, uh, he's here.

We're both here.
So, uh, if you, uh--

-how's pizza sound?
-Uh, yeah, pizza sounds good.

(whispering)
I can't find my bra.

Uh...

Ow!

(music stops)

Uh, pepperoni, mushroom?

Uh, yeah.

(phone keys beep)

-Hey.
-Hey.

Oh, hey.

-Callie: Hey.
-(sighs) Hey.

Uh, we were just...

-studying for Calculus.
-Chemistry.

Uh, Callie, do you want
to join us for dinner?

Uh, no, actually,
I, um, have to--
I have to be home...

but thanks.

-Bye.
-AJ: Bye.

Bye.

(theme music plays)

♪ It's not where
you come from ♪

♪ It's where you belong ♪

♪ Nothing I would trade ♪

♪ I wouldn't have it
any other way ♪

♪ You're surrounded by love,
and you're wanted ♪

♪ So never feel alone ♪

♪ You are home with me ♪

♪ Right where you belong. ♪

The only way that we'll be ready
in time for competition

is if the whole robotics team
is working 24/7:

before school,
during lunch,

after school, free periods,
even nights.

Well, is it okay
if I schedule in

-some time to sleep?
-You can sleep when it's over.

(phone beeps)

Well, look who
decided to join us.

Sorry, I was doing
homework at AJ's,

and we lost track of time.

Okay, family dinner
is not an option.

It's the only time I get to see
all of your beautiful faces.

Oh yeah? Then why don't
you make Brandon come?

Um, Brandon was actually
at Mike's for dinner.

Stef: How nice. Maybe if we're
lucky, one of these days

we'll be graced
with his presence too.

(phone beeps)

Mariana, please put
your cell phone away

at the dinner table.

Well, can I
be excused then?

-Yes.
-No!

What? We just sat down.

Lena: But she's the first
female team leader,

it's a big deal.

Are there
any more potatoes?

-He speaks!
-What?

Who?

You and your brother
are going to eat us
out of house and home.

Uh, speaking of house,

has anyone heard
from Gabe lately?

Uh, no, why?

Because he hasn't been by
to work on the garage
in days,

and I'm starting to think
he's blowing us off.

Well, he was--
he was here yesterday

when I got home
from school.

He was?
Doesn't look like
he did much.

Well, he's gonna get it done!
What's the hurry, anyway?

Hey, watch your tone.

Stef:
It's the principle
of the matter, Jesus.

All right?
We did something for Gabe,

and in exchange he promised
to do something for us.

-He needs to keep his word.
-Well, he is.

Jeez.

(phone ringing)

-Gabe: Hello?
-Hey, sorry, did I--
did I wake you?

Gabe:
No, no, what's--
What's up?

Um, yeah,
is everything okay?

I mean, you've been
kind of MIA,

and my moms are starting
to wonder what's going on.

(Gabe sighing)
Yeah, sorry.

I, uh, haven't been
feeling that good, so...

Uh, okay.

Okay, well, um, look, you--
you got to get back here,

because they really want
to get this remodel finished.

Gabe: Got it.
I'll be there tomorrow...

-for sure.
-Okay.

(phone clicks)

Stef:
The rent on the houses
big enough for all of us

is higher than our mortgage.

What about apartments?

Really?
We're all gonna move into
an apartment with no yard?

You think
the kids bicker now?

When they're all
on top of each other
with nowhere to go--

how are you okay
with losing our home,

all the memories
that we have here?

I am not okay.
I'm not okay at all,

but what am
I supposed to do?

Let the IRS
throw my dad in jail?

That's a stretch, Lena.

That's not
what you told him,

and what if he does
drive himself off a cliff
like he said?

He was being melodramatic.

He's not gonna kill himself.

All the stress
might kill him.

I still say that we should
talk to the IRS, you know?

See what other
options we have.

And what if they do
offer us a payment plan?

Where is that money
gonna come from?

We barely make enough
money right now as it is
to pay our bills.

We'll take on other jobs
if we have to.

(sighs)

What about...
asking your mom?

No, no, absolutely not.

I'm not asking my mother
to bail out your father.

That's not what I--
(sighs)

You'd be asking her
to save our home.

I'm not asking my mother
for money, Lena.

It's just not gonna happen.

I know that
this is heart-breaking...

-Oh.
-...for all of us.

(huffs)

But my dad,
he needs the money

that we're gonna
get from the sale,

the money that he--
he gave us in the first place
to buy this place.

(sighs)

How can you expect me
to save our asses

and then let my parents
hang out to dry?

(rock music playing)

-(playful noises)
-Brandon: Okay.

-(Mason laughs)
-Careful, Mason.

-(annoyed sigh)
-(Mason laughing)

Okay, Mason,
no coloring on my sheet music!

-(babbles)
-Okay, you can draw
in your coloring books.

-That's it, okay?
-Did he? I'm sorry.

It's okay,
it's not a big deal.

-(concordant notes)
-No, no, Mason!

That's not a toy!
Cort, can you please?

-(laughing)
-Mason, do what Brandon says.

-Okay? That's not yours.
-(continues playing)

-(laughing, playing)
-Sorry, I'm just going over
my work schedule.

-(concordant notes)
-I mean, he's not really
hurting it, right?

-(laughing)
-(sighs)

No, I guess not.
Okay, um, I got to go.

Oh, don't forget
you're picking up Mason

from preschool this afternoon.

Oh, damn.
Well, I was--

I was hoping I would
get some time to practice.

There's not a lot
of time before the audition.

I get it,
but I mean if we're gonna
make rent this month,

I can't miss work again.

-(squeaks toy)
-Well, maybe Eddie
can take him?

Well, until this
custody thing is settled

I can't ask Eddie to take him
when it's not his turn.

I have to prove that
I can handle Mason by myself.

-(laughs)
-(notes clang)

(loud laughing)

Detective, really?

Yeah, I've been thinking
about it for a while.

You ready to leave the beat
for the good old boys club?

It pays more.
I've got five kids
going off to college

sometime soon, hopefully.

Those good old boys are
just gonna have to get ready

for this good old girl.

So, um, I came home
early yesterday.

Uh-huh.

AJ and Callie
were in his room,

and, uh, I'm pretty sure
they were, uh...

-Having sex?
-Yeah.

I mean, It's Callie.
I thought you should know.

Yeah, I appreciate it.

So what?
I should...

tell AJ they can't
be doing that in my place
any more, right?

I'm not really sure
we can make 'em stop.

You know, remember what
you were like at that age.

-(laughs) No.
-(chuckles)

Well, if they're
gonna be having sex,

I'd rather them
do it some place safe.

You know, not a car
or God knows where.

You will have
a conversation with him
about wearing a condom?

Yeah, of course.

But-- I mean, what?
You're okay with this?

(deep sigh)

Uh, I guess.

Are you?

Yeah, I guess,

but, um,
Brandon was with me.

-Oh, yeah?
-Yeah.

I wonder if it
was weird for him?

Oh, please, it was
a long time ago.

They're siblings now.
Plus, Brandon's living
with his girlfriend.

I guess so.

Have anything to say
about how that's going?

Well, he seems pretty
determined to live with her

until he goes
off to Juilliard.

If he gets in.

If not, I don't know
how he can afford

to pay rent on an apartment.

Wait a minute?
He's paying the rent?

And a lot more.

He has no more money left.

What do you mean?
What about the money
for the hand settlement?

He gave it all to her.

-What?
-Hmm.

(phone ringing)

Electronic voice:
The mailbox is full
and cannot accept

any messages at this time.
Good-bye.

(phone vibrates)

(pop music plays)

♪ How you doin' with
your contact? ♪

♪ You're lookin',
lookin' like you need
some contact ♪

♪ We do what ♪

-♪ We do whatever we like... ♪
-(motor runs)

♪ Because we're
the type of girls
who get whatever we like ♪

♪ We're all up in the club,
we're the main attraction ♪

♪ My girls are looking good,
and we like your reaction ♪

♪ I said we like
your reaction... ♪

Can I help you

or do I need to invest
in a "no loitering" sign?

Sorry, um, I, um--

I heard that
you could, um,
hook me up.

You know,
with some, uh...

-green.
-You mean pot?

Sure, what kind?

Uh, do you have
gummy worms?

I don't carry edibles.
I meant, "What strain?"

-Indica or sativa?
-I, uh, usually go with Indigo.

-Indica?
-Right, yeah.

Do you want it
loose or rolled?

-Um...
-Never mind, rolled.

Got it.

Every time
I finish picking up,
Hurricane Mason's

already made another lap
around the apartment.

Oh, no need to apologize.

Uh, hey,
I'm sorry for stopping by.

I didn't have
your number.

Oh, that's fine.

Can I get you
something to drink?

No thanks.

I was hoping to talk
to you about Brandon.

Okay.

Look, first of all,
I just want to say

that I'm supportive
of your relationship.

I think you're
a very nice girl

and you clearly
care for Brandon.

It's just that, uh...

all this is a lot
of responsibility

at any age,
but especially at 18.

I mean, he hasn't even
graduated high school.

Look, I didn't ask
for Brandon to move in with me.

I have no doubt
that this was his idea.

Just like I'm sure
you didn't ask him
for the money he gave you.

I didn't ask for the money.

Look, that's the thing
about Brandon.

He doesn't have to be asked.

He sees a pretty girl in need,

and he feels like
he has to save her.

Well, I don't
need any saving.

I can take care of myself
and my son.

Well, I'm sure you can,

which is why I--

I was hoping you could, uh,
encourage him to move back home.

I'm not sure
what I could say.

Well, I mean,

you could, uh...

tell him that
it's confusing for your son

to live with a man
that isn't his father.

You think I'm
confusing my son?

You know,
your son's pretty
confused too.

-Yeah, I agree.
-But not about me.

I mean, do you have
any idea why he's living here?

I mean, I think I do, yeah.

It's because he's not
comfortable living at home.

-Why is that?
-Because his moms
are blaming him

for everything
that happened with Callie.

They think
it's all his responsibility,

and he doesn't
want to live with them

looking over
his shoulder every day

like he's some kind of creep.

What do you mean?
What do you mean,

-"Everything
that happened with Callie"?
-They had sex!

And the only reason
I'm telling you this

is 'cause I'm tired
of everyone acting

like Brandon's the one
being selfish,

when really he's just
trying to make things easier

for everybody else.

And his moms know?

Yes.

And that's why
there's nothing I can say
to get him to move home.

(phone beeps)

(sighs)

Ah!

(phone beeping)

(screams)
All right!

(quieter)
All right.

(buzzer sounds)

So-- so did you find Molloy?

We did, um...

(clears throat)

Unfortunately,
he doesn't remember that day,

but he's not saying that
you weren't at the rec center,

he just-- you know,
it was four years ago.

But the good news is
we found something else.

We've been going
through your lawyers files,

and there was a missing page
in the forensics report,

and it said that the killer
most likely was right-handed.

Well, I'm left-handed.

I know, so Aaron's gonna talk
to the lawyers at JJC,

hopefully it'll be enough
for them to take on your case.

You know, if they can
prove that this page

was deliberately withheld
from your attorney,

this could be huge.

-What's wrong?
-(bitter chuckle)

(mutters)

I spent a lot of time
trying to get used to the idea

that I was probably
gonna die in prison.

It's been a while
since I've had any hope.

(tools ratchet and buzz)

Mariana: No.

No, no, okay,
what were you thinking

running wire
on the exterior?

-Well--
-You're just asking for it
to get cut on the field.

-But I--
-These kinds of mistakes

-are gonna get us slaughtered.
-Okay.

-All right, um...
-Here, I'll do it myself.

Someone's
a little tense today.

Okay, we don't have time
to keep building

and rebuilding this robot

if we want to be ready
for competition in three days.

But you do have time
to go visit Nick?

Can we not talk
about that right now?

So you're
not stressed
about it?

He's locked up.

Not that locked up
if he has access to a phone

-and is texting you constantly.
-(sighs)

Oh, and where
have you been?

-I-- I hit my head and--
-Whatever!

Just help Emma
mount the shooter.

Where is my soldering iron?

Yeah, don't worry.
I'm sure I'm fine.

It's probably
just a concussion.

She's been like this all day.

Yeah, welcome to the last
16 years of my life.

(both chuckle)

-What did you do?
-Um...

I just got into it
with a nail gun.

You should see
the other guy-- gun.
Never mind.

(laughs)

Does it hurt?

Yeah, I mean,
a little.

You don't have
any aspirin, do you?

Yeah.

So what are you doing
with a nail gun?

Um, I was helping Gabe out
with the garage remodel.

He hasn't been showing up,

so my moms are
kind of freaking out,

but can we not tell Mariana?

Okay.

Do you think
he's blowing the job off?

No, no, no, he's--
he's sick.

No, he wouldn't do that.
He's a good guy.

Well, I think you're
a good guy for helping him.

Uh, a good enough guy
to, uh...

have another chance...

with you?

I-- I haven't had time

to think about that.

-Okay.
-Hey! Less talky,
more worky.

Ooh, can I have some of those?

My head is killing me!

Jesus:
Yeah, if her head
doesn't kill her,

I might have to.

(knocking)

Hey, what are
you doing here?

Well, don't sound
so happy to see me.

Sorry, I just, um...

What's going on?
Is everything okay?

Uh, well,

I've just been thinking
a lot about the house.

You know? Um...

(sighs)
So I asked my mom

if she would help us out.

-And?
-Well, she doesn't
have the cash...

but she offered
to sell her condo,
move in with Will.

-Move into his motor home?
-Which--

-You know, we can't let her do.
-For his sake as much as hers.

(both chuckle)

Well, I, uh--
I made a call

today as well
to the IRS,

and, um...

They said that
they would stay the lien
on the home

if we could come up
with $2,000 a month.

(chuckles)

Okay, so we could
work nights and weekends.

-Seven days a week.
-Just to never see the kids

or each other...

just to pay
for a house that...

wouldn't feel like a home
'cause we're never there.

So I guess we'll call
the real estate agent?

First we need
to talk to the kids.

Yeah.

Okay, Mason, so,

-the blanket is an island...
-(door opens)

and the rest of the floor
is the ocean.

So you don't want
to fall off the blanket,

or else you'll fall
in the water and drown.

-Right?
-Wow, drowning?

Is that like a new
parenting technique?

(chuckles) Uh.

I just-- I really
have to practice,

so unless you
want to watch him?

No, no, looks like
you got it covered.

Oh, um, thank you
for putting my, uh...

you know,
in my backpack yesterday.

Yeah.

Oh, no, no, no, no.
Hey, buddy,

no, no, this isn't a toy.

All right, go back
on the island

or else you'll get
eaten by the sharks.

All right? Stay there.

(plays piano)

Hey.

What's up?

(sniffs)

Are you stoned?

Uh, a skunk...

sprayed me.

(chuckling)

A stoned skunk.

(whispers harshly)
You're high.

Are you freaking
kidding me?

What is wrong with you, Jude?

Upstairs, now!

Oh, you need a shower
before moms get home
and bust your ass.

Hurry up!

(plays Chopin's Etude No. 10)

(sighs)

Mason?

Mason!

Mason!

No, no, no, no, no.
Mason!

Brandon:
Mason, where are you!

Stef: In here!

I don't think
I've ever seen that

blue eye shadow
on you before.

Stef:
Mariana, could you
put that away please?

Sorry, one sec.

I have so much to do
on this robot,

I should really
be in the lab right now.

Stef:
Okay, well, this is not
gonna take long.

We just want you guys
to know first...

-(Mason laughing)
-that everything is okay.

We're gonna be fine.

Stef:
Mason, I would like you
to sit down now, please.

Good job, buddy.

Callie:
Um, so what's up then?

(sighs)

We, uh--

we're selling the house.

-You're kidding me, right?
-Are you serious?

-We-- What? Why?
-For financial reasons.

What's going on with you?
Are you okay?

-He bumped his head.
-How'd you do that?

Jesus:
I'm fine, it's nothing.
I just-- I have a headache.

Ugh, tell me about it!

So we're losing
the only home

that we've ever known?
Great.

Brandon:
Where are we moving to?

Jesus:
Why do you care?

You don't even
live here any more.

-Hey, Jesus.
-Hey, I've lived here
longer than you have!

Oh, yeah, and now you're
shacking up with your MILF.

-Jesus, hey!
-What?

-"Mother I'd Like to Facebook."
-Cut it out now.

Wait, are we like broke?

(Mason babbles)

Oh, God, I'm not
gonna get into
a decent school.

-Are we gonna be homeless?
-Mariana, listen.

(sighs)

Grandma and Grandpa are
going through a rough patch,

and since they have money
invested in this house,

we-- we need to sell it
to pay them back.

We're gonna be fine,
you guys.

Okay? We're gonna rent
until we can buy a new house.

We're gonna have
to live in an apartment?

-(Mason babbles)
-Mariana, a lot of people
live in apartments.

-Mason: Uh-oh.
-Okay, you have got
to tell Courtney

that she needs
to get her son
under control.

I can't tell her how
to parent her kid.

Someone should.
You okay, bud?

-Yes.
-Okay.

-We're gonna go, all right?
-What?

-Come on, Mason.
-Where are you going?

We're gonna go.
Say bye, Mason.

-Bye.
-Bye, buddy.

Callie:
Mason, bye, buddy.

I can't believe
this is happening.

Are we still gonna
be able to go to Anchor Beach?

Lena:
Of course you will
go to Anchor Beach, honey.

-Now where are you going?
-I don't-- I don't feel so good.

-Jesus!
-Oh my God!

Honey, are you okay?
What's going on?

Hi, sweetie!

Oh, were you
a good boy for Brandon?

-Yeah.
-Was he?

-Mason: Yeah.
-Uh, yeah, yeah.

He was pretty good,
except he got into
my mom's makeup.

What?
How did that happen?

Weren't you watching him?

Well, I was,
but it turns out

playing Chopin's
Etude Number 10

while watching a toddler
is harder than you think.

Great, like your moms
need another reason to hate me.

-(Mason plays keyboard)
-They don't hate you.

-(juice splashes)
-Mason, dammit!

No, no, no, no!
How many times

do I have to have to tell you?
Hands off the keyboard!

-This is not a toy!
-Okay, Brandon, it was
an accident.

No, he needs
a time out, Cort!

Hey, don't yell at my son!
It's not your place

-to discipline him!
-Well, somebody needs to.

I discipline him.

No, you don't!
You let him run wild!

You don't set
any boundaries!

Okay, that's why
he's in our bed every night,

and that's why
he ruins our stuff.

-He's out of control!
-Great.

It's good to know
what you think of me
as a mother.

-(sighs) Cort.
-It's time for bed.

What's taking so long?

I don't know.

Do you think
he's gonna be okay?

I mean, he's gonna
be okay, right?

I'm sure
it's nothing serious.

He probably just
forgot to eat lunch
or something.

(exhaling)

Are you all right?

Just, I still have
this freaking headache.

Maybe it's empathy pain.

You know,
like twin-tuition.

What?
It's a thing.

No, it's not that.

I took some of
Jesus's ADHD pills.

Why?

To stay up,
to stay focused.

That's like taking speed.
Are you crazy?

I'm just so stressed out
about the competition.

You don't need
to take pills.

You're brilliant, okay?

And we've got this.

And the whole point
of the competition

is to have fun
and to learn something,

not... to be an idiot.

I know.

Promise me
you won't take any more.

I won't.
I promise.

It was stupid.

Hey, is he okay?
What happened?

We're not sure.
Apparently he hit his head

earlier in the afternoon,

and then just collapsed
after you left.

Lena:
They just took him
for a CAT-scan.

We're just
waiting to hear.

Doctor: Mrs. Foster?

-Did you find anything?
-We did.

Something pretty surprising.

-What is that?
-That's a...

Doctor: Nail.

As you can see,
it's embedded several inches
into his frontal lobe.

-Oh my God.
-(gasping)

-What?
-First of all,
it's not life-threatening,

and we're lucky it
didn't reach his motor cortex.

(sighs)
So he's gonna be okay?

There is a slight chance this
could affect his speech center.

We won't know
until we remove it.

How-- how did this happen?

Well, has he
been using a nail gun?

N-- (sighs)
Has he?

No, not on the robot.

Emma:
Um, he told me that
he was working on your garage,

and that the gun recoiled
and hit him in the head.

What was he doing
working on the garage?

I think he was, um,

covering for
his birth father.

Why-- why wouldn't
he say something?

Doctor: The skull has
pain-sensitive nerves,

but there aren't any
within the brain itself,

so he probably
didn't realize he did anything
more than nick himself.

-(sighs)
-Okay, is he awake?

Is he aware
of what's happening?

We have him sedated
and we're prepping him
for surgery,

and Dr. Wong,
our top neurosurgeon,
is on her way,

so your son will be
in the best hands possible.

-Can we see him?
-Uh, yes, but just
the moms for now.

It's going to be okay.

Okay, don't worry.

Jesus'll be okay.

It's gonna be all right.

Hey, Ana called me
about Jesus.

What happened?
Is he all right?

No, he's not.

He shot himself in the head
with your nail gun.

-What?
-Brandon: He's got
a nail in his head

because you didn't show up
to do your job.

Look, I'm sorry,
I've been sick. I didn't--

Just go...

before my moms see you.

I'm-- I'm really sorry.

Yeah, well,
if he's not okay,
it's on you.

(whispering)
So is this something
you do now?

You get high?

I don't want
to talk about it.

Fine,
you can talk
to moms.

All right, fine.

It's the first time
I've smoked it,

but... I ate some
gummy worms before--

well, like, edibles.

Where'd you get them?

I'm not kidding.
I'll tell them.

All right! God!

Noah has a medical
marijuana card.

Don't lie to me, Jude.

I swear.
His mom got it for him
for anxiety.

What kind of mom gives
their 15-year-old kid pot?

I don't think
it's any worse than
giving him a bunch of pills.

Oh my God.

Look, people use it
for attention problems,

-like Jesus.
-(sighs)

You don't judge him
for taking his meds, do you?

-No, that is--
-At least weed is natural.

Okay, well, let's be real.

People use it sometimes
as an excuse to get high.

Well, it helped me.

I was a little anxious
before my test
the other day,

so I took some.

And guess what?
I got an "A."

Seriously,
you're getting high
at school?

Don't be an idiot, Jude!

Look, if I find out
that you've done it again,

I will go straight to moms,
and I'm not kidding.

-Hey, any word yet?
-No, he's still in surgery.

-Thanks for coming, Mike.
-Yeah, of course.

(quietly)
You get a chance
to talk to Courtney?

-Uh, yeah.
-Well, what'd she
have to say?

Uh, let's talk
about it later.

Who's that?

It's Aaron.

Should I be worried
about this guy?

No, we're texting
about Kyle.

The JJC's not taking his case.

What about the report
that said the killer
was right-handed?

(sighs)
They said it's not enough.

He just can't
catch a break.

You know,
and what's so unfair is that
he has an alibi witness

who would get him out
if he just told the truth.

I love how much
you care about people, Callie,

but maybe this time,
you ought to just--

What? Give up?

No, and let Kyle go to
a maximum-security prison,

where he'll be
beaten and raped

and treated like
a piece of garbage
for the rest of his life?

I didn't mean it like that.

No, I know.

Um, I'm gonna
use the restroom, okay?

Hey, so, uh,
I've been thinking.

I'm not really comfortable
with you and Callie

being intimate
under my roof.

Oh, well, okay.

'Kay.

Callie!

Hey.

Noah, hey.

-How's Jesus?
-Still in surgery.

-Oh, and this is my mom.
-Nicole.

I'm one of the volunteer
chaplains at the hospital,

so we just wanted
to come by and see

if there's anything we can do
for you and your family.

Yeah, there is.

Um, look,
it's your business

if you want to buy
pot for your son,

but I don't want him
giving any more of it
to my brother.

-Did you?
-Just once.

(clears throat)
I'm sorry.

Maybe it is better
if we just go.

Maybe it is, yeah.

Hey.

My love,
how you doing?

(weakly)
Jueves cheeseburger,
para hermana y...

private taco.

What, baby?

-(laughs) Psych!
-Ugh!

-Brandon: What? Come on.
-Jesus, stop.

-Jesus.
-Well, that's too bad,

you know, because
it would've been nice
to live in a world

-without your awful jokes.
-Mariana: Uh-huh.

-Ha.
-Hey, it's a good
look for you.

So they went up your nose
and into your brain?

Mariana:
Meh, it probably
wasn't too hard.

There's a lot of
extra space up there.

-(laughing)
-(laughs sarcastically)

Are you in pain?

No, no, it's not bad.

Mm-hmm, well, by the way,

you are banned
from using power tools

for the rest
of your natural life.

Marian:
Oh, and you totally
don't deserve to here this,

but Emma
told me to tell you

quote, "She's done
thinking about it,

and the answer is 'yes.'"

(laughing)

-(Callie chuckling)
-Oh.

-(phone beeping)
-Stef: I don't think
I want to know.

Lena:
So the realtor wants to talk
about the listing price.

Are you seriously
on your phone right now?

You told Noah's mom
what we did?

No, I told Noah not
to give you any more
gummy worms

and his mother
happened to be there.

After all
the stupid stuff
that you've done

and I've never
told anybody,

you go and tattle on me?

You know what?
I'm never gonna tell you
anything again.

So just stay out
of my life...
for good.

Stef:
Hey, everybody,
come here, come here.

I know that we're
all upset about the house...

but it doesn't
matter where we live.

Home is-- it's just
where we're all together.

Stef: Yes?

You kind of sound
like a greeting card.

(all laughing)

What are you doing?

My job.

Your job is going to someone
who can keep his commitments,

not put my son
in harms way.

Look, I feel terrible
Jesus got hurt.

Okay,
but you have to know

that I did not ask him
to come in here

and work for me.
I would never do that.

It doesn't change
the fact that he did

because you
weren't here, Gabe.

I don't mean to keep
letting him down, and...

I am appreciative

of everything
you've done for me.

It certainly doesn't
seem that way,

the way you've been acting.

What do you want?
I'm struggling here.

With what?
What is wrong with you?

What's going on?

I-- I don't know
what the problem is.

I don't know
what's wrong with me.

Have you really
been sick, Gabe?

Really?

I just--

I'm really
having a hard time,
you know...

even getting out
of bed in the morning.

Sounds like depression to me,
don't you think?

Yeah, I guess,
but it's not your problem.

(sighs deeply)
Look, peace, okay?

Can we just--
just talk to me.

It's stupid for men
to feel this way.

If you don't
do anything about it

because you think it's stupid,
it's never gonna get better,

-is it?
-Look.

I thought...

that when I got off that list
that everything would be normal.

But all I can think about
is how much of my life

was wasted...

and how I'm never gonna get
any of that time back.

Yeah, you won't,
that sucks.

Now the only thing
you can do is get help,

make sure that
you don't lose any more.

I really...

need to finish this.

Okay.

-(car engines revs)
-Thank you.

(people chattering)

-How are you?
-Good.

Excuse me, Mr. Molloy.

Sorry to bother you again.

I already told you, okay?
I don't remember.

Look, I know
that's not true.

I know that you remember
that Kyle was at the rec center

the day that
Mrs. Johnson was killed

because you
talked to his lawyer.

Look, uh,
it was four years ago.

Right, I don't remember
what I had for breakfast today,

-so-- what can I get you?
-Look, an innocent
17-year-old kid

is gonna spend the rest
of his life in prison

if you don't tell the truth.

You need to leave me alone.

Okay? I've got work to do?

My mom's a cop.

We know that you were arrested
right before Kyle's trial...

for lewd and lascivious
acts with a minor!

You need to
get the hell out of here.

And we know
you made a deal.

I said get the hell
away from me, bitch!

-Hey!
-Do not touch me!

What is going on?

-Are you the manager?
-Yes!

Okay, you should know
that you're employing
a child molester!

I don't know who
this crazy bitch is.

She just came up to me,
started screaming.

-Right, you need to leave.
-How can you live with yourself?

-No, seriously, how?
-Do I need to call the cops?

No, I'm going.

You should know
this isn't over.

-(car engine whirs)
-Why don't you take your break?

(phone rings)

Hey, it's Molloy again.

That girl I told you about,
she came back,

and she knows about
the deal we made.

-Man on phone: How?
-I don't know.

She says her mom's a cop.

Man:
What the hell
is going on?

Molloy:
Beats me.

Man:
What's her name again?

-(engine turns)
-Callie Adams-Foster.

Man:
All right,
I'll handle it.

(theme music playing)