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Previously on The Fosters...

Oh, don't forget
you're picking up Mason
from preschool this afternoon.

I was hoping I could get
some time to practice.

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

His moms are blaming him
for everything that happened
with Callie.

-What do you mean, "everything
that happened with Callie"?
-They had sex.

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?

-Mariana: He's locked up.
-Not that locked up if
he has access to a phone

and is texting you constantly.

Callie:
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.

I have some tax issues
with the IRS.

-We're selling the house.
-Mariana: Why?

You're kidding me, right?

Woman:
Well, we obviously can't show
the house like this.

I mean, you're gonna need
to get rid of half the furniture

-and all of this... clutter.
-(piano music playing)

And these are
gonna have to go.

People want to picture
their lives in the home,

not yours.

Mariana:
Moms!

The robotics competition
is tomorrow.

Can't Brandon take a break
for like 20 minutes?

I'm trying to think in C++,
but all I can hear is C-minor.

-Brandon: Major.
-Please.

(sighs)
Sorry.

And have you
considered having the house
professionally cleaned?

(sighs)

(music continues, muffled)

-Sounds like Brandon's here.
-Yeah, he has his Juilliard
audition in a couple of days.

Hey, I was thinking
maybe tomorrow after school,

I could come over.
I mean, if you're sure
that Mike will be at work.

-(giggles)
-Yeah, well...

Mike doesn't want us
hooking up at the apartment.

-Uh-huh.
-Mmm.

Okay, so where does Mike
want us hooking up?

-(both laugh)
-Well, Mike didn't say.

I mean,
he'd probably never know.

No, no. I mean,
if he doesn't want me there.

I-- I just think it's
because he kind of sees you
like a daughter, in a way.

-How about here?
-When is there not someone
at my house?

When they're
at school and work.

And what are these?

Oh, those are case file--
It's a long story.

Okay, well,
they're gonna need
to be moved.

So, how soon
do we think we can get
this place presentable?

Uhh... umm...
a couple of weeks?

Let's say a week.
We're coming up on the holidays,
nobody's house-hunting then.

Okay, we will do
the best we can.

Thank you.
Thank you very much.

-Hi, AJ.
-Uh, hey.

(music continues)

-So, I'll--
I'll see you tomorrow?
-Yeah.

All right.

-Hey.
-Hey.

-So, as I was saying--
-Mariana: How much does
the robot weigh?

-117 lbs!
-Mariana:
What's the weight limit?

Jesus: 120!

Bye.

Uh, excuse me.

(clears throat)

Hello. Hi.

-Sorry.
-Mm-hmm.

-See you tomorrow.
-Bye.

-Bye.
-Bye.

-Mariana:
I didn't hear you!
-120!

-Mariana: What?
-One--

Jesus, can you just
go up there, please?

Hey, stop yelling!
We have company!

So, this should
go without saying,
but we're gonna need

all of the kids
out of the house
for the showings.

We want people
to experience this
as a quiet and serene home,

not a college dorm. Okay?

Okay.

Oh, hello. We're looking
for a Callie Adams Foster.

Okay then, talk soon.

(sighs)
Brandon, can you please stop
for a minute?

-(music stops)
-I'm Callie's mom.

What do you need
to see her for?

-What's going on?
-Are you Callie?

-Yes.
-Do you know a man
named Patrick Molloy?

(theme music playing)

♪ It's not where
you come from ♪

♪ It's where you belong ♪

♪ Nothin' 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 ♪

-Sorry to disrupt
your evening.
-Not at all.

Thank you for stopping by.
Be safe, guys.

Thank you.

(long sigh)

You went by his work
several times, Callie?

It was only twice.

He's accusing you of harassment.

This is serious, Callie.

All I did was try to talk
to him about Kyle.

You told his boss
he's a child molester.

-Well, he is.
-Stef: I understand

that you're upset, okay?
I am too,

but I am already looking
into Molloy

and why the molestation charges
were dropped.

We know why they were dropped.

He made a deal with
the detective on Kyle's case.

He changes his story
and in return,

he gets away with abusing
some poor kid,

and Kyle goes to prison
for the rest of his life

for something he didn't do.
It's not right.

We don't know a deal
was made, Callie.

But regardless, listen,
I am the police officer
here, okay?

Please let me handle this.
Do you understand?

Callie.

Okay.

-(sighs)
-Can I go?

Yes.

Oh, hey, we need
to clean out the house,

so I need you to take
those case files

back to wherever
you got them, please.

(sighs)

I don't want her
involved in this.

She has enough to focus on
with her senior project

and where the hell's
she's gonna apply to college.

I don't need
her solving cold cases.

I hear you. I do.

(sighs) And hopefully,
with those police officers
stopping by here tonight,

she is no longer
gonna be playing
amateur detective.

-Okay?
-She better not.

You know what?
It would be great
if you could focus

a little more
on what's going on
at home, too.

We've got enough
on our plate right now.

(sighs)

(crickets chirping)

(birds chirping)

-(rock music playing)
-(people chattering)

Emcee on P.A.:
Welcome to the FIRST Robotics

Southern California
Regional Competition.

Every team must have
their robot inspected

before our games begin.

And once
you're cleared to play,

one of our referees
will run down the rules
of today's tournament.

Next up at the weigh station,
the Bagel Bytes.

Academics, you're on deck.

Hey, hey, let's not
be intimidated, okay?

You guys are ready.

Remember
the FIRST Robotics mantra?

Group:
Gracious professionalism
and "coopertition."

Yeah. Oh, great.

-Who's that?
-Palomar Academy.

Regional champs
the last four years.

-They're all, like, adults.
-Is that allowed?

Craig:
It's a little controversial.

Their "coach" is
an aerospace engineer.

All the other mentors
also worked in the field,
one way or another,

but technically, yeah,
it's allowed.

What, so they need
two mentors per kid?

Hey, good to see you
again, Greg.

It's Craig.
You know it's Craig.

Right. Look,
we're in the same alliance
this first round,

which means your team
should be sitting pretty

-when we start round two.
-(chuckles)

-You're welcome.
-(laughs)

Go, Team Palomar!
Systems check in five!

-We're never gonna beat them.
-Hey, never say never.

And winning isn't everything.
Remember, guys, this is
a coopertition.

Huh? Okay,
let's weigh this thing in.

(emcee speaks indiscernibly)

Look who's here.

-Hey there.
-What are you doing here?

Just came
to watch you lose.

Oh yeah?
Well, you're gonna be
very disappointed.

-So, you got a hanging arm?
-Yeah, we do.

-And it works?
-Why would we have
a hanging arm if it didn't work?

We also have
an autonomous program.

-And it's a great high shooter.
-Well, we'll see, I guess.

Let's go.

Yeah, losing is not an option.

Understood?

If we don't make the top six,
I'm gonna kill somebody.

-(beeps)
-120.5.

You're half a pound overweight.

You told me
it was 117 lbs.

Well, yeah,
that's what Emma said.

Wow. Way to throw me
under the bus.

(mouths)

I weighed it
on my bathroom scale.

-Your bathroom scale?
-Sorry. It's all I had.

Okay, well,
what if we take
the hanging arm off?

No!

-(whispers) It doesn't work.
-Nobody knows that.

And the potential
of it working makes us
more of a threat.

Penny:
Guys, we have
to do something.

First round starts
in 15 minutes.

It's just half a pound.
Can't you just let it slide?

Sorry, Anchor Beach.
You don't make weight,
you're not eligible to compete.

Now remember,
the house hasn't
been staged yet,

so you're gonna need
to use your imagination.

But since you're only
in town today, I'm gonna
give you a sneak peek.

Thank you.
Great bones.

So, why don't we start upstairs
and work our way down?

All right.
Two teenage boys
live in this room,

so hold your breath.
(chuckles)

-Is this your first child?
-No, we-- we have
a three-year-old boy.

-And we're having a girl.
-Oh, well, that's perfect,

because one
of the great features
of this house

is the Jack and Jill bathroom.

That was Jack...

and this is Jill.

So, the natural light
that this room gets--

-(gasps) Oh my God.
-Oh.

-Oh my God!
-Sorry.

Apparently,
Jill has company.

-Yeah, we didn't know anyone--
-I can see that.

So, let's just continue on
to the master, shall we?

Woman:
Mm-hmm.

I'm sorry.

I don't think the universe
wants us having sex.

(both laugh)

Mariana: I can't believe
I let you put all of these holes
in my beautiful robot.

Jesus:
Well, it got
the weight out, didn't it?

Tray on.

-(rock music playing)
-(people chattering)

Referee:
Okay, remember, the first
15 seconds of each round

are for autonomous drive only.

Drivers must keep
their hands off the controls
during this time.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, we all know
what "autonomous" means.

What the hell happened
to your robot?

We just had a weight issue,

-but we're good now.
-Yeah, we cheese-holed it.

I can see that.

When the buzzer sounds,
we start the tele-op portion,

so you can go ahead
and grab your controls
and operate manually.

You should've taken
the hanging arm off.

Referee:
...clearing defenses,
shooting boulders,

and scaling the tower.

Good luck.

Hey, rookie mistake,
trying to hang a robot.

Not if it works.
Scaling the tower
gets you the most points.

Yeah, well,
that's fool's gold, right?

A strong, consistent robot
always wins the day.

I'm surprised
Greg didn't tell you that.

Well, we let the kids
make the decisions.

since this is
a high school competition,
not Boeing.

Palomar has won
four years in a row.

How many times has
Anchor Beach even placed?

Exactly. Help us
help you learn something, okay?

One, forget him.
Two, you've got this.

Come on, guys.

So, what is the highest
that we've ever placed?

Eleventh, back in 2010.

Okay, so maybe douchey
does know something.

Maybe, but he doesn't have
to be so douchey about it.

Hear ye, hear ye!
Lords and ladies,

welcome to the FIRST Robotics

Southern California
Regional Competition!

Today's tournament
will be an epic contest

between worthy champions
representing many kingdoms.

-Whoa. This-- this is...
-Amazing.

Emcee:
...battle in a joust
of the mind.

And so,
without any further folly,

let the games begin!

(cheering)

Alliances!
To your driver stations.

Good luck.

Go, Anchor Beach
Anchor Bytes!

-Oh my God,
what is she doing here?
-Whoo! Whoo!

Drivers, behind the line!

-And three, two, one. Charge!
-(buzzer)

-And the games are on!
-(beeping, whirring)

Red alliance is off
to a quick start.

What's happening?

-Nothing.
-Yes, I can see that.

-Maybe it's
a problem with our code?
-I quadruple checked it.

Emcee:
Anchor Beach did not code
an autonomous program.

-Oh no.
-Emcee: They'll have
to make up a lot of ground

-in the tele-op
portion of the round.
-Oh no, no, no, no, no!

What the hell is happening?
Are you kidding me?

Come on, guys,
get that thing moving!

Dudes, this is a disaster.

Why is there a grown man
yelling at my daughter?

He's Palomar's coach.

-There's nothing
I can do about it.
-Excuse me.

Lyons:
Come on, come on!

-(emcee speaking)
-Are you kidding me?

I am not letting
you guys drag us down!

Excuse me. Excuse me.
This is a student competition,

so how about
we just bring it down
a couple of notches?

Oh, because I am just
doing my job here

and if you don't have
a reason to be back here,

you should be in the stands
with the normal people.

Or better yet,
how about you pack up

your useless team
and go home, okay?

Emcee:
Palomar and Hamilton
giving it their all

despite the Anchor
weighing them down.

-Brandon!
-Hey, buddy.

(grunts)
How's it going?

-(chuckles)
-What's this?
Oh, is that for me?

-Yeah.
-I'll-- I'll put it
in my locker, okay?

Sorry. I picked him up
from preschool and he really
wanted to see you.

Yeah, yeah, that's fine.

(Mason babbles)

We missed you last night.

Yeah, I missed
you guys too.

I was just practicing
so late that...

Oh yeah, no, I get it.

-How's it going?
-All right, I guess.

Kinda feels
like I'm cramming

for the biggest test
I've ever had to take.

You're gonna be great.

So, am I gonna
see you tonight?

Uh, yeah, yeah, I think so.

It might
be late again, but--

-Yeah. No pressure.
-(both chuckle)

I-- I know.

Um, are we...

-Are we okay?
-What do you mean?

Are you still upset
about what I told your dad?

-Cort, we already
talked about this.
-(Mason babbles)

I know, but are you sure
that's not the reason

-why you didn't
come home last night?
-Cortney...

I have the audition...
of my life in a few days.

Okay? I don't have time
to rehash this.

I know, I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to stress you out.

Okay, well,
do what you have to.

-We're fine.
-Okay.

-Bye, Mason.
-Bye, Brandon.

-Hi. Everything okay?
-Yeah. (sighs)

-Except, um...
-Except?

...my dad knows about us.
Cort told him.

-Why?
-It doesn't matter.

No, it's just...

-explains a lot.
-About what?

-It's fine.
I gotta go.
-What?

What did you do?
The robot was working
before you went cheese-holing.

What, you mean
before I made us eligible
and saved the day? Again.

Oh, you call making
complete fools of ourselves
saving the day?

Guys! It's probably
just a loose wire.

-Great! There's like 50 wires!
-Jesus: Okay, I don't need this.

-Mariana: Fine!
Well, we don't need you.
-Yes, we do.

We need both of you.
We've got 10 minutes
until the next round,

so let's start
checking wires. Now.

I need a second.

Emcee:
We're resetting the field
for the next round.

-Don't go too far.
-Miss Thing.

-A moment, please.
-There's no time.

Honey, is this really
how you want to lead,
with an iron fist?

The whole point of this
is to work together
and solve problems.

Okay, this is exactly
why I didn't want
my mom to come.

I'm not here as your mom.
I'm here s your vice principal.

Well, you're talking
to me like my mom,

which is stressing
me out even more
than I'm already stressed out,

because we just wasted
our first round,

and I've got minutes to make up
for that pathetic performance
that we just did.

So either leave
or leave me alone.

Excuse me.
Hi, do you have a moment?

We're-- we're looking
into the murder
of Martha Johnson.

Didn't they already
catch the kid who did it?

And aren't you
a little young to be cops?

Sorry. I work
for an organization called
the Juvenile Justice Center.

Yeah, we believe that the kid
who was convicted...

Well, he didn't do it,
and the real killer's
still out there.

Well, I didn't know Martha
all that well.

My husband and I
had just moved here
when it happened.

It was all so awful.

Is there any chance
you remember anyone unusual
hanging around at the time?

Someone who seemed sketchy,
like they didn't belong here?

No, not that I can think of,

but it was
a long time ago, so...

In the detectives' notes,
they wrote down something
about a curb painter

knocking on doors.
Does that ring a bell?

-It doesn't. I'm sorry.
-Okay. Thank you.

So, let's say
we find this curb painter

or some other weird dude
who was in the neighborhood.

What's the plan?
Just walk up to them and ask,

"Hey, by any chance,
did you kill an old lady
four years ago?"

No, but maybe...
we can prove that the police

never followed up
on any leads that could've led
to another suspect.

You know? Or we could find
someone who had...

a record
and maybe a motive.

Couldn't that create
reasonable doubt?

-It could.
-And would that be enough
to get the JJC to take his case?

-It would help.
-(cell phone ringing)

-You can take it.
-No, it's fine.

-Trouble in paradise?
-Oh, there's always trouble
when I'm involved.

(knocks)

Okay, we'd better
have fixed this.

I will not be humiliated again.

Hey, you're not the only one
on the team, you know.

Emcee:
...'cause round two begins
in three minutes.

Look at her giving us
the stink eye.

I bet they hate not being
the only all-girl team
behind the glass.

Yeah, well, they go
to an all-girl school,

-so it's not like
they had to earn it.
-Oh no, she's coming over here.

Let the bitch-fest begin.

Hey. I just wanted
to wish you luck

and say it's so great to see
another all-girl drive team.

-Thanks.
-Yeah, good luck, too.

Well, bye.

She seems... nice.

-Lovely.
-Don't be fooled.

I've just never
seen her act like this.

Stef on phone:
Yeah, well, like you said,

she's got a lot
to prove, you know?

No, it's more than that.
(sighs)

She jumped
into this right after
the whole Nick thing.

Maybe this is too much
for her to handle.

Well, after today,
she won't have to worry
about robotics,

and that'll be a lot of stress
taken off of her, you know?

-That's true.
-I'm glad you're there.

(scoffs)
She's not. It's a good thing
we all didn't come.

Yeah, well, do me a favor
and keep me updated
on what's going on.

I will.
Where are you?

I just--
I'm running some errands.

-(buzzer blares)
-Okay, well, the next round's
about to start. I've gotta go.

I'll call you later.
I love you.

Okay, I love you too.

(on voice mail)
Hey, Stef, it's Hank
from Vice.

So, it looks like the charges
against Molloy were dropped

because the victim
turned out to be 18.

If you wanna check him out,
it's Benjamin Torres,

636 Everwood,
apartment three.

-(beeps)
-(sighs)

Hi, is Benjamin here?

-Can I help you?
-Yeah, are you Benjamin?

-Who are you?
-My name is Stef Adams Foster.

I'm a police officer.

I wanted to know
if you'd be willing to talk

to me about a man named
Patrick Molloy.

-What's this about?
-You filed a complaint
about him four years ago,

and I was just wondering why--
why you withdrew it.

If you're police,
you know why.

How old
are you, Benjamin?

18.

18. So you were--
you were 14 back then, right?

Look, Patrick Molloy,
he's a bad guy

and he preys on kids.

I'm trying to put him away,
okay, but I'm gonna need
your help.

(sighs)

I-- I can't help you.

Why not?

Did someone try to...
get you to change your mind,

get you to change
your story, or--
like a cop or a detective?

I know you're scared,
you know? I get it.

But I really don't think
that you want this guy doing

to other kids
what he did to you.

Hey, and you can trust me.
I promise, you really can.

It was a detective.
He said...

(sighs)
he'd have
my parents deported.

Okay.

Do you remember his name?

Was it--
Was it Detective Gray?

Okay.

It's not an "8."
It's a "B."

And I didn't want
my curb painted
in the first place,

but what these guys do is,
they leave a flier in your door,

"Check this box
if you don't want
your curb painted tomorrow."

It's a total scam.
So, naturally, I forget
to check the box,

and he paints,
and the next thing I know,

I've got a guy on my doorstep
demanding money from me.

Real jackass, too. He was
very aggressive about it.

Callie:
And this was
right around the time

that Martha Johnson
was murdered?

Same week,
as far as I can remember.

I told the cops about it,
but they said that they already
got the guy who killed her,

so I didn't think much of it.

Do you remember
anything else about him?

Was there a company name
on that flier?

No... But I can tell you
where he lives.

Lords and ladies,
let FIRST Stronghold,

round two commence!
The drivers behind the line!

-And three, two,
one. Charge!
-(buzzer)

Please move,
please move,
please move.

(beeps, whirring)

-Oh, thank God.
-(cheering)

-Yes!
-(laughs)

Emcee: Round two,
and there's Anchor Beach
roaring back to life.

-Looks like they had
an autonomous program after all.
-(giggling)

Brant Country Day
wasting no time in clearing
that wall obstacle.

(buzzer)

Time for tele-op.
Anchor Beach is making up
for lost time.

Oh, they've got Culver City
pinned under their tower.

-(cheering)
-Basket, Anchor Beach!

(laughter)

-(buzzer)
-(rock music playing)

Emcee:
Round four.

That first-round malfunction
is a distant memory

for Anchor Beach,
who's on a roll.

(shouting)

Ouch! Code Orange has
Foshay pinned!

Remember, if you hit a bot
for more than five seconds,

it'll mean a point's deduction
at the end of the round.

Brant Country Day handles
the drawbridge with ease.

-They've really come on strong
this competition.
-Woo-oo-oo!

(mouths)

Round eight,
another obstacle cleared
for Anchor Beach.

It may not look pretty,
but that robot can move.

(shouting)

Emcee:
Milken's putting on a show

-at the opposite end
of the field.
-Shoot.

Emcee:
Anchor Beach scores again!

One more round like this,
and they're a lock
for the top six

and a spot in the finals!

Round nine, commence!

-Three, two,
one. Charge!
-(buzzer)

This is it, folks.

Our last round
of regular competition.

Da Vinci Academy makes
quick work of that obstacle.

And down by the tower,
Anchor Beach puts itself
in position to shoot.

-What are they doing?
-Hey, what the hell?

Emcee:
And they're pinned
by the Brant Country Day bot.

Hey, come on,
they're holding us

for way more
than the five seconds.

Hey, ref, come on!
That's at least
a yellow card!

I knew it. I knew it.
I knew that they were cheaters.

-Emcee: Uh-oh, those girls
won't let Anchor Beach go.
-Hey, ref!

What, are you blind?
Open your eyes!

That's not gracious
professionalism, Mariana.

You're gonna
get us disqualified.

Emcee: This could spell disaster
for the Anchor Beach
comeback kids.

(buzzer)

(sighs) Dilapidated house
with a jungle out front.

This has got to be it.

(doorbell rings)

So, we're just gonna ask him

if he painted Mrs. Johnson's
curb four years ago.

Yeah, and see how he reacts.

Well, what if
he reacts... poorly?

Well, there's two of us
and hopefully only one of him.

Well, looks like
he's not home,
so let's go.

Callie:
Doug Harvey.

-Where are you going?
-Just taking a look.

(barking)

Craig:
Win or lose, guys,
hell of a showing.

Yeah, not counting
that last round.

How did the refs
not call that?

I swear, if we don't
make it into the finals,

I'm going to smash
someone in the face.

Emcee:
Lords and ladies, may I have
your attention please?

-The tournament
results are in...
-(phone beeps)

...and here are
the current standings

going into
the championship round.

In first place...

Palomar Academy,
the PROGrammers.

(crowd cheering)

Yeah! All right! Yeah!

-Emcee:
In second place...
-No surprise there.

...Brant Country Day,
Baby Got Bots.

Third place,
Hamilton High school,
the Da Vinci Coders.

And fourth,
High Tech LA,

Team 4 ELEMENT.

In fifth place,
Linda Vista High School,
the Lab Brats.

And rounding out
the top six...

An...

...drews Prep,
Code Orange!

And now for the rest
of the results.

Seventh place goes
to the Foshay Learning
Center, the Wolverines.

Eighth place,
Anchor Beach
Community Charter,

-Anchor Bytes.
-Hey, eighth place.

That's the best finish
in school history.

-Emcee: Tenth place,
Culver City, Bagel Bytes.
-Hey, not bad. Seriously.

For a girl.

-Oh, no. What is she doing?
Maybe you should--
-Maybe you should.

I think we all should.

Hey.

You need to pick us
as your alliance.

This is the finals,
and you didn't even make it
into the top six.

Because you pinned us
for longer than five seconds

-and got away with it.
-Sorry.

You don't have to pick a team
that's in the top six.

It's tradition,
but it's not a rule.

And we've got a hanging arm,
which you need to beat
Palomar Alliance.

Mariana.

-Okay, deal.
-Great.

There's just one problem.

-Our arm doesn't work.
-Wait. Are you kidding me?

But here's the thing:
Palomar doesn't think it works.

-Because it doesn't.
-Exactly. It doesn't work,

but we've got
a whole hour to change that
and blindside them.

One hour.

What if we can't
fix it in time?

If we put all
of our heads together,

and we "cooperitate,"

maybe we can.

It's the only way
you're gonna win,
and you know it.

Let's show everyone
what a group of girls...

Hey.

...and a couple
of boys can do.

What do you say?

(classical score playing)

You never remember to eat
when you're practicing.

(chuckles)
Thanks.

You sure you don't want us
to drive you to the airport
tomorrow morning?

-'Cause we can if you--
-Yeah, yeah, I'm sure.

I-- I think that'll
just make me more nervous.

So, how are you feeling?
Are you ready?

If I tell you the truth,
will you promise not to say,
"I told you so"?

Uh, I shall do my best.
How's that?

Okay, well, I--
I think that I'm...

not as ready as I should be.
I--I think I've...

Well, I've been
kind of distracted, I guess.

Okay. And I think that--

(sighs)
that I might
have contributed to that.

Little bit.

I never meant to throw you
out the door, B. I didn't.

And-and--
and I know that you
are not solely to blame

for what happened
with Callie.

Okay? I am sorry
that I said that.

I'm really sorry, too, Mom.

I-- I miss you.
I do, B, and...

I just-- I would love
if you came home.

I-- I can't leave...

Cort and Mason.

Okay, what happens
if you do get into Juilliard?

Well... then
it's different, though.

Then I have to go.

Please promise me, B...

that you will not hold back
on this audition

because you feel that you have
an obligation to this girl.

I want to go to Juilliard
more than anything.

So, I promise.

Okay.

Well, you are welcome
to stay again tonight.

Practice as long
as you want, hon.

-Thanks.
-Yup.

Eat your sandwich.

So, besides the fact
that we're staking out
a potential murderer...

should I be worried
that you're a magnet
for trouble?

Probably.

So... been to juvie twice?

Yeah.

What'd you do?

I smashed up a car
with a baseball bat,

and the other time
was for running away.

That scare you?

No. I'm sure
you had your reasons.

I guess,
but I definitely...

made some bad choices.

Yeah, but...
that doesn't mean
you're a bad person.

-(chuckles)
How would you know?
-I know.

Hey.

-(brakes squeak)
-(engine stops)

(truck door opens, closes)

(keys jingle)

What do you think?

I think we should
leave the detectiving
to the real detectives.

(engine starts)

-(rock music playing)
-(people chattering)

So, we spread the word.

Okay, are we sure that this
is the right strategy?

I mean, telling everybody
our arm works?

It's done.
We just have to hope
that they fall for it.

All right, group huddle.

-What's our motto?
-All: Bitches get
things done! Whoo!

-Go, bot bitches! Woo-hoo!
-Who's that?

Um, that's just
our vice principal.

Emcee:
Let the championship
round begin

with drivers behind the line.

-Good luck.
Let's go.
-(sighs)

Sasha:
Let's do this.

-Here we go.
Here we go.
-Woo-hoo!

-Three, two, one. Charge!
-(buzzer)

-Anchor Beach
moves down the field.
-Bot coming up on your left.

Thanks.
I'm about to score.

-Emcee: Brant Country Day
shoots and scores!
-Nice.

Grab that boulder.
Guys, we gotta make every shot
here count, okay?

Block Brant.
They are killing us.

30 seconds.
No one's covering us.

They're all over Brant
and High Tech LA.

I guess they didn't believe
that we fixed the arm.

Boy: It's hang time.
Shouldn't we stop Anchor Bytes
from taking the tower?

Their arm doesn't work.
They haven't used it all day.

No, they fixed it.
Look, they're heading
toward the tower.

Hey, cover--
cover the Anchor Bytes.

-Don't let them
come back to the tower.
-Palomar's coming.

-Damn it,
they believed us.
-What do we do?

-Hey, what are they doing?
-They're retreating.

Duh! Why are they retreating?

20 seconds.

Where did you hear
that they fixed their arm?

Umm... from them.

If they fixed their arm,
are they gonna tell everyone?

Ignore that. Ignore that.
Don't cover Anchor Beach.

You focus on Brant.
Hey, focus on High Tech LA.

It's working, go!
15 seconds!

I'm going as fast as I can.

-Boy: They're coming back for--
-Shush, shush, shush.

-Pin Brant!
-But if we don't do anything--

No! Listen to me!
Stay the course, guys.
Don't fall for that.

Emcee:
Linda Vista heads off
to defend Brant

as the red alliance starts
to take an insurmountable lead!

-So, the arm works?
-Uh... we'll see.

-Fingers crossed.
-Toes and eyes.

-Emcee: But wait, Anchor Beach
is heading back to the tower?
-No, no, no. Bring it back.

Bring-- bring it back
to this tower!

Stop Anchor Beach!

All we have to do is attach.

Emcee:
Palomar is heading back
to try to stop Anchor Beach...

-Now lift.
-...but it's too late!
Their arm is attached!

-Five seconds.
-Emcee: Now it's just a matter

of pulling up to score
the 15-point bonus.

-Can they do it in time?
-Three...

-two...
-(buzzer)

-(cheering)
-Emcee: Anchor Beach did it!

The blue alliance wins!
For the first time
in four years,

we have a new champion,
Southern California.

Brant Country Day,
Anchor Beach,

and High Tech LA
came from defeat

-with a dramatic
last-second win!
-I can't believe we did it.

So, the strategy that we used
was to tell everybody
that the arm worked.

-Uh, because it did?
-Duh! We didn't lie.

Gracious professionalism,
you know?

Anyway, we knew
that no one would believe us,
because girl team, right?

And it worked.
Well, at first it didn't,
but then it did.

Oh my God, you should've seen
the look on those Palomar
engineers' faces

when our robot
lifted itself.

Whatever. It would've
made sense if you'd
actually bothered to come.

-(phone rings)
-You told us not to come.

-Um, you should've
known better.
-(phone beeps)

Anyway, you can see us
at Worlds.

That is if we can raise
the $5,000 entrance fee
in less than three weeks.

Sweetheart, maybe
you should pass on Worlds.

What? Why would I do that?

Because you've got
a lot going on, you know,

and your grades
junior year are very key
at getting into college.

Worlds would look great
on a college application.

Honey, you haven't even studied
for your SATs yet.

I know. I got this.
I can do it all.

Well, maybe you should
let some of us help.

I mean, seems like
that's your problem.

-You try to do everything.
-That's not true.

I delegate.

Hey, I saw that.

-Who was that?
-It was our Realtor.

We have an offer
on the house.

Al-- already?
They haven't even put
a sign up.

Stef:
Well, apparently,
she showed it this morning

and the couple who saw it
want to make an offer.

All cash, 10% above
the asking price.

That's good. It's, uh...
We could use the extra money.

Yeah, the other news is...

they want
a 10-day escrow...

and we'll have to be out
by the end of the month.

(piano music playing)

Sorry. I just wanted
to wish you luck.

Oh. That's okay.
I'm-- I'm done anyway.

I gotta get home
and pack.

-So, Cortney's is home?
-Oh, well, I mean, I don't know.

But... this won't
be home anymore, so...

(folk music playing)

Hey, what did
you mean today,

by the way, when you said,
"This explains a lot"?

Oh, umm, it's your dad.

I don't think
he wants me dating AJ.

Because of us?

No, because of me.

-Well-- no, don't let him--
-I'm not. (clears throat)

I'm just tired.

Of what?

People making me feel wrong.

♪ Cut back your deals
another day ♪

Good.

Anyway,
good luck tomorrow.

I'm really happy for you.
This is your dream.

♪ There's a price
to every life we pay ♪

I'm scared.

♪ I'm in debt to you
and you the same ♪

You're gonna kill it.

(cell phone rings)

-Sorry, I have
to take this.
-Yeah.

Hey. (clears throat)
No, nothing.

-♪ Just forget the cost,
what it does to me ♪
-Callie: Miss you.

♪ Just forget the cost,
what it does to me ♪

(theme music playing)

(no discernible dialog)