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Previously, on The Fosters...

Woman: Are you
the student responsible
for the art installation?

I'm a professor
at San Diego School
of Art and Design.

Grace:
You should do one thing a day
that scares you.

-What was that?
-My one scary thing
for tomorrow.

Jesus and I want to build
this massive tree house,

and I thought that you
could help.

I cannot believe
that you knew about Emma.

Jesus is starting
to get suspicious.

-You took Emma
to get an abortion?
-Stop!

-I'm sorry
that I didn't tell you.
-I hope that we're okay.

The motion to dissolve
the Anchor Beach Charter
is carried.

Crowd:
Education is a right!

Get your hands
off my sister!

-(grunts)
-Aah!

-If I don't got back to Russell,
he's gonna kill me.
-I'll go.

Hold your fire!
That's my daughter!

What's it gonna take
for you to start valuing
your life?

(sighs)

Lena: Looks like
the new neighbors
are moving in.

Stef: Here's hoping
they're an improvement
over the last ones.

(sighs)

Um, I forgot to ask
the detectives.

Am I'm gonna have to testify
in Russell's trial?

Well, your phone in the bag
ties him to the meth.

The kidnapping charge
is going to be an issue.

Why?

Because she got
into the van willingly,

knowing
that he was a pimp.

Well, at least
he's off the street.

I mean, that might not
have happened if I hadn't
gone with Diamond.

You know what could
have happened, Callie?

You could have been raped,

or you could have been
beaten or-- or killed.

Okay? This is nothing
to celebrate.

And in spite of the fact
that Troy Johnson confessed,

the D.A. has not dropped
the breaking and entering
or the hit and run or charges,

so you're not
out of the woods yet,
young lady.

(door slams)

Honey, she was terrified.

She didn't know where you were
or what was happening to you.

I know.

Congratulations!

What, uh-- what's this?

Well, my lawyers called
this afternoon,

and all charges
have been dropped
against Callie.

I am so proud of you.
You stuck to your guns.

You, uh, even saved
an innocent kid

from spending
the rest of his life
in prison.

Hip-hip!

Hooray!

Come on, guys.
Our sister's a hero.

-Mariana: Hip-hip!
-Boys: Hooray!

-Hip-hip! Hip-hip!
-Hooray! Hooray!

(theme music
playing)

♪ 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 ♪

Hey. You guys want cake?

Thanks.

How long are you gonna
stop speaking to your brother?

How long are you gonna
stop speaking to Mariana?

Forever. It's different.

(phone vibrates)

Sorry. World stuff.

When, uh--
when do you leave?

Wednesday.

So, how's the team?
You know, without...

She was our best coder, but...

we don't have to deal with her
trying to micro-manage
everyone.

How's the tree house going?
Has she taken over yet?

No.

No, she just
found us a tree.

Give her time. She will...

take over.

(scoffs)

I'm gonna go
get some cake.

So, I'm getting the feeling

you're not very happy
with this little party.

Robert, we appreciate
everything you do for Callie.

We just would have liked
a little bit of a head's up.

Well, I'm sorry.
You know, I just
wanted to surprise her.

Well, we've had
enough surprises.

Yeah, but this is--
this is good news.

The ends don't justify
the means, Robert.

Okay, she's made
a couple of mistakes, but--

She keeps making mistakes,
and we should in no way
celebrate them.

Okay, is there
something else here
that I don't know?

(clears throat)

Hey. Can I talk to you
for a second?

Uh, yeah. Sure.

So, I-I've--
I've been thinking...

and I...

wanna do my senior project
by myself.

Well, you can't.

Drew said it was too expensive
for just one student.

Well... I know.

But, I just--
I thought that

I could talk to him myself
and see what he says.

Was this Emma's idea?

No. No, not at all.

I just...

I need to prove
that I can do something

on my own.

You know?

Callie, look.
I know I'm not your parent.

All right,
but I want to help.

-I don't need your help.
-Well, we do.

Lena and I,
we're at our wits' end.
We can't watch you 24/7.

We have four other teenagers
in this house

who also need our attention.

So, you want me
to go live with Robert?

No.

(sighs)
I just wanna spend
more time with you,

support you in making
better decisions.

You have nothing
but opportunity
in front of you

if you so choose it.

You're gonna be graduating
in a few months.

You gotta finish
your college applications.

What about the professor
from the College
of Art and Design?

-Did you follow up with her?
-No.

Why not?

Callie, we love you,

but there's only so much
that any of us can do for you.

You need to decide
who you want to be,
going forward,

because this--

this girl is not acceptable.

So, what are you gonna do
on your day off?

You know me.
I'm probably gonna
go to the spa,

get a massage,
a little mani-pedi.

Well, if you have time
between treatments,

maybe you could
pick up something

to bring
to the new neighbors?

-Sure, any suggestions?
-Oh, whatever's fine.

All right. A plant.
That's a good--

No, don't get a plant.
No one wants a plant.

You're buying them
an obligation.

-Bottle of wine.
-What if they don't drink?

Are you sure that you
don't have any suggestions?

No, it's all up to you.

How about a bird feeder.
Everybody likes a bird feeder.

-You mean a rat feeder?
-Okay, seriously?

I'm sorry. Really.
Anything you choose is fine.

It's just the gesture
that counts, so.

(laughs)

Are we doing
the right thing?

I-I'm assuming you've
changed the subject.

Involving Robert more
in Callie's life?

I mean, don't forget,
he did fight us for custody.

Well, Callie's turning 18
in six months,

so... not an issue any more.

Okay, good.
Because we already have
one birth father

living in our garage.

Well, you know what they say:
"It takes a village."

This is so not like you.

I just-- I just think
that after this last thing
with Callie,

I-- I really...

I really don't know
what to do.

I know.
That was so awful for you.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

How can I help?
What can I do?

Figure out what to get
the neighbors.

(laughs)

I'm serious.

(knocking)

-What?
-(knocking)

What?

Ow!

-Hey.
-Can I come in?

Uh, yeah.
Yeah, sure. Come in.

Okay. Jesus wants to do
his senior project alone,

but I need you to say
that you won't help

unless it's both
our projects,

because you can't
choose sides.

Okay?

Um...

So, you know I'm on
the school paper, right?

I know you fold the copies
and stack them in the hallway.

It's an entry-level
position,

but I will
be writing someday.

Sorry.

So, I probably shouldn't
be showing you this.

But I took a screenshot
of an opinion piece

that they're publishing
in tomorrow's paper.

(knocking)

What did you need?

I thought we agreed we weren't
going to assign blame

for what happened
at the protest.

Oh. Yeah, we did agree,

but that article
doesn't quote me
or anyone on the board

or administration,
so it's just...

one kid's opinion.

An opinion that blames
the students,

when, in fact,
Mr. Stratos put his hands
on my daughter first.

-And your son shoved him.
-And the guards you hired
pepper-sprayed him.

He's lucky
I didn't suspend him.

And you're lucky
I don't sue you...

and the school.

(sighs)
Look.

This article is only gonna
rile everybody up again.

Not everybody.
There was a lot of kids

who weren't at the protest
and aren't happy about
what happened.

You're not suggesting
that I censor them, are you?

Woman:
I'm really glad you
reached out, Callie.

Callie:
Thank you, again,
for meeting me.

This is all, like,
really amazing.

Well, I hope you'll consider
our program,

but applications
are due soon.

Uh, what criteria
are they looking for?

Grades and SAT scores,
of course.

But they're interested
in the whole student,
so your essay is important

-and, of course,
your portfolio.
-Um...

Portfolio?
Like-- like, what?

-Your body of work.
-I don't really have
a body of work.

Um, I have some
photographs,

but my senior project
is pretty much it.

I'm surprised to hear that,
given the sophistication
of that piece.

(laughs)
Um...

So, how many pieces
would I need in my portfolio?

At least twenty
really good ones.

Look. You know,
there's always next year.

I can't wait until next year.
I need this now.

Could you, maybe...

Do you think you could
help me build it
for this year?

So, how'd it go?

Oh, I have to have
a portfolio.

What does--
what does that mean?

Just art school's
not an option,

at least not this year.

It's okay though. I--

I could go
to community college
for a year

-and maybe apply
after that.
-(scoffs)

Maybe I should
just do something else.

I don't even know
if I'm an artist.

Hey.

Hi.

So, Mariana just told me
that this tree house project

was approved for her
and not Jesus,

because he might not
be a senior next year?

Well, we don't-- we don't
know that for sure.

But he has no idea,
right?

You know,
there are a lot of unknowns
with someone who has a TBI.

We just don't
want to frighten Jesus
with all the what-ifs.

Yeah, no, I-- I get it,

but keeping things from him
blew up in a pretty big way,
you know?

Listen, Gabe,
we really do appreciate

your helping the kids out
with this project,

but as far as
what we tell Jesus

about his situation,
that's our call,
Lena's and mine.

Right. Okay, I got it.
I'm... sorry.

No, it's all good.
It's all good.

We're in a drought,
you know.

I'm allowed to water
twice a week!

Ass.

-I'm sorry. What?
-No, no. Not you!

That-- that guy.
I'm Dean Bayfield,
Your new neighbor.

Oh! Oh, my-- hi.

I'm so sorry.
I'm-- I'm Stefanie
Adams Foster.

Nice to meet you.
Sorry we haven't

welcomed you
to the neighborhood.
It's just been--

No, no. No problem.
We're up to our necks
in boxes.

Oh, yeah. I hear ya.
(laughs)

I just wanted
to talk to you
about your fence.

It's leaning
on to our property.

-Is it?
-Yeah, it looks like
the post is rotting.

-They probably should have
put in concrete.
-Ah.

Do you mind if I fix it?

Yeah. Uh, well.
I mean, how much
is it gonna cost? 'Cause--

Oh, oh. Nothing.
I'll-- I'll do it myself.

I just didn't want to do it
without your permission.

Uh, yeah.
That would be very... great.

I appreciate-- we would--
that would be great.

-Thanks.
-Sure thing.

It's nice to meet you.
And once we get settled,

-we'd love to have you over.
-That would be great.

-Us too. Have you over.
-(chuckles) Okay.

Have a good one.

This is so unfair.
Why can't we tell
our side of the story?

Because your side
could get you suspended?

-We have to fight back.
-Honey, we are fighting.

We're making our case
to the Department of Education

that Monty was still
the principal and that
Drew's vote doesn't count.

In the meantime,

I need you guys to try
to stay calm

and not agitate
the situation.

Okay. Get to class.

Jude:
This sucks.

When do they send
the paper to the printer?

They already did.

Hm.

What if they caught an error
and sent a new file?

Hey, Callie.

I need you to make arrangements
to pick up your senior project.

We don't have room
to store it.

-Uh, you can just toss it.
-Are you sure?

Yeah, I don't really
have anywhere to keep it
either.

So really, it's fine.

-So, how was your day?
-It was good!

You know,
I actually met
our new neighbors.

The husband, anyway.
His name is Dean.

And guess what?

He offered to fix our fence
and pay for it.

-Can you believe that?
-Wow. What's he do
for a living?

Um, I don't--I don't--
I don't know. I didn't ask.

-Did you get his wife's name?
-Uh, no.

Do they have children?

Oh, my gosh.
I didn't interrogate him.
I just said hi.

You know, for a detective,
it's surprising how little
information

-you get out of normal people.
-Ha, ha. That's so funny.

No, I'm actually excited
that we might have neighbors
we can be friends with.

(saw buzzing loudly)

(laughs)

I wonder how friendly
they're gonna be about
the power saw.

Do we have any idea
how long it's gonna take
to build this thing?

Well, hopefully not long,
then Gabe can be on his way.

Something happen?

(sighs)
Just a little unsolicited
parenting advice.

Oh, well, you're the one
who said it takes a village.

A statement
I may live to regret.

Speaking of,
did you talk to Robert?

How did Callie's
meeting go?

Not well.

Um, okay...
So, uh...

Helen just called me--
the art professor--

she changed her mind.
She's gonna let me
audit her classes

and help me put
my portfolio together,

so I can apply
for college this year!

Stef:
That's amazing!

(exhales)

Hey.

Hey. You lose something?

Um... no.

I have to bring an object
that defines me

tomorrow for a still life.

This is so amazing.
I mean,

you know it's one of the best
art schools in the country.

I know.
What are you doing?

I am, uh...

(clears throat)
applying for a job.

Do you think I'll be better
at flipping burgers
or scooping ice cream?

That's a hard call.
You'd be so bad at both.

(laughs)
Yup.

(cell phone beeps )

How's that going?

Uh... it's not.
(scoffs)

Why?

(drawer opens, rattles)

Well, Grace is in college,
and I'm a high school senior
not going to college next year.

I'm not exactly
boyfriend material.

No, you--
you can apply again, right?

Well, after a year,
but I mean,

I don't think I'm gonna
get into Juilliard twice.

(laughs)

Brandon,
you are so talented.

Okay? You--
you're gonna get into

a really great music school.

Don't feel bad for me.

Okay? And please
feel good for yourself.

And you absolutely
deserve this.

Thanks.

Maybe this could be
my still life.

I'm "salty," right?

Mariana:
I'm sorry! It takes me
an hour to dry my hair.

Not that you would know,
with your perfect
air dry curls.

I used to blow my hair
straight too, Mariana.
It's called time management.

Lena:
Hi!

Oh, hi.

Good morning.
You're our new
neighbors.

Hi, I'm Theresa
and this is my son, Logan.

Hi. Lena.
This is my daughter,
Mariana.

-Hi.
-Hi. I love your car.

It's so...

Logan and Mariana:
Back To The Future.

Lena:
Sorry we haven't been over
sooner to introduce ourselves.

-We just--
we have five teenagers.
-Oh, God. Bless you.

-We just have the one.
-(laughs)

-So, are you new
to San Diego?
-No.

I grew up here,
but I did my residency
at Johns Hopkins

where I met my husband,
and then I just stayed.

-Lena: So what brings you back?
-Theresa: The weather, mainly.

And I miss the beach.
(laughs)

-So, obviously you're a doctor.
-Yeah. An orthopedic surgeon.

-Where are you going to school?
-I'm not sure yet. Uh...

Somewhere with a good
football team, though.

-You play football?
-Yeah.

We're on our way
to tour a charter now.

Not Anchor Beach Charter?

Oh, no.
No. We didn't hear
good things.

Yeah, that's the school
that a kid brought a gun to,
right?

Yeah. I'm sure you guys
heard about that.

It's so scary.

Where do your kids go?

Anchor Beach Charter.

Oh, m--
I am so sorry.

You know,
I'm sure it's great.

And...

you know, honestly,
we're probably not gonna go
with a charter.

We're more
private school people.

Ah.

Well, you might like
Anchor Beach academy then.

Robert:
Hey, listen.
Before you go,

I have something
in the trunk for you.

The guy at the art store,
he said it's a good,
basic case

with all the essentials.

Thank you.

All right.

Have a great class.

I'll be here
when you're done.

-(students chattering)
-(phone rings)

-Hey.
-Grace: Hey.

Uh, are you busy
right now?

I have a job interview
in a little while.
Why? What's up?

Well, I'm in a situation,
and I could really use
your help.

-Right now?
-Yeah. Like, right now.

It's kind
of an emergency.

Have you seen this?

Yes. The Anchor Beach
Sea Breeze is where
I get all my news.

Okay.

"Not the fake news:

"What really happened
the night of the protest

"and why we should fight
to keep our school public."

Someone hacked
into the school email server,

sent a "revised" file
to the printer

that included this
unauthorized article.

Okay. Well, I'm not sure
what you want me to do
about it.

-Are your kids behind this?
-Not that I know of.

Because if they are,
that's grounds for expulsion.

I mean, talk about
working the students up.

Well, the article
doesn't appear to quote you

or anyone on the board
or administration.

It's just one kid's
opinion, right?

(rock music playing)

Callie, this is Ximena.

Ximena won
the Scholastic Art Awards

gold medal for mixed media
last year.

-Wow! Congratulations.
-(chuckles) Thanks.

She's agreed
to let you shadow her.

Thank you.

So, did you bring an object
that you feel defines you?

Yeah, I think so.

Okay. Then I'll leave
you ladies to it.

Thank you so much
for-- for doing this.

Yeah, of course.

Is that a new art set?

Yeah. It's, um--
it was a gift.

Nice.

So, why don't you get set
right here.

(music continues)

Are those yours?

Yeah. I'm on a derby team.

"X-terminate Her."

-Is that your derby name?
-Yeah.

-That's so cool.
-Thanks.

So, what did you bring
to sketch?

Um...

I think I'm gonna just sketch
my new art set.

(clears throat)

-Here.
-No, I got it. I got it. Yeah.

(music continues)

♪ You're finer
than the rest, girl ♪

-(knocking)
-Grace: Come in.

♪ And your shape
cannot be traced ♪

Hey, uh, Grace?
You okay?

Grace!
What--what happened?
Are you okay?

-Are you hurt?
-No, I'm--

I'm fine.
No one hurt me.

Here. Why are you
handcuffed to the bed?

Uh...

you know how I'm trying to do
one thing a day that scares me?

Yeah.

Yeah, so I decided to...

hook up, like,
a booty-call thing
with my ex

and, you know,
try something kinky,

but we ended up
getting into a fight--

an argument,
not a physical thing--

and he just tossed the keys
and left me like this.

What a dick.

Yeah.

So, can you unlock me,
please?

Uh, yeah.
Uh, where are the keys?

Oh, uh, right there.

(keys jangle)

-Sorry. Are you okay?
-Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm good.

-Yeah.
-Okay.

Well, um...

I think I can probably
still make to my interview
if I...

-Yes, you should go.
-...if I go right now.

-Yes, go, please.
-I'll talk to you later?

-Mm-hmm.
-Okay. Here you go.

All right.

-Bye.
-Buh-bye.

(door closes)

(groans)

(camera shutter clicks)

How's it going?

Yeah, good.
I'm just, you know,
getting some ideas.

Can I ask...

why you chose
art supplies as,

you know,
the thing that defines you?

I guess, you know,
just because, um...

you know,
I want to be an artist.

Aren't you already
an artist?

No, I'm really still
just a beginner.

Look,

I've never heard of Helen

ever allowing anyone
to audit a class of hers,

especially
a high school senior.

I mean, I figured
she made an exception

because she was impressed
with you.

As in, like,
already an artist,

not a wannabe one.

Otherwise, I mean,
why would you be here, right?

(on radio)
♪ ...fill you up inside ♪

♪ Hit me
with the truth, love ♪

♪ Waiting for the storm
to change your mind ♪

Yeah, so it's an oak tree,
which is cool.

And it's 25 feet tall.
It's big, man.

And the trunk's like
five feet all the way around.

It's for a foster family
that has like twelve kids,

some of them
are special needs, so.

Yeah, it's perfect.

We can--
we can start building
the base.

-Cool.
-Mariana came through, huh?

Well, yeah, but I mean,

she's not really gonna
work with me on it anymore.

Oh. Why not?

I mean, I want to do something
by myself.

Since I got this TBI,

people treat me
like I-I-I'm special needs.

Plus, you know Mariana.
She's just gonna take control
of the whole thing

and make it all about her.

I don't think
that's true, Jesus.

Well, I don't think
you really know her, Gabe.

That's...

I mean, I don't...

know her very well,

but, you know...

she talked to me.

She talked to you.
Yeah, of course she
talked to you.

She's-- she's trying
to get you on her side.

(sighs)

You can't
do the senior project
without her.

Wait, okay. So you are
gonna take her side?

The school won't let you.

Why? Because
it's too expensive?
She told me the same thing.

-She's probably
just making it up.
-Oh, no.

-That's not why.
-Then why?

-Talk to your moms.
-All they do is lie to me

and keep secrets.
They're not gonna tell me.

So, what is it?

Hey, Lena.

So, I thought
about what you said.
I think you're right.

We don't need
to be riling the kids up
with the school paper,

so I decided to shut it down
until the future of Anchor Beach
has been decided.

Why don't we just suspend
the Op-ed section?

Whoever hacked our email
could strike again,

and there really should be
consequences for that.

Oh, also, um...

until I know
what's happening
next year,

I'm no longer funding
any juniors doing
senior projects.

I'll see you.

-Yeah, that's great.
-Thanks.

Hey, Callie.
What's up?

Um...

Did my father,
Robert Quinn--

did he
have anything to do

with you changing your mind
about helping me?

I did speak to your father.

So, what? He just--

he wrote a big check
to the school,

so that you'd let me
audit your class?

Where do you want us
to spray fixative?

You can go
to the spray booth.
Or outside.

Hey, Ximena.

Can I get a ride?

Where?

Anywhere.

Let's go.

Hello?

Jesus, wait!

Okay...

I'm not gonna be
a senior next year?

(sighs)
We don't know that, Jesus.

-Look, I'm sorry.
I just couldn't lie to him.
-No one asked you to lie.

I asked you
not to get involved.

No, I'm glad that he did!

At least someone around here
is telling me the truth now!

-Hey! Listen to me...
-Mariana: What's going on?

I know the senior project
is yours and not mine,

which I'm sure
that you love.

-Jesus, I need you to calm down.
-No, I am not gonna calm down!

Then you can go to your room
until you are willing
to listen to me.

Now!

You too, Mariana.
I need to speak with Gabe,
please.

What? No.
I'm not going up there.

-Mariana, please!
-After what he did
to Brandon's room?

What if he takes
a baseball bat to my head?

Hi, Emma.

Is this a bad time?

No, it's okay.
Jesus is up in his room.

I'm sure he would
like to see you about now.

If you cannot respect
our authority

as the twins' parents,

I am going to have
to ask you to leave.

-(Jesus grunts)
-(loud crash)

(shouting)

(rock music playing)

(women shouting, grunting)

(whistle blowing)

Hey.

So, I just need to change
and can give you a ride home.

Oh, it's okay.
My brother's coming
to get me, so.

Okay.

You're awesome.

How did you
get into roller derby?

Well, I was an angry
14-year-old

-with a lot of hormonal rage.
-(laughs)

I needed a safe place

to knock the crap out of people
and not get arrested,

so I joined the junior team.

-Your parents
were cool with that?
-No way.

See, girls aren't supposed
to be aggressive.

We're taught
to keep it all inside.

But in derby,
I get to unleash my beast.

Be fearless.

Must be nice to have
somewhere to let go.

You don't need
permission.

I just--
I with I had somewhere
to unleash my beast.

You do.

Your art.

See, you can put
all that chaos
on a canvas.

No offense,
but do you really think

a shiny new art set
defines who you are?

Or who you want to be?

No.

Look.

If you try to be someone
you're not, you won't be happy.

And as an artist,

you won't have anything
to say.

Hey. Um, how'd
your job interview go?

I was late,
so I probably didn't make
a great first impression.

Why were you late?

Grace needed help
with something.

Is she okay?

Uh...

it was--
it was kind of weird,
actually.

So, I showed up
at her apartment,

and she was handcuffed
to the bed and couldn't
reach the keys.

Apparently
she was hooking up

with her... ex-boyfriend
or something,

and I guess
they got into a fight,

and he left her like that.

What?

Pretty sure she was trying
to have sex with you.

What? No, no, no.

Yeah. She made
a very bold move,

and... obviously
it backfired.

Oh, my God.

Jesus is gonna be
so disappointed.

Well, the one silver lining
is that Gabe can move on...

and out.

-Can I come in?
-Yes, please.

Um...

Jesus, can you
come down here,
please?

I just wanted to apologize.

I had no right telling Jesus.

Stef: Hey, bud.
Can you sit down
for a minute, please?

Can everybody sit down
so we can talk?

Um, I want to try to be
a senior next year,

even if that means
I have to go to summer school.

Honey, that's--
that's really good to hear,

um, but your senior project
will have to wait until then.

Wait, why?

Why? Because I got mad?
What, are you punishing me?

-Stef: No, buddy.
-Lena: No.

(sighs)

Drew isn't funding
any senior projects
for juniors.

What? (scoffs)

-You're lying.
-Jesus!

Jesus!

Lena:
No, I'm not lying.

He's cutting a lot of things
until we know what's happening
with Anchor Beach.

Okay, but can--
can I do it anyway?

Honey, we just don't have
the money for that.

Well, what if--

what if, um...

There's a lot of scrap wood

I can probably
get my hands on out there.

And the other materials,

I could probably
get Jesus's uncle to donate.

His birth uncle,
you mean?

Right. Sorry.

Please?

Moms?

Karen!
Hey, um...

I decided
I do what to keep
my senior project.

Oh, honey, I'm sorry.
We took it to the dumpster
already.

You know what?
Maybe it's still there.

-Yeah.
-Go on.

Something
must have happened
in art class.

(door opens)

Where you been, Cal?

I was worried.

I can't be the girl
with the rich dad

who writes a check
to get her into art school.

I-I--

I--

I didn't write a check.

I know that you went to Helen
after I met with her.

Yes, to talk to her.

All right, but I didn't--
I didn't give them
any money.

All right,
I just reminded her
of your story,

of why you don't
have a portfolio,

because you were never
in one home

or one home school
long enough to recognize
your potential.

That you never got a chance.
That's all I asked her to do,
was just to give you a chance.

But only if she
believed in you, which...

obviously she does.

You don't.

I know you all think
that I'm "unacceptable."

Oh, wait, that--
that's not what we meant.

That's what you said.

Now, I know that
you're really mad at me,

but when you first met me

you told me that
I wasn't disposable,

and I'm really
trying to believe that.

I'm not mad at you.

I'm scared for you.

I'm scared
of losing you, Cal.

I can't just throw away

all that stuff
that happened to me.

Honey,
we don't want you to.

(Lena sighs)

Come with me.

Lena:
I saw them taking it
to the dumpster.

We don't want you
to throw away your past,
Callie.

We just want you
to stop repeating it.

Stef:
We want you
to be safe, Callie.

You know,
we want you to be 17.

You don't need to carry
the weight of the world
on your shoulders, love.

-(stifled laugh)
-We love you.

We love you so much.

-Mm.
-You okay?

-Mm-hmm.
-(all giggling)

(line ringing)

Emma on phone:
Hey.

Hey, I thought
you were coming over.
What happened?

I know, I just have
so much packing to do

before we leave tomorrow.

So, I'm not gonna see you
before you go?

I'm sorry.

Well, I miss you.

I miss you, too.

I'll call you
when we get there.

Okay. I love...

(clicks)

(whispers)
...you.

Did Mamas talk to you
about the tree house?

Uh, yeah.

Yeah, but Gabe

thinks that he can get
all the materials donated,

and Emma told me about this
Summer of Service grant.

So, if I'm a senior
next year,

Mom says
that it could still,

you know, work.

Look, I get that you
were just trying to help

and that it's only happening
because of you,

and I'm gonna need
a lot of help applying
for the grant

and-- and other stuff.

So, um...

I'm gonna ask Emma
to do it with me...

if that's okay.

Well, you already said

that you didn't want
to do it with me...

so why are you asking?

Just do what you want.

Uh, so...

I'm feeling
pretty stupid.

For what?
(chuckles)

I didn't--
I didn't realize

what was...
going on before.

What was going on?

Well, you know--
(stuttering)

I wasn't
trying to seduce you,

if that's what you think.

Oh. Yeah, okay.

(laughs, clears throat)

(exhales)

Okay, I was--
yeah, I was.

I guess I shouldn't have read
Fifty Shades of Grey.

-(sighs) No, I'm an idiot.
-No, no, no. I'm the idiot. I...

I don't know, I thought
that you were blowing me off,

so that's when I--

but then when you completely
didn't get it,

that's when I made up
that ex-boyfriend story.

I wasn't trying
to blow you off, really.

(stuttering)

I just think if you knew
certain things about me,

you wouldn't want
to date me.

Sounds serious.
What, did you kill someone?

No, I, um-- I...

-got into Juilliard.
-Oh, my God.

Yeah, and then
I lost my spot,

because I needed money,

so I took the SATs
for someone,

which I knew was wrong.

Then I got caught,

so I'm an idiot.

Yeah, you made a mistake.
A huge mistake.

-Yeah, I know.
-Like a huge mistake.

Yeah. I-I know.

Well, we all make mistakes.

That doesn't mean
I don't want to date you.

I mean,
if you want to date me,
which maybe you don't?

No, I-- I do
wanna date you.

I mean,
I'm kind of glad

there's no
ex-boyfriend around.

At least one you're still
hooking up with.

Okay then.

(laughs)

-(rock music playing)
-Grace: Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

-Oh.
-Oh.

-(laughing)
-And-- and just...

-Sorry.
-Oh, it's okay.

(both laughing)

-Sorry!
-Sorry!

♪ What happens
if I can't quit you? ♪

-Um...
-Sorry.

Yeah, the keys are--

I don't know where
the key is.

-I think they're over here.
-Okay, I'm coming.

♪ Oh ♪

(camera shutter clicks)

♪ What happens
if I can't work ♪

♪ In these jobs
that kill me? ♪

♪ These jobs that force me
to barely, barely ♪

♪ Barely hold on ♪

♪ What happens
if I get too old ♪

♪ And I don't have no money ♪

♪ And I don't have a life ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm holding,
holding ♪

-♪ Holding back? ♪
-She said that this plant
is near impossible to kill.

I don't know if they
deserve a gift after
insulting Anchor Beach.

Hey, hey.
She didn't know that you
were the Vice Principal.

-Take it easy.
-Well...

(laughing )

-You look very nice.
-Thank you.

You're welcome.

-Hi.
-Oh, hi.

We just wanted
to officially welcome you
to the neighborhood.

Oh. Thank you.
Theresa?

You've met Lena, right?

-Yeah!
-And this is my wife...

-Tess.
-Oh, my God. Stef.

Hi.

Hi.

Stef:
Wow! What are you-- she--

this--

(mutters)

(music playing)

(no discernible dialog)