Previously on The Fosters...
What's up, good lookin'?
-Idiot. -(car accelerates)
You wanna kill somebody? It ain't gonna be us.
-Hey, Callie. -Hey.
Callie: Do you forgive me?
You were hands down the best Juliet.
Would you be in my musical?
You canceled the check?
The one you stole from me? You bet I did.
I hate you, and Daddy hated you too,
and that's why he killed himself.
Sally: We got all the plants and materials donated
thanks to Monte!
-So have you read it, the bill? -No.
I just don't like seeing kids being sold to the highest bidder.
And let's be honest, Rita, you have your own agenda.
That's what you think of me?
I'm kind of worried about Jesus.
He found our birth dad.
The guy's a sex offender.
He's on that list because of me.
I was 15, he was 18.
I don't know what you're looking for.
I'm not your father and I never will be.
Mariana, watch it please!
Sorry, Mom.
(sighs)
Emotional Intelligence. What's that?
It's the ability to express your emotions in a positive way.
Your EQ instead of your IQ.
So you're, like, taking a class?
No, I'm teaching a class as part of the department's Youth Outreach Program.
No offense, but who would want to take a class like this?
Kids who have a choice between it and juvie, that's who.
"What is an appropriate response to anger?
"'A', beat someone up, 'B', start a fire,
'C', get drunk,
'D', express your feelings with words?" Seriously?
For this kids that I am teaching
who don't have good parenting or a stable home,
'D' is not necessarily the obvious choice, Mariana.
Hey, check it out.
-Oh, my gosh. -Wow! I love it!
-Callie: Wow, Brandon. -Lena: That is amazing.
Yeah, Mat designed it.
Hm. Well, it must have been hard
with Zoey's tongue down his throat.
-Hey! -Mat's dating Zoey?
Yeah, and I find it very unprofessional if you ask me,
but the director totally rejected
the idea of a no dating policy, so...
Oh, please. You just don't want to see Mat with anyone else
even though you're dating that Nick guy or whatever.
I am not.
I went on one date with him and it was a total disaster.
Why? What happened?
Nothing. It was just boring.
Uh, well, Brandon,
I think that poster is absolutely beautiful.
I'm very proud of you,
how hard you've been working on your senior project.
Yeah, I guess I didn't realize how much time it would take exactly.
Well, what about your Juilliard audition?
You know, don't drop the ball on that please.
Oh, no. I-- I won't. Um, I-- I've got time.
Mom, I actually-- I wanted to ask you, um,
do you think we could rehearse on the gym stage?
It's just that the art room is getting a little small
-now that we're casting the other parts. -I'll talk to Monte,
-but I don't see why not. -All right.
Okay, everybody. Come on. Let's get a move on.
Jesus, you gonna put some clothes on sometime today?
I don't have a first period today.
My teacher's at a conference.
What kind of school you runnin' over there?
Oh, and hey, and listen, Mike is out of town for a little bit,
so AJ's gonna stay with us.
-For how long? -Just a couple of days.
Jude doesn't get back from his school trip until Friday,
so he can sleep in his bed.
Great, I finally get the room to myself,
and now I gotta share it again?
You know what?
May I have your b-- b--
(sighs) Thank you, Callie.
So, uh, there's something I need to tell you.
Something you should know.
Um, AJ and I are kind of dating.
Oh. Sorry. I-- I forgot my poster.
Uh... okay.
Well, we're not fostering him, so I guess there's not
an illegal issue if he stays here.
But as with any boyfriend in the house,
we expect you to follow the rules.
You know, no hanging out behind closed doors.
Oh, of course not.
Thank you for telling us.
Is anyone home?
(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're at home with me ¶
¶ Right where you belong ¶
Hey, I was gonna talk to you about AJ.
Oh, yeah? When?
When we're sure we know what we're doing.
It-- it's fine. It's whatever.
I mean, technically there's something I haven't told you either, so...
What?
Um... I'm seeing someone.
Do I know her?
No.
She's older.
Older? Okay.
Just a little.
She's just not in high school.
¶ While we are young and we are free ¶
-(bell rings) -¶ And all the world rests at our feet and why? ¶
-(clears throat) -¶ Hell, why not? ¶
¶ And I'm not sorry about the weather ¶
-¶ It's cold and it's calm and it's clear ¶ -Still mad at me?
Still an idiot?
Go out with me again.
-No. -Why not?
Because you're a douche and you could have killed us!
You were driving like a maniac.
I was in total control of the car!
No one's in control when they're speeding
and weaving in and out of traffic.
That guy was hitting on you.
What was I supposed to do?
Nothing!
You were supposed to do nothing!
You know what your problem is?
-Hm? -You have no emotional intelligence.
What does that mean?
Exactly.
We could use the community outreach money.
We've got that leftover
since Sally got all the materials donated.
Yes, since Sally got everything donated.
How's that going anyway?
Oh. Um, I think everything's a go
to start planting this weekend.
Great.
But I'm keeping my distance
so there won't be any perception of impropriety.
Speaking of senior projects, Brandon wanted to know
if he could use the gym space for rehearsal.
-Would that be okay? -Yeah, of course.
But...
What?
I was gonna wait to talk to you about this
till I had a little more information,
but we might have a problem.
Some students have expressed concerns
about the play itself.
Romeo and Juliet?
Yeah.
They don't think it's appropriate.
(door opens)
Hey.
Yep.
Calculus?
Do you really understand this stuff?
-Most of it, yeah. -Really?
Why do you sound surprised?
Nothing. It's... You're just an artist.
I thought art and math were, like, mutually exclusive.
Not at all, not at all. Look.
Have a seat, missy.
Look at this.
Drawing is kind of mathematical
when you break it down.
See? It's all geometry and perspective.
And then there's this thing called the golden ratio.
That just helps out with proportion.
-Very cool. -Yeah.
You are not just a work of art, Callie.
You are a mathematical equation which I have yet to solve.
Seriously, that was, like,
-the worst line I've ever heard. -(laughs)
(both laugh)
-Was it? -Yeah!
Hey.
I'll-- I'll be in the garage.
So look, I told my moms that we're...
you know, whatever we are just so... you know,
it wasn't like we were...
like, hiding something from them.
Not that there's anything to hide.
-What? -Nothing.
I'm just glad you thought whatever we are is worth
talking to your moms about.
Brandon: Inappropriate?
How is R&J inappropriate?
Some students feel like it could be a trigger
for teen suicide, and we have to be sensitive to that.
A trigger? Really? Are you kidding me?
It's Shakespeare!
I mean, it's not like he's endorsing suicide.
It's called tragedy for a reason!
I agree and I'm gonna fight it.
Good!
I mean, you realize this is my senior project.
Like, if this doesn't happen, I can't graduate!
I know. I'm not gonna let that happen.
I just wanted you to know what's going on.
I mean, who is it? Who are these students?
(sighs) Brandon, you know I can't tell you that.
-(scoffs) -Listen. Listen to me.
I don't want you taking matters into your own hands.
All right?
Let me handle it.
So the purpose of this exercise
is to use the letters of your name and write
something that you think is a positive trait about yourself.
So, the first letter in my name is 'S',
so I'm gonna write "strong". I'm strong.
The second letter is a 'T'.
Anyone think of a positive trait
that we could use starting with the letter 'T'?
"Tits".
What? You got great tits.
That's a positive trait.
"Tenacious".
I'm tenacious...
empathetic...
and fierce.
Okay, so that's me.
What are you?
-Hell, I'm fierce. -Yeah?
I wish I had an 'F' in my name.
Let's see, you got a 'P'. Got a 'P' in your name.
How about "powerful"? You're powerful.
-Yeah. -Yeah?
Yeah, I'm powerful.
-All right, you're powerful. -What's this crap?
Excuse me?
You're being disruptive.
I need you to sit down please.
The other popo who taught the class brought donuts.
Really?
Where's the donuts?
Phoebe: Yeah. Where's the chips?
And what the hell is this right here?
"Hummus"?
-It looks like diarrhea. -(class laughs)
Smells like it too.
Okay, your behavior right now is inappropriate.
I would like you to go and sit down.
Uh, I'm telling you how I feel.
I mean, isn't that what this whole class is all about?
Student: That's true.
Yeah. Okay.
Sure.
Can you identify the emotion that you're feeling right now then?
Yeah. I'm mad.
Okay, great. So, when you're disappointed,
you get mad. Is that fair to say?
Okay, then so what would be an appropriate response to this situation?
Okay, get out.
The judge ordered me to be here.
You can't just kick me out.
Try me.
Okay, lady.
-But this one's on you. -Okay.
Ooh, can we go too?
Absolutely. If you'd rather be in juvie than here, feel free.
Anybody else want to join him?
If schools start putting trigger warnings
on every book or play that could be upsetting to someone,
how are we supposed to learn to think for ourselves?
I'm sure Mom's not gonna let them kill R&J.
Well, she better not.
Ooh, another portrait?
Someone's in love.
We are not in love.
Maybe you aren't.
So tell me, is it weird knowing
that AJ's sleeping in the next room?
-Um, no. -In his boxers...
(laughs)
Seriously!
Do you think you can resist sneaking into his room later?
I'm sure I'll find a way.
(phone vibrates)
Nick's, like, stalking me all of a sudden.
Really?
(clink)
Oh, my God!
Now he's outside!
Do I have to get a restraining order?
-You know my mom's a cop. -Yeah, which is why I've been trying to call you.
(vomits, heaves)
He's pretty loaded.
You got him drunk?
-What the hell is wrong with you? -I--
Just don't. Just-- just go.
Get out of here before I do go get my mom.
Okay, how the hell are we gonna get him upstairs?
-Oh, hey. -Hey.
-So how'd it go? -Fine.
But I think you're right.
I think taking on extra work right now
is just a little too much for me.
-Well, did something happen? -No, no.
But if you don't mind, I think, um... (sighs)
I think I'm gonna ask if they could find
another officer to replace me.
Of course I don't mind.
(knocking)
Yeah, come in.
Hey. Um...
do you have a second to talk?
-Sure. -Okay, good,
because I need your advice on something.
Okay. What is it?
It's about...
do you remember when I dyed my hair blond?
(both grunting)
What the hell are you feeding this guy?
I know.
(thumping)
-What was that? -Can you please stay focused?
I mean, y-- you ask us to talk to you,
and then you just get all distracted and...
You know, there's been so many famous blond Juliets.
-(sighs) Okay. -I'm gonna put you in the bed right now.
-You ready? -Okay. Okay.
-(groans) -All right.
I should turn him on his side
just in case he pukes.
-(groans) -Here.
Here's a trash can.
Thank you for doing this.
I know you could get in trouble.
Yeah, we all could.
Goodnight.
I guess Romeo doesn't really care
if Juliet's a blond or a brunette.
(knocking)
Hey. Uh, I just wanted to say goodnight.
-Goodnight, sweetheart. -Goodnight, love.
Okay, well, um...
I think I'm just gonna stay a brunette Juliet.
Thanks for the advice.
That was close.
(sighs)
(clicking)
Chloe: Hey, Callie. This is Chloe, Rita's daughter.
My mom changed her number again. (sighs)
She won't take my calls, so...
can you tell her goodbye for me...
that I forgive her,
and I'm sorry?
I don't know what's gonna happen to me,
but maybe we'd both be better off
if I wasn't around anymore.
(knocking)
Since when do you knock?
No, I know. I just, um, I didn't want to barge in,
but you never got back to me about Chloe.
I texted you.
Yeah, but did you call her back?
No, I didn't call her,
but I'm sure she's fine.
I mean, as fine as she can be.
How do you know that?
Sounded like she really might hurt herself or something.
Do you want to come in?
The first time I got a message like that from Chloe,
I dropped everything and ran to wherever it was
that she was living at the time,
and after a very convincing performance, she swore
that she would get help and go back on her meds
if I wrote her a check,
which I did.
And then I fell for it again,
and then the next time, and the time after that,
but finally I got it.
I was not helping my daughter.
I was actually enabling her
to continue her destructive behavior.
Well, maybe this time's different.
No, it's not.
When Chloe's on her meds, she starts feeling better.
When she starts feeling better, she decides to stop her meds.
And when she stops her meds, she doesn't realize
just how sick she actually is.
I'm really sorry for the position she put you in,
having you reach out to me.
But trust me,
she is not going to kill herself,
and nothing is gonna change until she changes.
Can't you just talk to her without giving her money?
I have tried.
So what? You just stop trying?
She's your daughter.
Aren't-- aren't you supposed to take every suicide threat seriously?
Look, Callie,
I really don't expect you to understand.
I know.
Because you're the only one who's ever right.
You know, maybe you're the one that needs to change.
Maybe if you listened instead of always telling
everybody they don't know what they're talking about--
Is this about me and my daughter or is this about me and you?
Does it matter?
It is always your way or the highway.
Look, Callie, I know you don't want to hear this right now,
but you are on the wrong side of this foster reform bill.
This is not reform at all.
It is business as usual.
In fact, you know what? It's actually worse.
-I didn't come to argue this again. -Why did you come here?
Because I thought that since Chloe's Dad killed himself
that maybe you wouldn't want to take any chances.
So you're the one behind this.
Not just me. A lot of students feel that way.
Yeah? Well, this is what I think of your petition.
No one's saying suicide is sexy.
Teen suicide is a real problem, Brandon.
A big one!
God, and you're glamorizing it by staging your play!
It's not my play! It's Shakespeare's!
And it's done in more schools than any other play in history!
That doesn't make it right!
Last summer, my best friend's sister hung herself
after her boyfriend broke up with her.
Suicide is a real tragedy, Brandon.
Not just some dumb way to end a play.
And don't think this is over just 'cause you ripped up a piece of paper, okay?
There's a lot more where that came from.
Ugh, you still smell like a frat house.
You know, don't judge. You've been drunk before.
Yeah, at a party.
Not by myself on a Monday.
-What the hell are you doing? -You know what?
Leave me alone.
All right. Later.
Hey.
Jesus told me that you weren't drinking with him,
that he just called you to get a ride home, so...
I'm sorry I bit your head off.
I'm not gonna lie, I was upset at first,
but I was able to stay present and factor my emotional memory
into my decision making process, at which point I realized
my being defensive was why you refused to forgive me to other night.
But what I should have done was apologize for scaring you
by driving too fast, beg your forgiveness...
and ask for another chance.
Huh?
(chuckles) I looked up "emotional intelligence".
I'm trying to positively resolve this conflict
with the use of humor and accountability.
(clears throat) So...
now that I've raised my EQ...
how about another date?
Brandon, I asked you to let me handle this.
You can't just rip a petition off the wall
because you don't agree with it.
No, but they can shut down my play
if they don't agree with it?
No one's shutting your play down.
I expect you to apologize to Sally Benton.
All right.
Good.
Thank you.
I have to say I understand Brandon's frustration.
He's worked so hard on this. He's invested so much.
This is his senior project and now he can't put it on
because a few kids object?
Don't you think that's a bit extreme?
Maybe, but I think we have to let
the students decide this one.
Sally and Brandon can make their cases to the Honor Board.
-Chloe: Who is it? -It's Callie.
(door unlocking)
I really appreciate you coming.
Of course.
I wish I had something to offer you,
-but things are kind of tight. -No, I don't need anything.
I just wanted to make sure that you're okay.
You know, your message got me really worried.
Um... just having a hard time.
I mean, obviously. Look where I'm living.
And who knows how long I can even afford this dump
now that I lost my job.
-Wait, you... -Yeah, I got let go for no reason.
They said downsizing, but honestly,
my boss didn't like me because, you know,
I was smarter than her
and she felt threatened.
I'm sorry.
I'm trying to get severance pay, but she's saying I quit,
which means I can't get unemployment,
so I'm totally screwed.
I could end up on the street.
(chuckles) And now my eczema's flaring up.
I can't even afford my medicine.
Look, I feel really bad.
I ju-- I don't know what I can do.
Did you talk to my mom?
Yeah.
Did she care?
Yeah, I'm sure she cares. I think she's just...
Cold selfish bitch.
No, I think it's just hard for her.
You know, she's said that you've left messages like this before.
(laughs) She's a liar.
How could I leave her a message if I don't even have her number?
If I call Girls United, she refuses to talk to me.
I mean, what kind of mom won't even talk to her daughter?
She could care less if I ended up on the street.
Or dead.
Are you...
are you planning on hurting yourself?
No. I'm just...
(sighs) I need someone to help me.
I-- I have this friend with an apartment
and she'll rent me a room.
I just need to come up with first and last.
$600...
(chuckles) which isn't a lot of money to my mother.
Do you think maybe you could, like...
loan me some money?
I mean, anything would help, and I'll pay you back. I swear.
(sloshing)
(chuckles) Tough day at work?
(chuckles)
I know it's a school night, but I think, uh,
I think we deserve a cocktail.
Well, I'm not gonna say no to that.
Good, because riding a desk is killing me.
How was you day, my love?
Oh, make it a double please.
Oh, trust me, it already is.
-Cheers. -Cheers.
¶ 'Cause there's nothing much more for me to do ¶
¶ But go dancin' with the devil in his handsome shoes ¶
-This tastes like it's been watered down. -It's been watered down.
-You don't think that one... -Oh, my God, the kids are watering down the vodka.
(sighs)
Should we get them together?
Oh, no, no. I'm a cop. I'm gonna dust for prints.
Honey, you're not serious.
I'm totally serious
because I was looking forward to this drink.
Maybe it was your mom.
You know how she likes her cocktails.
Maybe she didn't want you to know how much she was drinking.
Wait, you think my mother was sneaking liquor?
That's weird.
¶ He was tainting lots of me with his withering stare ¶
That's a good point. Maybe it was my mother.
(doorbell)
I'll get it.
(sighs)
¶ Not really nice, but I... ¶
Hey, I'm Gabe.
He showed up at my worksite like this.
What?
(sighs)
He's fine. He's... he's in bed.
I can get into a lot of trouble doing what I just did
just for taking him home.
Yes. We, uh, we know
that you're on the sex offenders list.
-Oh-- -But we know why.
I didn't know who Jesus was.
All right? He lied to me, he lied to my boss.
He said he was 18.
All right? When he finally told me who he was,
I told him to leave
and don't come back.
But obviously, that didn't stop him.
If he keeps showing up at the site like this,
I'm gonna have to find another job,
and this one was hard enough for me to get.
We're very sorry.
Um, I'm-- I'm sure it's tough.
I made a mistake being with Ana.
I know that.
She was 15, I was 18,
I was dealing drugs,
made some really bad decisions.
But we really did think that we were in love.
And I went to jail and I did my time.
All right? But this list...
it's a life sentence.
I'm not some creep who goes around and messes with kids.
All right? I have been out 10 years, and I haven't gotten
into any trouble,
so you have got to keep your son away from me.
Please.
Absolutely.
We promise that we'll take care of it.
Thank you so much for bringing him home.
Hi.
This is-- this is Gabe.
Hey.
Hi.
You have a problem, Jesus?
I'm serious. Do you need to go to AA?
No.
Okay, because sneaking vodka and watering down the bottle
is alcoholic behavior to me.
I'm pretty concerned about you, young man.
Just the-- the way you've been acting.
Going behind our backs to find your birth father?
Going to his worksite three times even though he told you to stay away?
-Okay! -No, not okay!
Not only are you putting yourself in jeopardy,
you're putting Gabe in a position
where he could be arrested and you're putting me
in a really bad spot because guess what?
I'm a cop.
Whether Gabe deserves to be on that sex offenders list
is another issue, but the law is quite clear.
You are a minor and he cannot be anywhere near you.
I'm sorry, okay?
I-- I get it. I'm not gonna do it again.
I don't think you do get it.
Your birth father doesn't want a relationship with you
or with your sister, okay?
And that sucks, but that's the way it is.
Life's a bitch sometimes.
And on that note, you're grounded indefinitely.
(sighs)
Uh... Mom's been through a lot lately.
I know you know that.
But she's right. You need to stay away from Gabe
and you need to shape up.
(sighs)
He's tall...
like you.
(overlapping chatter)
Sally: Okay, everybody.
First thing, Mariana and I will be recusing ourselves from voting
since she's in the play and I am making
the arguments against R&J.
Now, let's get started.
Suicide is the second leading cause of death
for 15 to 25-year-olds.
Why?
Because young adults experience strong, intense feelings
of stress, of self-doubt, of loneliness, of loss,
of the pressure to succeed.
In Romeo and Juliet, Shakespeare romanticizes
suicide as a way for two teenagers in love
to be together forever in eternity.
Romeo toasts, "Here's to my love,"
as he drinks the poison that kills him.
The poison that Juliet calls "friendly drops"
when she tries to kiss them off his lips,
but instead uses a "happy dagger" to end her life.
How is this idealization of love and death
a good message to send teenagers?
Girl: Thank you. Brandon?
Forbidding the performance of a classic piece of literature
because it might in and of itself
trigger someone to kill themself is not only ridiculous,
but it's one small step away from banning books.
And let's talk about this idea that Shakespeare's romanticizing
suicide in Romeo and Juliet.
He's not even romanticizing their relationship.
I used to think that R&J was about true love.
It's not.
It's about two rebellious, impulsive teenagers
making really bad choices.
And-- and this suicide pact at the end, it...
it's not portrayed as this ultimate act of true love.
It's portrayed as a tragic act
taken by two screwed up kids
who dismiss the value of their lives.
Which is why the last line in the play isn't,
"They killed themselves and lived happily ever after."
No.
It's, "For never was a story of more woe
than this of Juliet and her Romeo."
(applause)
Okay, so we've heard both sides
and it's time for the Honor Board to vote.
Those in favor of staging Romeo and Juliet,
raise your hands.
Okay. And against?
(overlapping whispers)
(phone vibrates)
(sirens wailing)
Lena: Brandon, I am so sorry.
I know how hard you worked.
Um, okay, uh... what if we do it somewhere else?
Off campus.
They can't stop us from doing that, can they?
No.
And can it still count as our senior project?
Well, other students are doing their projects off campus,
so yeah, it definitely could.
-Okay. -But where?
Well, we need a theater or a big space,
but we don't have the money to rent something like that.
Plus, without all the lights and the soundboard
we have here at school, well, it's, like...
impossible.
Lena: Brandon, I am so sorry.
Thanks, Mom.
Brandon: Hey, Mat, wait up.
Hey, I'm sorry.
Yeah, me too.
So you still want to hang out?
Um... not really in the mood.
Well, let me try to cheer you up.
I don't see why I have to go to some class for losers!
Because you've been acting like one, that's why.
-This is so unfair! -No, it's not!
Listen, I understand that you're disappointed
and upset about Flintwood and wrestling
and your birth father, but do you know what?
You have not been responding appropriately.
-This is bull. -No, it's tough love!
You know what? Go get ready
before I kick your ass, and don't think that I won't.
What is going on?
They have not been able to find a replacement
teacher for me, so I'm taking our little hoodlum with me to class tonight
so that he can see what his future is
if he doesn't straighten himself out.
Okay, I wasn't gonna say anything,
but you are being way too hard on him.
Telling him that his birth father doesn't want anything to do with him?
Telling him that life's a bitch?
Yeah, well, that's reality.
His or yours?
I realize you're having a rough time
with the mastectomy, with having to ride a desk at work,
but Jesus is not the only one who's not responding appropriately.
And that's not coming from a critical place.
It's coming from a place of tough love.
It's one of my dad's warehouses.
What are we doing here?
Teaching you to hoverboard.
(beep)
Hm, okay. (chuckles)
-You ever, uh, ride one of these things? -(beep)
(scoffs) Please.
-What? Okay. -(laughs)
-Okay. -(laughs)
Damn, girl.
Wow. Well, maybe you can teach me how to hoverboard then.
-(laughs) -How's that?
(chuckles)
Hey, check out the acoustics.
(echoes) Hello!
(laughs)
Hey, you should sing something.
From your play.
From R&J?
-For real. I wanna hear you sing. -(beep)
-Nuh-uh. -Uh-huh.
(chuckles)
Okay.
¶ This love could be great ¶
¶ But they say it would be wrong ¶
¶ I don't care 'cause I'd be lost ¶
¶ Without you ¶
(chuckles)
What if...
you do the whole play here?
Are you serious?
I mean, I know my dad will say yes.
It's one of the perks of being, uh, kind of spoiled.
Oh, my God, you're...
you're totally my hero!
Callie?
Callie, are you there?
This is Chloe.
I did something bad.
Say goodbye for me.
-(click) -¶ Release me ¶
(sirens wail)
¶ From the pattern of electricity ¶
¶ Save me ¶
¶ From the weeping and the wailing ¶
¶ I'm rising ¶
"Emotional Intelligence is a wide range of skills
-"that young people can develop and improve." -(door opens)
-(footsteps) -(door closes)
"These skills are critical for emotional well-being and success in life."
The thing is that, uh, emotional intelligence
isn't something that, uh,
just young people need to work on,
just you need to work on.
Everyone, myself included,
needs to figure out a way to identify
what we're feeling so we know what to do with it.
I had something really bad happen to me,
and I have been angry
and keeping it inside.
I...
I had cancer and I had to have both of my breasts removed.
These are just pads.
And so, Javier, when you threw away the hummus...
I overreacted by throwing you out.
So...
I know that all of you have had something bad happen to you...
and you've been hurt, disappointed, and angry,
and you probably haven't reacted in the smartest of ways.
But that's why we're all here.
All of us.
To help each other become more self-aware,
and learn to express ourselves in healthier ways.
So, when Javier suggested that I write "tits" on the board
as one of my positive attributes,
how could I have reacted better?
-With humor. -Absolutely.
I could have made a joke.
You could have told me I hurt your feelings.
I could have.
Thank you, Javier.
¶ Love, break me down ¶
¶ Pick me up off the ground ¶
¶ Oh, let me out ¶
¶ From where I have gone ¶
¶ And unlock my heart ¶
¶ I don't know where to start ¶
¶ Love, break me down ¶
¶ And take me back home ¶
(sighs)
I never thought she'd actually do it.
I know.
You were right, Cal, you know.
I should've listened to you.
I-- I should have taken her threats more seriously.
No, I get why you didn't.
After hearing her cry wolf so many times...
I'm really sorry that you were involved in all this.
Really, I'm sorry.
Don't be.
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry for what I said to you.
¶ As the rain falls down ¶
Thank God she's gonna be okay.
I-- I don't think she really wanted to kill herself.
I mean, she called me.
You know, she must have figured
that I would get the message sooner
and send someone to save her, you know?
For the first time in my life,
when I walked into that hospital room,
when she said she wanted help...
when she said she needed me...
she meant it.
Maybe she was trying to get my attention, but I think...
I think this time, she got her own attention.
-¶ All that I should have done ¶ -So now...
¶ All I've become ¶
now we're gonna go to counseling
to try to figure out what the hell to do
with all these awful, messy feelings, you know?
I think...
I hope...
that this is the moment
where it all starts to change for her.
¶ When death's at my door ¶
Thank you.
-¶ But hallelujah ¶ -¶ Hallelujah ¶
Listen, I know that I'm stubborn.
I know that I'm really opinionated, and so are you.
And hey, abut that foster care bill,
listen, we're gonna have to agree to disagree.
But know, know that even when I disagree with you, Callie,
I am so proud
of the amazing young woman that you're becoming.
(cries)
-¶ But hallelujah ¶ -¶ Hallelujah ¶
-¶ And hallelujah ¶ -¶ Hallelujah ¶
Hey.
¶ And hallelujah ¶
I heard about what happened.
Do you want to talk about it?
¶ And hallelujah ¶
That's cool.
¶ Heaven's awake ¶
Do you mind if I just sit there with you?
(sighs)
(overlapping chatter)
Don't worry. We're doing it off campus.
And you don't have to come.
(voice cracking) Hey, uh, can I talk to you?
Come in.
What is it, Sally? What happened?
I...
uh... (breathes heavily)
Sorry, I'm...
I don't know how, um...
It's really hard for me to say this.
Um... (sniffles)
(breathes heavily)
Monte kissed me.
(end music playing)