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Previously on The Fosters...
You made detective. Congratulations.
They want to place you in Human Trafficking.
Drew Turner, this is Lena Adams Foster.
Gays and lesbians are left out of sex ed.
You're on administrative leave right now.
How can I turn them away, kids who can't come out to their parents?
-Emma's pregnant? -No, she isn't pregnant... anymore.
I just can't face him and not tell him the truth, so I wrote him this.
-Will you give it to him? -(sighs)
While I'm fostering AJ, you can't live with us.
-Why? -'Cause of your felony.
-I make a mean cinnamon bun. -You like watching those buns rise?
You know Callie, my girlfriend.
Troy Johnson won't take the settlement deal. We're going to trial.
I'm gonna call the cops if you ever come near me again!
-Man: All right. Here you go. -Callie: Thank you.
-Man: Good luck. -Callie: Thanks.
(people chattering)
Excuse me, do you have a moment to talk about foster care reform?
Don't your fancy lawyers have investigators?
-Why you still detectiving? -They don't think Troy's guilty.
They think I'm some kind of crazy conspiracy theorist.
-Are you? -No.
-(chuckles) -Excuse me for thinking that my boyfriend would want to help.
I'm sure he does, but that doesn't mean getting his ass arrested.
-Yo, how long we gotta do this? -An hour every day after school.
Well, this is like slave labor. Why we ain't getting paid?
It's community service, and you're getting school credit.
-Like I-- -Watch it.
You can sit on your ass, but that's gonna cost you a U.A.
-(Cristina humming) -(mutters) Bitch.
Can you shut your hole? Damn, you ain't no Beyoncé.
Yo, I don't remember us throwing that much shade when we were in G.U.
-They're not scared of me yet. They stupid. -(both chuckle)
How do you like being on the other side?
-I like the cooking... and kicking the girls' asses. -(truck approaches)
-I'm just grateful Rita gave me a job. -(truck door opens, closes)
-Cynthia: Well, look who's here. -Hi.
-Hi.
-How we doing? -We're getting some signatures.
That's good. We need them. Two weeks till the deadline, and we're still about 5,000 shy.
-So, are we gonna make it? -Hope so.
Rita's up in Sacramento, shaking some trees.
-They give you any trouble? -No more than usual.
Mmm. Let me get these girls set up, huh?
-So? -What?
What are you still doing here? Go make it right with your man?
-I mean, unless you don't want to. -Okay, okay.
-I'll call you later. -Okay.
Excuse me.
(sighs) Car.
Good.
L-l-lamp.
Nice.
-Where's the-- the picture? -No. No picture this time.
What's it say?
Umm... it's the-- the...
(sighs)
I can't-- I-- I have a headache, Mama.
No, you don't, Jesus.
You can't read it, can you?
-(sighs) -Honey, why didn't you just tell us?
Because I-- I am so done with the doctors, and the tests,
and the-- the stupid...
t-therapy sessions.
(breathing shakily)
Why can't anyone...
f-f-f-fix me?
(sighs)
Okay, okay, okay.
(theme music plays)
¶ 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 ¶
The girl's name is Diamond.
-She's 15. -Oh my god.
She's the same age as my youngest kid.
Vice picked her up on 8th Street.
Remember, she's the victim, not the perp.
The john got away, but they saw him paying her.
She get to keep any of the money?
Not a penny.
Well, what's in it for these girls?
A lot of them come outta the foster system.
They're starved for a sense of family,
some love, that they'll do anything to get it.
If we can't hold 'em, what're we doing here?
Planting seeds of hope.
Here, you're gonna need these.
Tanya's Hair Salon?
The last thing these girls want is to get caught
by their pimps with a cop's number on them.
-(people chattering) -(phones ringing)
Hi, Diamond. This is Officer Adams Foster.
You got your good jeans on today, Margo.
You must mean business.
You were picked up at 8th and Monroe, right?
-You on the stroll? -I was just walking.
Keepin' to myself. That a crime?
I thought your pimp had you working the ads?
I already told you I ain't got no pimp,
and y'all can't prove I did a damn thing,
so what the hell am I even doing here?
Who's Russell?
Russell Wilson. Love them Seahawks.
Yeah? I do too. He can't do a damn thing
without an offensive line, though, can he?
So he's not your pimp? He didn't brand you?
So, what happened? You're not bottom bitch anymore?
-Stef: What's that mean? -Daddy's top earner.
(cellphone rings)
I need to take this. Hold on.
DCFS is on their way to take you home.
I'm just gonna take off.
Margo: You don't have to do this anymore, Diamond.
One day, when you're ready, we're gonna help you get out of the game.
-You new at this, huh? -(chuckles) Yeah.
Is that obvious?
Yeah, well, I may be new at this,
but I'll tell you what. I'm a pro at being stonewalled.
I got five teenagers at home,
all a pain in my ass. (chuckles)
Just got these.
Call me anytime.
Ain't nobody gonna believe you do hair.
(both laugh)
Brandon: How'd it go?
Well, there's nothing wrong with Jesus's eyes.
It's his brain that can't read,
so they're giving him these glasses
and they're supposed to help
his brain sort things out.
Yeah, but they're-- they're not even working.
I mean, I-- I st-still can't read.
Lena: Honey, you have to be patient, you know?
The doctor said it might take a while.
(chuckles) You look like a minion.
¶ ...hard lessons ¶
¶ I've got wounds to show ¶
¶ But they're starting to give up ¶
They're-- they're giving me a headache.
Why don't you go ahead and lie down, okay?
¶ At least I still can bend my knees ¶
¶ Just enough for me to stand up ¶
(whispers) Really, Brandon?
-Minions are cute. -And you're a jerk.
¶ Has this been a hell of a year ¶
¶ Oh, I keep moving on ¶
Is he... getting worse?
-I noticed that his speech is all messed up again. -(cellphone buzzes)
Lena: Yeah, I know. I talked to his doctor about that.
I mean, that's the thing with TBI.
It's two steps forward, one step back.
The doctor's not worried about it. The only worry
is how it will affect Jesus's morale.
Okay, so maybe comparing him
to a cartoon character isn't very helpful.
Sorry.
(cellphone rings)
-Hello? -Monte: Did you let students
without permission slips take the sex ed class?
Uh...
Drew saw a comment from a kid online who says he was there.
(sighs) Of course he did.
Monte: A kid whose permission slip we do not have.
-(sighs) -Drew: How many were there?
-Who's this? -It's Drew.
(sighs) Umm...
Kids without permission slips. I think there were about six.
-(scoffs) -Six?
What if this gets flagged by the parent board
or the department of education?
If there are any repercussions, I will take full responsibility.
N-no, you won't. I will, because you're on leave.
(sighs)
¶ Oh-oh, oh-oh ¶
¶ Tell me what life's about ¶
¶ Oh-oh, oh-oh ¶
¶ Come out and play ¶
(car alarm chirps)
¶ With me now ¶
(chattering)
¶ Oh-oh, oh-oh ¶
¶ Come out and play with me now ¶
He kissed her? Oh my god, I'm gonna kill him.
Well, she kissed him, and he didn't exactly pull away.
Still... it's not cool.
Callie: Yeah, but when Aaron kissed me,
I didn't pull away, and that didn't mean anything.
So? That's different.
It is? Why?
I don't know. 'Cause you're my sister.
(music playing on radio)
He has been...
kinda mad at me lately.
He's been so preoccupied.
Well, that's... kind of understandable.
I mean, you could totally be going to jail.
I mean... you're not going to jail.
Maybe he's-- he's feeling neglected.
Maybe AJ just needs a little bit of reassurance.
Maybe he needs to feel like you're still into him.
-What if she tries to fire me? -She can't fire you, love.
Not while you're on leave. It's-- it's against the law. You could sue them.
Well, Monte still has the option
not to pick up my contract, which is coming up,
and I'm pretty sure that Drew is gunning for my job
by kissing Monte's ass, possibly literally.
Okay, let's be honest.
Do you really think she's coming on to him now?
She's bisexual. Drew is very handsome,
who knows? We know this woman has trouble with boundaries.
Okay, well, honestly, I think you're being a little paranoid.
-Oh, really? -I do, yeah.
Okay. Why is Drew leaving me off important emails coming from his office?
I just found out there's a board meeting tomorrow to discuss accreditation.
Whether I'm on leave or not,
I'm in charge of accreditation. Drew knows that.
I think you look cute in your glasses.
(chuckles) Like Clark Kent.
Mm-hmm. No. You mean Urkel?
You're gonna get better.
Yeah, you know, the more that p-people say that...
the less that I-- I believe it.
Are you drawing again? Can I see?
No.
Okay. Fine.
-Look-- Mariana! -Oh, this is so cool.
Do you remember those Magic Tree House books?
About the tree house that could travel back in time?
(chuckles) Yeah.
Yeah, those were-- were the first chapter books that I ever read.
You used to say I was just like the sister.
She was always getting her brother into some crazy adventure.
-(both laugh) -We used to always want a magic tree house of our own.
Jesus: Yeah, I wish that we had one.
Then I-I'd go back in time before any of this happened.
(acoustic guitar playing)
-Hey, sweets. -Hey.
Hey. Is-- is everything all right with Callie?
She-- she barely said a word when she came home.
Oh, uh, fine.
-Girl stuff. -Mariana.
Okay, you didn't hear it from me,
but Callie saw AJ kissing another girl.
(sighs) Is she okay? Should we talk to her?
No. You're not supposed to know.
-Mariana. -They'll work it out.
Okay, but you know who isn't all right?
Jesus. He needs a project,
you know, something to look forward to,
and I have an idea.
Oh my god, your ideas scare me. Should we be sitting down for this one?
Okay, so Jesus has been watching this show about tree houses,
and he's actually been designing his own sketches, and they're really good.
-See? -Stef: Oh wow, look at that.
What if we asked Gabe to help him build one?
Oh no, absolutely not. Jesus is in this condition
because of Gabe and his nail gun.
Okay, but Gabe wasn't there to supervise Jesus,
and Jesus won't have to do any of the actual building.
He could be like... the architect.
All right, all right, exactly how do you intend to pay for all these materials?
We certainly can't afford all that.
-See, I anticipated that question. -Of course you did.
What if... this was Jesus's senior project?
There have been juniors that were allowed to start their senior project early,
and if he builds the tree house in a park or playground,
he could apply for some of ABCC's community outreach budget
and he can fund raise through the school.
Well, I don't think it's a bad idea.
It could help Jesus get out of his depression.
It can help his brain make connections.
And the design is pretty cool,
but you would still need to get faculty approval.
Perfect. Vice-Principal. Approved. Done.
Honey, I'm not the acting VP. Drew will still have to sign off on this.
Well, can you at least put in a good word?
I will do what I can.
(door opens)
Hey. How's basketball practice?
Oh. We didn't have practice today,
so I... just played a little pickup.
Oh.
Hey, so have you given any more thought to me adopting you?
No pressure, just checking in.
I know why you wanna adopt me.
-Don't worry about it. -What's that supposed to mean?
I know Ana can't move in here while I'm...
-being fostered by you, so-- -Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold on, hold on.
That's-- that's not why I wanna adopt you, AJ.
I mean, sure, it pushed me to get off my butt and actually ask, but...
(sighs) I meant everything I said.
You're family to me, I love you, and I want to make it official.
Ty wants me to move in with him when he gets out.
Is that what you want?
I can't say no to my brother.
-It's okay. I understand. -Look, I don't wanna be in the way.
I-- I can go live with another foster family,
and I'm gonna be 18 soon, anyways, so--
Absolutely not, AJ.
You're the priority here. Ana and I'll be fine.
-You sure? -Yes.
All right. I'm gonna go get a shower.
Okay. I gotta get to work. Dinner's in the fridge.
-Hey. -Hey. Is AJ here?
Yeah, I think he just hopped in the shower,
but feel free to hang out.
Great. Thanks.
(shower running)
-Whoa! What the-- -It's just me. It's just me.
Oh god. I almost decked you.
Sorry. Mike let me in when he was leaving.
-I thought-- -Are you sure he's gone? What if he comes back?
I don't know. It seemed like--
I'm just... trying to take a shower.
I'm sorry I ruined that for you.
Hey, look, I didn't mean to be a jerk. You just-- you caught me by surprise.
-(mutters) Yeah. -Come on. I'm sorry.
Can you move please? I just wanna go home.
Why are you being like this? I just said I'm sorry.
Why are you being like this?
-Please just let me leave. -No. I don't want you to.
Fine. Go.
(soft rock music playing)
Are we okay?
(sighs)
I know I've been...
wrapped up in my own world lately.
And you're right. I haven't been paying enough attention to you.
Callie, I'm not a kid. I don't...
need attention. I just want you to...
¶ To put our heart ¶
-...be like... -¶ Up to the sun ¶
...here with me, when we're together.
-¶ Burning in your arms ¶ -Well, I'm here now.
¶ Like all the others, come and gone ¶
¶ ¶
I told Mike I don't wanna get adopted.
¶ Darling ¶
How'd he take it?
¶ Darling ¶
He was cool.
Tried to act like it didn't bother him.
I feel bad, though, 'cause he's done a lot for me.
I can't abandon my brother. I don't wanna hurt either of them.
¶ Ooh... ¶
Hey, when my birth-dad...
showed up in my life, I had to make a choice...
and I chose what felt like home.
And I didn't want to hurt Robert,
but sometimes we...
just have to do what is right for us.
And Robert was fine.
And Mike will be too.
Oh.
(sighs)
Hey. You haven't seen my good sneakers around here, have you?
'Cause Grace is gonna be here, I think, any minute.
Forget the shoes.
You need to lose the animal print before you get friend-zoned.
What's wrong with my shirt? It's got a bunch of tiny, little foxes on it. See?
I'll change.
-What's that? -Umm, it's the letter
that Emma wrote to Jesus.
-And what are you doing with it? -Well, Jesus didn't read it,
because he-- he can't, and Emma didn't want anyone else finding it.
So, why doesn't she just tell him?
Well, she realized that with everything else going on,
-it-- it was gonna be too much. -Okay, well...
I don't think that she should be putting you in the middle of this.
And for your sake, I hope that he never finds out that you knew all along.
Thank you.
-Hey. -Hey, they told me you were coming.
I was the responding officer.
A john roughed up the girl in a motel room.
-(sighs) Did you get the john? -Yeah, he's in custody.
We're gonna have to take her in after she gets checked out.
-For what? -Possession. Found codeine in her purse.
-(sighs) -Yup. (sighs)
(whispers) Okay, thank you.
-Hey. Can I have a moment, please? -Sure.
You-- you wanna tell me what happened?
This...
This... guy paid me...
120 bucks...
which means he can...
basically do whatever he wants.
We were drinking some lean.
What's that, honey?
Soda and cough syrup.
He drunk way too much, got all tweaked out.
And he got real aggressive...
and he was hurting me. (breathes shakily)
And... when I tried to...
fight him off, he just...
started throwing punches...
kept... yelling that I was his bitch.
Then the cops came.
Someone at the motel must've called 'em.
I'm glad you called me.
Russell gonna be mad as hell I got busted.
Probably beat me worse.
(crying)
I can't do this anymore.
I want out of this, but...
if I try to leave...
he'll kill me.
Okay, well, listen, we're gonna protect you.
Do you hear me? If you help us build a case
against your pimp, against Russell,
we're gonna put him behind bars
where he can't hurt you ever again.
But they said--
they said they were sending me to juvie.
-Mm-hmm. -And... he got members of his gang in there,
and they'll-- they'll jump me for sure,
especially if they think I'm trying to roll over on him.
I'm not safe anywhere.
(sighs)
-Thank you. -Mm-hmm.
(whispers) This is tougher than I thought.
These girls are so young, they're so broken, and there's so many of them.
Well, you know, get one girl off the street, that's something, right?
(sighs)
You should go home, man. You've been here all night. Thank you.
It's not like it's a rush. I don't have anyone to go home to,
and AJ's hardly ever there anymore.
Well, what about Ana? She's moving in, right?
-Uh, no. -What?
AJ doesn't want me to adopt him.
He's got his mind set on moving in with his brother
when he gets out of prison, so--
Ah. I'm sorry, man.
I know how much you care about him.
Well, I gotta be honest. I'm a little mad at AJ myself these days.
-Why? -(chuckles)
Callie apparently saw AJ kissing another girl.
Well, contrary to your belief, I think that it's Callie
that's getting hurt in this relationship, not AJ.
Mariana: Don't worry. It's Saturday. No one's here.
Good, 'cause I look like a... dork.
No, you don't.
Think of your helmet and glasses as a fashion statement.
You're basically a hipster without even trying.
(scoffs) Why are you wearing your glasses?
-Just felt like it. -Boy: Jesus!
What's up, bro?
When are you coming back to school?
Soon. Soon.
You-- you guys are winning the meeting today?
Boy: You mean the meet?
Yeah, yeah, we're up by a couple points,
but we actually gotta head back.
It was good seeing you, dude. And the shades are dope.
Okay.
You ready to do this?
You're gonna be great.
(knocks on door)
Hi, Drew, are you ready for us?
Yes, come on in.
You must be Jesus. Nice to meet you.
Please, take a seat.
Thank you for seeing us on a Saturday.
Oh, no worries. Had to come in for a parent board meeting anyway.
Well, let's hear it.
-Is this a tree house? -Yes.
I want to...
to build it.
-By the way, me and AJ are good now. -You finally talk to him?
Yeah, we just needed to reconnect.
-You mean hook up. Oh, you nasty. I like it. -(car approaches)
-(laughs) -(engine stops)
-(car doors open, close) -Your mom's here.
(sighs)
-Who's that girl? -I don't know.
Hey. Thank you so much for doing this on such short notice.
-Thank Rita. -Okay.
So, you're Diamond.
Yeah.
(whispers) I don't appreciate being left off emails.
-What are you talking about? -(sighs)
Kim had to inform me about today's meeting.
She thought it was a little odd that I wasn't CC'ed.
I'm sure it was a mistake.
No one purposefully left you off.
Why wouldn't we want you here?
I don't know. It doesn't feel like a mistake.
Lauren: Everybody please take your seats.
Before we talk about accreditation,
I would like to... (sighs)
address a complaint that I received
from a concerned parent about a school-sponsored
gay sex education class their daughter attended.
That class was not-- was not affiliated with Anchor Beach.
As a concerned parent, not vice-principal,
I organized an LGBT sex ed class off campus
to educate those kids who were being left out, my son included.
Well, then why were Anchor Beach permission slips required?
I insisted Lena get them for exactly this reason,
to prevent any parental backlash.
Lena: Some kids showed up afraid of the consequences
of outting themselves to their parents
if they asked them to sign a permission slip.
And I understand where Lena was coming from.
All these students wanted was to attend a basic sex education class,
not much different from the one we offer to all our other students.
Yes, but I-- I accept full responsibility.
Well, this doesn't really fall on you, Lena.
I mean, it's one thing if you, as a parent,
want to organize an event off-campus,
but to require...
a permission slip from ABCC, that implicates the school.
So, really, it's...
It's on Monte.
Monte was only trying to protect Anchor Beach.
Well, perhaps if this wasn't an accreditation year,
we could look the other way, but...
we've discussed it, and we feel we need
to get ahead of things, and show the board of education
that we are taking the appropriate action.
-Which is? -We're asking you to resign.
Ugh. I felt terrible.
Tried to talk to her after the meeting, she wouldn't even look at me.
Not that I could blame her.
I mean, I guess I feel sorry for her, but she made a bad call,
It's not the first time, either.
Who's-- who's gonna be replacing her?
(humphs) Well, we don't know yet,
but Drew's gonna cover both jobs for now.
You should've seen his face at the meeting. He was shell-shocked.
I told him I would try to come back as soon as I can to help, but--
Well-- well, maybe they're finally gonna make you principal.
Oh. Pfft. Yeah, well, I don't think I even want it, not like this.
(footsteps approach)
-(Callie groans) -Well-- hey, love.
-How was the rest of your afternoon? -It was good, fine.
We had to find a new place to get signatures, though.
We got everyone that shops there, and they all know to avoid us.
-(laughs) -Who's this Diamond girl?
-Diamond? -Keep an eye out for her, would you?
She's-- she's a good girl, and she's had a bit of a rough time.
Why don't you go ahead and get washed up for dinner?
-Maybe come help us. -(clears throat) Nah.
(laughs)
(game announcer speaking on TV)
Hey, so... I've been thinking.
Ana and Isabelle can take the one-bedroom down the hall.
That way they'll be close by,
but technically not living here.
And then, when Ty gets out,
you guys move into the one-bedroom
-and Ana and Isabelle move in with me. -Uh...
I don't think Ty and I are gonna be able to afford a place like that.
You know, I can pay the rent till you guys get on your feet.
I mean, I-- I've been saving the money the state sends for fostering you,
I was gonna give it to you anyway.
Now I can use it for this.
I mean, that is if you want me to.
(laughs) I'll take that as a yes.
-Yes. -All right.
Hey, everything okay with Callie?
-You two still a thing? -Yeah. Why?
So, are you settling in okay?
Everyone's being nice to you?
They're all right.
Well, Daphne's good people...
(clears throat) you know, if you ever need anyone to talk to or anything.
The girls were saying that you're Stef's kid,
-and you was in G.U. -Yeah. And she and her wife
-adopted me and my brother. -So, Stef's a lez.
That's what I thought with that hair and all.
Yeah, you're really lucky that Stef got you into G.U.
It's a big deal.
Yeah. I know.
(clears throat)
Hey, honey. Umm...
So, I spoke with Drew, and he's not going to approve Jesus's senior project.
-Wait. Why not? -Well, he loved the idea,
but... he's just not convinced that Jesus will--
will be a senior next year
or even if he'll be back at Anchor Beach at all.
He thinks... we might have to send him to a special school.
Well, he's getting better. Isn't he?
He is, but with TBI's there can be setbacks.
I mean, he's-- he can't read right now, he's missing a lot of school.
Okay, well, what if he goes to summer school to catch up?
(sighs) Maybe, if he can,
but we-- but we just don't know yet.
You can't tell him this right now.
It'll crush him even more.
I know.
I just got his hopes up, and now I have to let him down again.
(people chattering)
-Thirteen, actually. -Um, can I use the bathroom?
-Yeah, I have to take you, though. -I'll take her.
Hey, yeah, so listen.
(door locks)
(clears throat)
(breathes shakily)
(phone clicking)
(phone rings)
-Russell: Who's this? -Daddy?
-It's me, Diamond. -What happened? Where the hell you been?
I know, Daddy. I'm sorry.
This john went all crazy on me, and someone called the cops.
-I-- I got arrested. -You idiot. (sighs)
Don't be mad, Daddy.
-Please? -Yo, whose phone are you calling me from?
It's a... cop's daughter.
She-- she helps out at the home--
the group home they put me in.
You're calling me from a cop's phone?
-You stupid? How stupid are you? -No.
It-- it ain't a cop's phone.
It's her daughter's.
Wait, wait, so you're in a group home?
Yeah.
(chuckles) They ain't got me locked up or nothing.
You can come get me.
Please, Daddy.
-I love you. -Hey, listen to me.
I love you too, right?
But you know what you gotta do, right,
to get back with me, for messing up my money?
You gotta bring me one of those girls, baby.
Guess what? Drew approved your senior project.
Wait, really? No-- no way.
Well, kind of.
He said it needed to be both of our projects,
because it was so expensive and all.
Y-you want this to be your... project?
Yeah. Why not?
I can be, like, the project manager,
and you know I'm very good at bossing people around.
-(chuckles) -And that way we can be done
and not have to worry about it next year
when everyone else is freaking out.
-Thank you. -Now all we need to do is get Gabe onboard.
What's that?
It's, uh, The Magic Tree House.
The one where they go to the Ice Age. I found it in the attic.
Umm...
Do you wanna...
read it to me?
"One summer day in Frog Creek, Pennsylvania,
a mysterious tree house appeared in the woods."
(chuckles) "Eight-year-old Jack
"and his seven-year-old sister, Annie,
climbed into the tree house."
-Stef: Hey, love. -What are you doing here?
Oh, you know, just in the neighborhood.
Okay. Hey. Okay?
-Callie: Yeah. -Stef: Hey, Diamond. How are ya?
-Everything okay at G.U.? -Yeah, it's good.
-Stef: Good. -Thanks for getting me in.
-I know I'm really lucky, so-- -It's no problem.
No problem.
Uh, any more thoughts on helping us get Russell off the street?
Yeah. I'll do it.
That's good. I'm really happy to hear that.
You're not just saving yourself.
You know, you're gonna save a lot of girls.
I'll go with you into the station tomorrow, talk to the team, all right?
Mmm. Okay.
I should probably go and get some more signatures.
I'm not-- I'm not doing too good, so...
-All right. Got it. I'll see you tomorrow. -Yeah.
(Cristina singing)
You have a very pretty singing voice.
(laughs) Girl, tell me something I don't know.
No, for real. You could be big-time.
I definitely see that for you.
I actually know a music producer.
My boyfriend. He came up in the hood with Kendrick.
-Wow. -He could probably hook you up with a record deal or something.
-Seriously? -Yeah.
-No way. -For real.
What? Oh, that's-- okay, that's dope.
-(girls chattering) -What do you think of her?
I think she's gonna be okay.
I could've ended up like her
or any of these girls
if you hadn't rescued me and Jude.
You guys were always meant to be our kids.
You know? I love you.
-Oh, I love you too. -(kissing)
(soft rock music playing)
(phone clicking)
¶ I had a dream ¶
¶ That when I woke up, you were finally there ¶
¶ And I believed ¶
¶ That all the hours turned to minutes ¶
¶ It's not fair ¶
¶ And when I turned to look at where you should've been ¶
¶ I started drifting ¶
(phone rings)
-(error tones) -Operator: We're sorry.
You've reached a number that is no longer in service.
-(clicks) -¶ That there was something missing ¶
So, I didn't want to say this over the phone,
and I probably shouldn't be talking about it at all,
but... it wasn't a parent who told Lauren about the sex ed class.
There actually wasn't even a complaint.
Okay, well, so then how did Lauren find out about it then?
-Drew. -Drew told Lauren.
Why?
Guess who they're making interim principal.
(sighs)
¶ Turn the key ¶
¶ I try, I try ¶
Callie: Thought you might be here.
¶ To drive away into the night ¶
I can be pretty sporty, too.
¶ Try to keep ¶
(grunts)
-¶ I try to keep between the lines ¶ -That's a good shot.
¶ And out of sight ¶
(distant chattering)
¶ And when I looked beside me where you should've been ¶
Did-- did you see me kiss Dawn?
¶ I tried to stare into your eyes and realized ¶
-Why didn't you say anything? -Because...
¶ And if I stayed ¶
When Aaron kissed me, it didn't mean anything.
I was hoping that you felt the same way.
¶ 'Cause it's not you, it's just a dream ¶
Unless-- did it?
¶ It's only fake, I just gotta leave ¶
I-- I shouldn't have kissed her...
-¶ I gotta leave ¶ -...and I'm sorry I didn't tell you.
But did it mean something?
Do you like her?
Yeah.
I like her.
It's easy with her.
¶ 'Cause when I turned to look ¶
I love you, Callie.
¶ At where you should've been, I started drifting ¶
But... everything is so damn hard.
-¶ I tried to stare into your eyes ¶ -It shouldn't be so hard.
¶ And realized that there was something ¶
(no discernible dialog)
(theme music plays)