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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.
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.
Stef: Wow! What are you-- she--
this--
(mutters)
(music playing)
(no discernible dialog)