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-Come on, slow pokes! -Okay!
So what do you think?
It looks like us.
Except my cheeks aren't that round.
Okay. We'll fix it tomorrow. Don't worry.
-By the way, my birthday's tomorrow.
And my foster dad is taking me out to dinner
and he said that you guys can come, so you better be there.
You know I won't miss your birthday.
Yeah. Like, seriously. Of course, we're there.
All right. Gotta run. Dinner night with Mom.
You know how it is.
- Bye. - Bye.
-I think it's cute. -No, seriously.
Do I look like that?
Hey, Zeke, what happened?
Your mom throw you out again?
She got someone in there?
Yeah.
One day you are gonna be a big tech whiz.
None of this is gonna matter.
-Mama. -Hello, Chiquita.
-Hey, the flowers. -Why are you here?
He brought us some food, Mama.
We were having a good time.
Maya, here. I can do that.
Maya, I can just do that. Hey, hey, hey.
Maya, I can just do that.
Here, why don't we just-- You know what?
What-- what-- Here. Why don't--
Let's-- let's have dinner, you guys.
Mama. Here.
He brought...
Mama. Maya. Maya.
Maya.
Maya.
Maya! Hey.
Hey.
Come on. Just give him a chance.
Look, he messed up, but he's a good guy.
He broke your arm. Remember?
-Yes. -Mom, please. Okay?
I can't keep going into work for you.
-I have exams and homework. -But he apologized.
-It's not gonna happen again. -Mom.
You've been doing really good, Mom.
You don't need him.
He's here. He brought us some food.
He's a good guy.
-Hey, why is this picture here? -Mom, can you stop?
-He's not even your-- -Can you stop saying that?
What are you painting? Tell me. Show me.
I wanna see that.
Oh, Mama. I have to go.
What? Where?
I asked for an extra shift
'cause we have to pay the rent.
What about movie night?
-Mom? -Someone's gotta work.
You know you're crazy? You're actually crazy.
- Yeah, you are. - You know what?
Don't call me crazy.
I'm done. You're scaring her!
- Yeah? Yeah? - Maya, hey. Hey. It's okay.
- Leave her! - I have to go. Okay?
I have to go. Alright? But you'll be fine.
It's gonna be okay. I'm done. Maya, no. Let go.
- Yeah, because that's what you always do, right?
- You just run away. - I'm so sick of you.
Like you always do.
- Raul! Raul! - Raul, where are you going? Raul!
Raul!
It's okay.
I've got you, Maya.
-What you making? -What are you doing?
I'm hungry.
-And? -I'm not gonna tell your mom.
You're a creep. Get--
You wanna eat or not?
Tell her what? Get out my way!
Oh, so you're not hungry?
Hey.
Maya.
Maya. Maya. Maya. Maya. Maita.
Maya.
Maya, your door is stuck. What's going on here?
- Maya? - -I'm borrowing some money--
No, no, no. You can't take that money.
- Come on. I told you-- - Diego, no! Give me my backpack.
You can't take that money. That's for the rent.
I told you I'm gonna pay you back! Don't you trust me?
- Diego, stop! - What's wrong with you?
Diego, please stop!
You stop!
You stop! You stop!
- Stop! - Mom?
- Stop! - Mom!
Mom! Mom, are you okay?
-What did you do? -Why you make me act like this?
I'm trying to change. And you keep doing the same stuff.
Mom. Mom. Everything's okay.
Everything is gonna be okay.
He didn't mean it.
Mom it's not your fault okay?
- Maya... - We need to get help.
We need to get help. I'm gonna call an ambulance.
Maya, they'll take you away from me.
No, we have to. Okay? I'm sorry.
Maya, no! Maya!
Por favor. Maya, stop!
911. What's your emergency?
We need an ambulance at 1471 South Atlantic, please.
- Okay. Please, stop! Maya, please!
Mom, I'm sorry!
Can't you just arrest him?
Your mom told the police that she just fell.
He keeps doing it and getting away with it.
I know.
But we can't do anything until she's willing
to press charges against him.
Try to convince her, Maya.
She needs to protect herself and you.
Has he ever hurt you?
If you don't feel safe at home, we can put you back in care.
No. No way. No.
Please can I-- can I just go see her?
She's gonna need to stay here for a few days.
I need to take you to the shelter
until your mom's ready to go back home.
-Okay? -Okay.
30 seconds to finish your test.
All right, everybody, please hand in your tests.
And if you didn't get me your homework essay,
now is your last chance.
Thank you very much. Thank you. Thank you.
Maya.
Your test, please. And I also need your homework.
I didn't do them.
What's going on, Maya? Is everything okay at home?
You can talk to me, Maya.
My mom's in the hospital.
I'm sorry.
I know those things can't be easy.
I'll tell you what, you can retake the test next week
and do your homework essay then, okay?
Are you still thinking about art school?
Good, but you need to focus
and keep those grades up.
You are talented, Maya.
You could really have a chance in life.
Oh. Hey, Maya.
Uh, do you wanna go grab a milkshake?
Sorry, I have a lot of homework to catch up on. Thanks though.
If you need help, let me know 'cause I can--
Bro. Take a hint. She's an eight.
You're a four.
Yeah, keep walking, Pizza Boy.
Back off. Okay? Leave him alone.
Yeah. He's always there.
Every corner is like he's just right there.
He's like, "Maya--"
Is he trying to hit on you again?
He's such a dweeb.
Where have you been? You missed my birthday and everything.
Sorry.
Did she report him this time?
-What do you think? -I'm sorry.
Anyway, are you gonna go to Amal's party on Saturday?
It's gonna be lit.
I am not sure. I think I have a date.
Girl, you've been holding out on us? Who with?
-He's cool, I guess. -And?
Okay. Um, he looks like this.
Wow. He's hot.
Where'd you find him? And can you get me one?
Oh, I've got to go. Bye!
"I can't wait to actually meet you."
- "To actually meet you." - Oh, shut it!
Maya!
Hey, Mama!
What? Mom, I'm trying to clean.
Really?
The doctors wanted me to press charges
and I told them no.
-I want no trouble. -Really?
From now on, it's just you and me.
You keep saying that, Mom.
And each time it gets worse. What if he kills you next?
- No, he's not going to kill me, Maya.
What am I supposed to do? What?
What?
Hold on. Hold on.
Oh, wait, I have to go to work.
Ms. Rosetti needs me.
Mom, you can't go anywhere buzzed like that.
-Maya, we need the money, Maya. -Stay, Ma--
I will go. I will go for you, Mom.
I know her house. I'll go.
Okay. Alright. Thank you, Maya. Thank you.
And you can't be drinking with-- You can't drink with those pills, Mom!
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