Switched at Birth

- You have a son. - Yeah. Will.

- What about his mom? - She died when he was three.

- I'm sorry. - Are you Mingo?

- What can I do for ya? - You can start by apologizing

- for blowing up our bathroom. - Play you for it.

I guess what I'm saying is...

Both Tank and I made mistakes.

If we're gonna get past this,

I need you to know the truth and be okay with it.

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I am this close to losing my kid to foster care.

- And if I'm supposed to care... - I know you have it way worse.

What is it with your two? You think I give a rat's ass

you have a kid waiting for you back at whatever pit you crawled out of?

I don't.

- So whatever happened with Tank? - I told the truth

and they expelled him.

Payback's a bitch.

I heard that he had to move back home with his dad for the semester.

I'm just so ready for this whole mess to be over with...

Tank, community service, all of it.

- How many more days you got? - 19,

and then 97 more of probation

and then I am a free woman.

- (Cellphone ringing) - Lucky you.

Crap. It's my aunt. She's watching Sam.

Hey, is he okay?

What? You said you could watch him till 4:00.

No, I can't leave early.

Come on. Don't do this to me, please.

Kennish, get to work painting over that graffiti.

Whitewash is in the van.

Hey, Gordon, can I talk to you

- for a second? - Talk about what?

I'll clean up more dead rats.

I will weed for eight hours straight.

Just please don't make me paint over that.

- Why not? - Because it's art.

I don't care if it's the Mona Lisa.

I told you to paint over it.

Okay, could you just stop and...

and look at it for a second

and try to see it for what it really is?

An artist trying to make people

see something differently.

Get it done, or I'm writing you up.

As a fellow street artist,

I cannot, in good conscience, defile someone else's work.

News flash, young lady:

You're not an artist, you're a convict.

Now get to it, or I'll make sure they add

another hundred hours to your sentence!

I do not understand why you have to be such a jerk.

I have done everything that you have asked of me,

and you go out of your way to be rude.

And by the way, I don't think you have any power to add...

- (choking) - Are you okay?

What? Are you... oh!

Oh, you're choking. You're totally choking.

Okay. Okay. It's okay.

My sister taught me the Heimlich maneuver. Just... okay.

- (Coughing) - Okay.

Okay. You... you okay?

Hey. Okay.

Okay, you're gonna be fine.

Get back to work!

Now!

What's going on?

19 more days.

Very mature.

Just thought you'd like to know

that I saved the Golden Gate from an alien attack.

- Get out. - Wait. What?

He cleared level 10 of American Hero 7.

- It's a video game. - Oh.

Only took me three straight days of excess rush

and pizza... food of the gods.

Well, the Golden Gate is a miracle of modern engineering.

You couldn't let it go down without a fight.

Finally, a woman who understands me.

Lucky for you,

the storm didn't knock out the dorm's power.

- There was a storm? - Are you kidding?

Yes, he is.

So, I was thinking we should hang out.

- _ - _

Yeah, totally.

If you're free tonight, I know about this party over at Campus View.

Sounds great.

Cool. I'll text you.

That is going to be a total waste of time.

- What? - Coach Walsh wants to spend

another practice watching film.

What those boys need are fielding fundamentals,

not more sitting on their butts.

It's not easy going from player to coach.

You okay?

_

No, it's fine. Come on.

Hey, did you do those cool-down exercises that I showed you?

_

Happy to help.

_

Uh-huh. Let's see what we can do here.

"Analyze the communist manifesto by Karl Marx.

In your essay, take a critical and well-informed position

and argue a particular interpretation of the text."

Yeah. I would love to help,

but communism and writing... not my...

Ah! But this fine lady is a literary genius.

- (Clears throat) - (Scoffs)

Someone is trying to butter me up.

Would you mind reading

one of Travis' school papers?

And maybe giving him some of your expertise?

I'd be happy to.

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I save the guy's life, and he writes me up.

Unbelievable. You know, for the record,

Gordon is a sexist, condescending ass-hat.

Which makes it all the more surprising

that he recommended you be released early

- for good behavior. - He what?

Seems that saving his life did a number on his conscience.

- Oh. - And based on my experience

with you, I seconded the idea.

So, "released," what does that mean, exactly?

You won't have to finish your remaining 19 days.

- Oh my god. - I also recommended to the judge

that your remaining days of probation be rescinded.

So I'm free? I'm like totally free?

I can travel. I can go wherever I want?

- Have at it. - Yes!

Oh, thank you, thank you,

thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you.

Just promise me your name won't ever cross my desk again.

Never. You have my word.

Oh, here, let me help.

- Thanks. - Oh. Wow. What do you got in here?

My books.

You must be the best-read kid this side of the Mississippi.

- Hey. - Morning.

- Morning. - What's all this?

- Going on a trip? - (Chuckles)

The roof's been leaking like a sieve since the storm.

We need to move to a motel while it gets fixed.

- Which sucks. - Will. Language.

- Well, how long you out for? - The estimate says two days,

which probably means four.

Where's your backpack? Go back up and get it, please.

- Can't you? - No, dude, you do it.

- What's got into you today? - We've been in 19 motels since kindergarten.

- 19. - So?

- So they're disgusting. - Will, enough.

You could stay with me.

Daphne is away at school,

and you two could stay in her room.

- Beats a motel room. - Yeah!

No. No, seriously.

- We weren't fishing for an invite. - I know you weren't.

But I'd like to help.

Besides, it's just for a couple of nights.

- Come on, dad. Please. - (Scoffs)

- All right. - Great.

- Hey. - Hey.

- You have a sec? - Oh yeah, sure.

- Everything okay? - I'm reading this paper

that Travis wrote for school,

and to be Frank, I can't believe how bad it is.

It's not uncommon for deaf kids.

Remember, English is his second language.

A.S.L. grammar has more in common with Chinese than English.

Well, how did Daphne manage?

'Cause I was on her. Every night before bed I made her read 20 pages.

And then, after school, the two of us would sit down

with her homework and review every single word.

Nurturing and positive reinforcement,

neither of which Travis had growing up.

- Yeah. - Oh, wait, I'm sorry.

Um, you needed something?

Yes, I...

invited my business partner and his son

to stay with me for a few days while their roof is being repaired.

- I hope it's okay. - Oh, yeah, of course.

It's your home too.

Um, actually, Eric and I are sort of involved.

- Oh? - I know.

Good for you.

The invitation came out of my mouth before I'd even thought it through.

So?

Is it like we're playing house?

I hadn't gone there, but clearly you have.

I'm overthinking it.

What if he hates the way I look in the morning?

What if we drive each other nuts?

- What if... - What if, what if.

At least you'll know.

Right. Right.

Can you believe it? I'm finally free

to go to L.A., and the timing could not be worse.