The Fosters

Previously on The Fosters...

When do they send the paper to the printer?

What if they caught an error and sent a new file?

"Not the Fake News: What Really Happened the Night of the Protest."

We have to fight back.

I decided to shut it down

until the future of Anchor Beach has been decided.

that Monte was still the principal

and that Drew's vote doesn't count.

- Where are you going to school? - Not Anchor Beach Charter?

No, we didn't hear good things.

You took Emma to get an abortion?

Jesus, you took a baseball bat to Brandon's room.

That art professor just called me and she changed her mind.

She's gonna help me put my portfolio together.

Ximena has agreed to let you shadow her.

- Are those yours? - I'm on a derby team.

I wish I had somewhere to unleash my beast.

You do. Your art.

And we're off!

Kick her out! She went out!

Which one's Ximena?

X-TerminateHER. She's got the x's under her eyes.

This is like wrestling on wheels.

I think you should join the team.

Yeah, right.

What? You'd look hot in a pair of those shorts and a little war paint.

Ooh!

I thought Drew shut it down.

The underground paper. We're calling it, Rise Up.

I need your help slipping them into lockers before school.

Mariana, I can't get in any more trouble right now.

Ooh, hey. She scored again.

Excuse me, we're talking about something important.

- Mariana. - What?

You could have told me you were out on a date.

You didn't give me a chance, and it's not a date.

Sorry.

This isn't a date?

I'm kidding. But, uh,

maybe we can go out sometime without your sister

and the Chula Vista Trauma Kweens?

Yes, please.

- Tomorrow night? - Sure.

What do you want to do?

Um... anything. Seriously, I have so much going on.

I got it. I'll make a plan.

You know, it's not like I'm asking you to get someone out of prison

or prostitution.

Or maybe you just don't care because you're graduating this year.

- Ximena, hey. - Hey!

- Congratulations. - Thanks!

It's so awesome you came.

- Yeah, this is my sister, Mariana, and... Aaron. - Hi.

- Hey. - It's so cool that you have a Latina team.

And you're so badass. Does it hurt when you get hit?

Yeah. I mean, but then I get to hit back.

Is there another game?

Oh, yeah. This is our junior team, The Traumacitas.

- You have a junior team? - Yeah, 14 to 17-year-olds.

- Their parents let them play? - They would need permission slips,

but yeah, I mean, most parents usually get into it.

Poppy!

This is my little sister, Poppy.

- Hey. - Hi.

What's your derby name?

_

I love it.

You guys could join the junior team.

As if our moms would let us play a contact sport.

Jesus wrestled.

- Why treat girls any different? - That's a good point.

Go warm up. All right, I gotta go. I'm their coach.

Oh, cool. See ya.

See ya. Oh, hey, listen.

Forgot to tell you. You need to get started on your self-portrait.

- For your portfolio. - Self-portrait?

Yeah.

Thank you for inviting me to stay for dinner.

- Thanks for helping, Aaron. - Unlike some people.

So, uh, have you heard from Emma?

Any idea how the team's doing?

Well, they qualified for round one.

What? It was all over Facebook.

Besides, qualifying is the easy part. We'll see how they actually do.

- I'm sure they miss you. - I'm sure they don't.

I'm sorry, what was that?

- Nothing. - Mm-hmm.

Jude? Jude.

- Jude! - What?

No phones at the dinner table.

Hey, Callie. So, how's your art class going?

Fine. I just have to do a self-portrait.

- Yeah, what's wrong with that? - I just wish that

all my projects didn't have to be about me.

Well, all the great artists did self-portraits.

- Picasso, van Gogh. - Yeah, but I'm not a great artist.

I don't know how to draw myself.

- Take a selfie. - Seriously?

You took those great pictures of me on the beach.

Yeah, but that was because you didn't know I was taking them.

How about we take candid photos of you

and then you can decide which one looks the most like you.

How is it a self-portrait if we're doing the work?

That's actually a great idea.

Thank you. I'm full of great ideas.

But I don't want to know who's taking what photo.

Like, I want to find out who sees me as I see myself,

and that can be, like,

the theme of my piece.

Hm. I like it. We can all drop them in your Dropbox.

I have an idea, too. What if everybody

writes my history paper,

and then I pick which one will get me the best grade?

That's very funny. No.

- Hey, B. - You smell like French fries.

Oh, yeah? You would too

if you spent five hours chained to a deep fryer.

At least you aren't chained to the house all day.

Moms, can I go back to school?

I'm sorry, were you actually talking to me just then? That's amazing.

Seriously, Moms. When can I go back?

Who would have thought that you would ever say that?

Hey, well, I'm bored and I'm missing out on everything, so.

Look, we understand, honey, but...

- _ - Honey, let us talk to your doctor, okay?

_

- _ - B, seriously?

- Sorry. - B! You guys,

I am gonna start taking away your cell phones

before dinner every night. It's getting out of control.

But you get to keep your phone at dinner?

I am on-call, okay? This could be work.

So, we're on for tomorrow night.

Ooh. On for what?

We have, uh, invited the new neighbors over for dinner.

- You invited. - So, that wasn't a work text?

Wait, are they bringing their son? He's super hot.

Yes, Logan is going to be there,

as are all of you. Yes?

Um...

Actually, Aaron and I have a date.

Yeah, I already bought the movie tickets, so.

- Really? - Yeah. Online.

Oh, you just... you didn't ask me what I wanted to see.

Because you told me to plan everything.

- So, what are we seeing? - You'll find out tomorrow.

- I have work, so. - And I have plans with Noah.

Well, you can invite him.

Wait, why are we inviting the new neighbors over for dinner?

We never did that with the old ones.

As it turns out, Mom went to high school with Tess.

- What? - Oh.

- Talk about a small world. - Really small.

Tess was Mom's first girlfriend.

- No way. - Really?

- Why would you... - Wait, you're kidding!

- Seriously? - Mom, what?

Hey. Whoa!

So, when you said, "study"...

- Yeah. - Okay.

We can talk to his doctor, but after what he did to Brandon's room...

We're gonna keep him home until we're sure he can handle school.

Agreed.

He's still not talking to Brandon. What are we gonna do about that?

What can we do? Eventually... hopefully... he'll get over it, you know?

What are we gonna make for dinner tomorrow night?

Oh... anything special Tess likes?

Okay, I wouldn't recall.

I cannot believe you told the kids that she was my girlfriend.

I was just teasing you.

I don't want them thinking that there was anything more

than a friendship between the two of us.

They're our neighbors!

Why are you whispering? They can't hear us.

I don't want Tess knowing I had a crush on her. Come on.

Well, I was just having a little fun, and you set the record straight.

Our kids have loose lips.

What if they said something? How awkward would that be?

How do you know Tess didn't have a crush on you?

She did not. She's... she's straight.

- You were straight. - I was never straight.

I was confused and repressed.

Well, I'm just glad you're not repressed any more.

Oh, I'm... well, I may have to take some convincing.

Mmm.

Mmm!

Okay.

- What? - Gabe is entertaining.

How do we feel about that?

The Sea Breeze: Rise Up, edition No. 1, people.

I borrowed the garage for 30 minutes, so let's get down to business.

Taylor, great job on the lead story,

"Why Monte is Our Rightful Principal."

The timing is perfect because there is a meeting

with the Board of Education tomorrow to determine just that.

Fingers crossed.

Okay, so, let's fold these in quarters

so we can slip them into lockers.

We need to get there an hour early so we don't get caught.