Chez X. Steven and X banter in the hallway about how good DaveKelley's Child were, and about dancing: "Hey, I can dance!" "I know. But you don't." "Well, a man needs a reason to dance." And so on. Meanwhile, The Harper Image is sitting upstairs, eavesdropping intently. Then X gets a little affectionate and says, "And it's very…very…good for exercise." "Oh, now you're calling me fat." Then they get all quiet, and Brooke is upstairs starting to tear up, and then they each say, "I miss you," and then they lean in for a gentle and sweet peck on the lips, and Brooke starts crying, and oh, all right: awwwww.
Vice-office. Scott is laying into Dr. Benji, and not in a good way: "You told me you were doing Our Town!" "I never said that." See, Dr. Benji was all tricky, because really it's Our Town Two. "By Thornton Wilder?" "No, by Susan Miller." "You said it was Wilder!" "I may have said that it was wilder…than the original." Heh. Actually, it would be cooler if he really was just doing Our Town, but had cast it with two women in the leads. But oh well. Scott tells Benji to cancel the play, because the funding for the arts program rides on it (and not in a good way), and "I won't have it jeopardized by an aberrant piece of filth!" But Dr. Benji gives as good as he gets (again: not the good way): "Filth!? You're a putz! My word!"
Special meeting room. Steven and Harry are having a meeting with the mother of Max. You know, the kid who writes about death. As the scene begins, she's asking, rather incredulously, "That's why you've asked me here? You think he's going to kill himself?" Harry says that Max seems particularly obsessed with death, and Steven concurs. I mean, why can't Max just write a story about the time he acted like a monster, and chased the dog with a fork, so he got sent to his room without supper, until a forest grew, and he sailed across the ocean to the land of the wild things, where they made him king, and Max bade the wild rumpus start? I mean, would that be so much to ask? Aaaaaaanyway, his mom insists that Max is not suicidal. In fact, "Max has leukemia, Mr. Harper. He's in remission, and we think he's going to beat it. But he writes about death because it helps him face his fears." Harry says he's sorry, and he didn't know, and Max never told him. "No, he didn't. Probably because he doesn't want you to run out and start a cancer club." Hey, she's doing my job. But then she takes it back, saying that Harry didn't deserve that, so she's not doing my job very well. "Look, Max won't take his life. He's an upbeat kid. The only thing he gets down on is his hair, and that's just because Mr. Lipschultz keeps ridiculing him about it."