All language subtitles for Kyle XY S02E21 Grey Matters

Previously on Kyle XY...

I think I'm sensing a thaw
where my mom's concerned.

If she's letting us
study together,

a date can't be
too far behind.

Mrs. Bloom.
Yes.

Could I take Amanda
to the prom?

Maybe.

Yes.

Maybe I am lazy
and I lack study skills,

but I've changed,
and I'm going to do

something important
with my life.

My test results are back.
I'm officially in remission!

I'm finally comfortable
with where we are.

Which is?
Friends.

Friends.

Without benefits.

Brutal.

Did you hear any of that song?

Uh, not really.
Come in here.

W-W-W-What does
his opinion matter?

He knows music.

Brian told me all about the girl
in the picture of Sarah.

He said he created me

from Sarah's genetic material
after she died.

"The biochemistry department
cancelled the final exam

"after discovering honor
student Sarah Emerson

"stole the test and
vandalized the lecture hall

in the science building."

She gave everyone the answers.

My mother was awesome.

The way you've crossed
boundaries,

mixing your personal
and your professional life,

shows an alarming
lack of judgment

and ethical integrity.

Challenge yourself.

Incredible.

Need a break?

I'm just getting started.

I'm fine.

You can't keep
doing this to yourself.

Promise me you'll stop.

I promise.

Where did you get this?

Someone left it for Jesse.

We don't know who.

Sarah and I used
to bury messages

for each other
within the music.

We'd translate
the sounds into images.

I gave Sarah a Latnok Ring
with a red stone.

I thought Sarah was dead.

She is.

Never misses.

[Kyle]
Every day,

we face questions
of right and wrong

and decisions about whether
to take action

or stay out of the game.

And it's when those choices
are least clear

that we draw
upon our conscience,

follow our instincts,

and reveal
our true character.

This is, like,
the one place in the world

where I've almost
got the edge on you.

What are you gonna do now?

What?

Like I said, almost.

I do have an advantage.

Tell me about it, pod boy.

I'm talking about your ankle.

You've been favoring
your good one.

Just hope the coaches
at U-Dub don't notice.

U-Dub?

I'm working out there
next week

to show them what I can do.

Can't let this bum ankle
slow me down.

So what's up with you?

I mean, how are things
with you and Amanda?

It's good.

Her mom's letting me
take her to the prom.

Cool.

I just gotta think of
the right way to ask her.

Dude, it's not
a marriage proposal.

I just want it to be perfect.

For you, Deckie.

Oh, I love that book.
How do you like it?

I'm not reading.
I'm listening.

Listening?

You know, that's
a really bad habit--

eavesdropping on people.

Tell me you wouldn't do it
if you could.

So what are they saying?

Kyle just asked Declan
who he's taking to prom.

Really? And?

They're talking
about Declan's ankle again.

Damn!
[bell ringing]

Mr. Trager,
I've just received the results

from the placement exams.

Please sit down.

And your score went up

by an astonishing
27% over last year.

That's awesome.

Mr. Trager,
I take great pride

in what the students
at Beachwood can accomplish.

Well, thank you.

Which is why I find
this situation so disturbing.

You're a former
remedial student

with a C average.

C-plus.

Yes, well,

it's just not possible
to make such a dramatic leap

without...assistance.

Mr. Hooper, I busted
my ass studying.

Mr. Trager.

I'll take that test again.
Right here, right now.

There are too many other
average students

who scored
well above the norm.

Now, something
is going on here.

And I promise you
I'm going to find out what.

I will not tolerate cheaters
at my school.

That makes you feel better?

The banana
got Marie Antoinetted

because I can't do it
to Hooper.

Funny thing is

if you asked me
who Marie Antoinette was

about three months ago,

I would've probably said

that French foreign exchange
student with the acne.

But I've been applying myself.

I found a new leaf,
and I turned that puppy over.

I know how much work
you've been doing.

You wouldn't cheat
after all that.

Would you?

You're the human lie detector.
You tell me.

You didn't cheat.

Now convince Hooper.

Make the world safe
for bananas everywhere.

Tropical Splendor.
Your favorite.

I didn't order this.

You're here.
I just assumed you'd ask.

Thank you.

Amanda, speaking of asking,

can I have a straw?

Oh, yeah. Sure.

Sorry.

Awesome.
Yeah.

Step into my office.

What?

It's about the prom.

Mrs. Bloom said
I could ask Amanda.

But I don't know how.

I'll take this one.

"Amanda, will you go
to prom with me?"

[snickers]

It's that easy?
I mean, I thought that...

If it were that simple,
you must be missing something?

Well, yes.

Aw. And you came to your
goddesses of all things estrogen

for the real skinny.

You came to us for girl advice.
Just ask her.

Oh!

I'll do it now.

No! You can't do that.

Look at her.
She's way too busy.

And she has a big chunk
of kiwi stuck in her hair.

Okay. I'll do it
when she goes on her break.

[sigh]

She'll have low blood sugar,
and her feet will hurt.

I thought you said
this was simple.

The question is simple.

But the timing
of the question...

Needs to be perfect.

I heard your ankle hurts.

[chuckles]
Did it make the news?

I think I can help you.

I know how
to work through pain.

Maybe I could take
yours away.

Um, okay.

Well, not-- not here.

It has to be a secret,
and you can't tell Kyle.

Why?

Because he doesn't like it
when I do special things.

Um, you know, thanks,

but, uh, I think
I'll let it heal on its own.

[Adam]
It's good that you
haven't told Jessi.

It would be wrong
to give her hope

that her mother's alive
before we're sure.

And I'm concerned
that she might tell Taylor.

What do you think
he might do?

Use that information
to try to restore

his standing with Latnok.

The same reason
he keeps pushing Jessi.

To impress them.

There's no point.
Latnok is done with him.

Whoever sent this
is very concerned

about remaining unexposed.

But if it is Sarah,

why would she
fake her own death?

Why would she
stay hidden all this time?

Because people hide
when they're afraid

or when they want
to reinvent themselves.

Or when they're secretly healing
themself from a gunshot wound.

True.

But if she really is alive,
why is she contacting me now,

and not you?

Because I failed her
when she needed me.

I can't believe
Principal Hooper.

He was completely
inappropriate.

To hurl an accusation
like that at you

after the effort you've made.

I've been profiled
based on past reputation.

We should sue.

You sure your case
would hold up in court?

Please. I may have cut
a few corners back in the day,

but I'm an honest-to-God
B student now.

Well, I think Principal Hooper
needs a good talking-to.

I'll go with you.
Oh, no, no.

You don't need to miss
your class. I can handle him.

Go, Mrs. Trager.

Now this one.

That's too heavy.

Be positive.

That's right.
You can do it.

You can do it.

[shuddering]

Why did you stop?

[panting]

Oh, I'm bleeding.

Just wipe it off
and keep going.

You were doing so well.

Don't quit.

Okay.

Look, we need to show them
that you weren't a mistake.

We need to prove to Latnok
that we matter.

Well, all I do is train
in here day after day.

The time will come when we'll
prove to them what you can do.

Meanwhile, why don't we change
up your routine a little bit?

Tomorrow we'll
take it outside.

Okay, yeah.
That sounds good.

In the meantime,
let's try it again.

[sigh]

Hooper said
there were other students

whose grades didn't match
their usual grades?

Yeah. And apparently,
I was involved

in a crappy student cheating
ring I didn't know about.

How would that work?

I mean, if you
could've cheated?

I guess the old me may have
considered a cheat sheet.

Impractical in this case.

Way too much material
to cover.

Any other methods?

Mmm, sneaking a peek at someone
else's answers is an option.

But I sat between Darryl Tibb,
who was wasted at the time,

and Kim Tresa--

hot as hell
but no mental giant.

If anything,
they cheated off me.

My only crime was doing better
than Hooper expected me to.

I should've bombed as usual
and avoided this mess.

No, you earned that score.

Yeah, I did,
and I really wanna keep it.

[sigh]

Good night.

Good night.

[computer chimes]

You can't accuse Josh
of cheating

because his score
has improved.

If you look at his records--

That was last year.

He's finally made a commitment
to his education.

You should be applauding that,

not condemning him
without any proof.

Mrs. Trager,
in my experience,

numbers lie far less
than people do.

And unfortunately,
these numbers show

that you have two suspected
cheaters living in your home.

Now you're suggesting
Lori's involved.

No. No, not your daughter.

Kyle?

[knock on door]

Come in.

Hi.

You've gotta be kidding me.

I mean, why would the smartest
kid at your school

bother to cheat on a test
he could take blindfolded?

Mr. Hooper, Josh didn't cheat.
Neither did I.

It has come to my attention
that someone

hacked into the district's
computer system,

downloaded the tests,
and then posted them

on some sort
of secret Web site.

The results being

that students who were
failing their courses

managed to ace their exams.

I want you
to show me that Web site

and tell me who
logged onto it.

I don't know anything
about a Web site.

You can't target Kyle
for posting those tests.

Even I'd know how to do that.

Yes. But hacking into
the district's mainframe

is only slightly harder
than breaking into Fort Knox.

Now, do you know
any other student here

that could do that...
besides him?

[Kyle]
What were you thinking?

What do you mean?
It's so Sarah.

Except Sarah got in trouble
for what she did at U-Dub.

Mmm, because she got caught.

And she gave away
the answers to the test.

I just posted the questions.

Why? For attention?

No. Everyone was complaining
about the exams.

I just wanted to help them.

Except Hooper thinks I did it.

And now Josh and everyone who
scored higher than expected

is under suspicion.

Well, maybe they cheated.

Or maybe they studied
really hard like Josh did.

Look, all I did
was post the test

and help spread the word
a little.

I'm not responsible for anyone
who logged on to check it out.

[groans]

What is it?
Nothing.

Jessi, you promised
you'd stop pushing yourself.

I'm fine.

You just got me
worked up a little.

Are you gonna turn me in?

No.

Thanks.

Hey.

Hey. Why is everyone
smiling at me?

Oh, word's out you're the hacker
who posted the exams.

I didn't.

I know that, but they don't.

They're impressed by someone
who helped people cheat?

Everyone looks for an edge.
It's human nature.

Did you look up the Web site?

No. But I would have
if I'd have known about it.

You've got a built-in advantage
over everyone at this school,

so a sneak peek at that test

sort of leveled
the playing field.

They still had to look up
the answers, so it's not--

[groans]

Is your ankle any better?

The same, which sucks.

I'll catch you later.

[bell ringing]

Been there, done him.

And him.

We've been watching
the same parade of Neanderthals

since seventh grade.

I suppose I could tap
into my inner lesbian

and go with
a hot cheerleader.

You have an inner lesbian?

To not have to go stag
to prom,

I would inner anything.

Any news on the deejay?
I need to finalize the budget.

I'm working on it.

On it or on him?

You seriously have to
stop it with that.

You're interested
in the deejay?

I am not
interested in the deejay.

Is there a smart-girl quote
for what just happened there?

Methinks a lady
doth protest too much.

Thank you, smart girl.
You're welcome.

So has anything delicious
happened to you today?

Hillary!

What are you talking about?
Nothing.

We're talking about smart girls
and smart-but-clueless boys

who need their friends' help to
pave the glorious way to prom.

Stop it.
You're gonna spoil it for her.

Spoil what?

Both of you, spill.

I can't help it.
It's too cute.

You're gonna be so excited.

[indistinct whispering]

You really think
you can help me?

What changed your mind?

My ankle hurts.
It's really tight,

and I've gotta be
at the top of my game.

You want to be the best.

I wanna be my best.

I know what that's like.

So are you still into it?

Well, the truth is I've never
done anything like it before.

Give it a shot.

Okay. Just promise
that you won't tell Kyle.

I promise.

Okay.

[Josh]
So he thinks you're the hacker?

Does Hooper know
who he's dealing with?

You're Mr. Pure As Snow,
I Cannot Tell A Lie.

I don't know about that,
but I guess he thinks
I'm smart enough to do it.

Hooper thinks you're not
smart enough to do well,

so you must've cheated.

And you're really smart,
so you must be the hacker.

We're both victims
of Hooper's twisted logic.

And I'm telling you,
forget the bananas,

'cause I'm going straight
to Hooper, and I'm gon--

Hey, hey, Mr. Hooper.
How's it going?

Well, I'm very disappointed.

I had hoped my students
would show more conscience,

but so far,
no one's come forward.

It's forced me to consider
canceling the prom.

What does the prom
have to do with this?

Nothing. As soon as
you show me the Web site.

Mr. Hooper, I told you, it's
the first I've heard of it.

Well, then, maybe you can
tell me who is responsible,

and I'll take your cooperation
into account.

I am merely trying to protect

the legitimate scores
of honest students.

Yeah, me included.

Why do they look mad at you?

I think they blame me

'cause Principal Hooper
might cancel the prom.

Because of the Web site?

He wants to know
who posted the exams.

Okay. You want me to tell?
Fine.

But a lot of other people

are going to get
into trouble if I do,

and I don't think
you'd like it.

What do you mean?

If I show Hooper my Web site,

he could trace
the I.P. addresses

of every computer
that logged onto it.

I started to already
and kept a list.

Why would you do that?

Because I like to see
the people I help.

No, I don't wanna see that.

You need to,

to understand
why Hooper can't.

You still want me
to tell him?

Hey.

Hi.

The Hooper Patrol's
got you down, huh?

Yeah.

Let me whip you up
today's special.

You'll love it.
It's fantastic.

Uh, maybe later.

Amanda, I need
to ask you something.

Oh.

Okay.

Please, ask away.

There was a Web site
where someone posted

the placement test
in advance.

Di--

It's none of my business.

[sigh]

I didn't mean
to make you feel bad.

I already do.

I'd heard a rumor about
the Web site and logged on.

When I got to the cover page,

I just couldn't
go through with it.

I clicked right off.

I never saw any
of the questions.

But why did you even go there?
You always get A's.

I fell so far behind

when I came back
from the conservatory.

When I heard
about the Web site,

I guess I just
couldn't resist.

I'll tell Hooper what I did.

No, don't do that.

Well, you and Josh
didn't do anything,

and you're getting
so much grief.

Amanda, how many people
were tempted

or looked just because
they were curious?

Don't say anything to Hooper.

I'll figure a way out.

[sigh]

[Woman]
Yes, Mr. Taylor.

Jessi's almost ready.

I know you don't approve
of my creating her,

but I appreciate
the opportunity to show you

that it wasn't a mistake.

And I think that you'll
all be very impressed

with what she can do.

[gasp]
Holy crap!

How did you do that?

Everything with an atomic mass
has a gravitational field

that can be manipulated.

Huh. That simple, huh?

It was a joke.

Oh.
[polite chuckle]

Man, you and Kyle
are so alike sometimes.

You-- You, uh, you haven't said
anything to him, have you?

No. But why is it
such a secret?

I'm not supposed
to talk about it.

My father would be mad.

So you're out here
every day?

Uh, well, I used to
train inside,

but now I start
by running 13 miles.

Wait. You warm up
with a half a marathon?

I have to condition myself
so I'm ready.

For what?

Let's check out your ankle.

Has your big brain figured out
how to clear both our names yet?

I'm working on it.

But I think it's only fair
to tell you I have
access to a list.

It's a log
of all the I.P. addresses

that looked at the Web site.

How'd you get that?

It's not important.
But...

your computer's not on there,
so it should help your case.

But I couldn't
show it to Hooper

without ratting
everyone else out.

This is true.

Then forget it.
Nobody's taking the fall for me.

Dude, I've got morals.

I know.
It's just nice to see.

Now, uh,
[clears throat]

show me who's on that list.

Hey, I may have morals.
I still wanna see who doesn't.

I need to keep it
confidential.

Figures.

You guys okay?

Man, it sucks
you may miss out

if Hooper follows through
and cancels the prom.

Thanks.

Have you asked her anyways?

Bad timing.

Bye.

He's threatened
to cancel prom?

Okay, that is unacceptable--
to strong-arm you like that.

I'd like to take
Principal Hooper and just...

You and Josh like to take out
your aggressions on food.

Except he chops bananas.

Yeah, well, pasta
is much more satisfying.

I have to call
the superintendent

and tell him how Hooper's
been handling all this.

I wish you wouldn't.

Look, Kyle, with you and Josh
both under the gun--

I mean, I know you want
to protect Jessi, but...

She is the one
who's responsible, isn't she?

I don't wanna get
anyone into trouble.

She made a mistake.
She needs to own up to it.

She's willing to.

But that would mean
exposing some other people.

[knocks]

How'd it go at school today?

Awesome.

Unless you count the
big black cloud over my head.

What's the point of trying

when no one believes
your grades anyway?

Well, I do.

Josh, I know it's been tough,
but I am proud of you.

I have to tell you, the way
you turned your grades around...

And more important,
watching you

support Andy
through her illness,

being such a loving friend.

I don't think I had that kind
of maturity at your age.

In fact, I know I didn't.

So you just keep doing
what you're doing.

Don't let the Hoopers
of this world get you down.

[chuckles]

[computer chimes]

"Taylor won't stop
until he destroys her"?

[beeping]

What does that mean, Taylor's
trying to destroy her?

Well, Jessi said
she stopped pushing herself,

but I can tell she's lying.

I can sense she's not well.
Maybe Taylor's behind it.

We still don't know
who sent those messages

or whether to trust them.

I know I don't trust Taylor.

Oh, I hate to say this,
Kyle, but I--

I don't think I can get
involved when it comes to Jessi.

My professional conduct
is in question.

That social worker
who came here,

she cited me for crossing
ethical boundaries.

You're the most
ethical person I know.

Thank you, but the truth is

I've skirted the rules
now and then.

When I've needed to,
I've cheated.

If you did, I'm sure
it was to help somebody.

Well, I need to
be careful now.

And since I'm not
Jessi's therapist anymore--

I understand.

You've already done
so much to help Jessi.

And that social worker
was wrong about you.

When you think about it,

if you hadn't
skirted the rules,

I might not be here at all.

You look cranky.

I can't get this verse right.

Can't help you there.
I'm tone deaf.

Hills, these are lyrics.

I can rhyme a little.

You have to be careful
with rhymes.

Too pedestrian.

That's what Mark says.

Why do you care so much
what he says?

Once and for all,
this is a professional,

one-song-only relationship.

I hope so.

'Cause I really hate
to see you blow off Declan

for a taste of
college boy pie.

Declan?

Can you honestly tell me
that you still

don't feel the sparkage?

Declan and I are in a really
good place right now.

I don't want to
mess with that.

It doesn't have to be
a mess this time.

Away with you now.
I need to be brilliant.

Fine. I've done my job.

Seed planted.

Good job, Declan.

Hey, what's up?

I was looking for Jessi.

Haven't seen her.

It seems better.

Oh, it is.

Like magic.

What?

Your heart is racing.

Yeah, I was just kicking ass
in that game.

Faster than when you
walked over here.

Man, oh, man, the CIA
should snatch you up.

I told Jessi
I wouldn't tell you,

but the whole thing
creeped me out a little.

She did something.

I'm not sure how,

but she made my ankle
not hurt anymore.

What did she do, exactly?

She touched my ankle,
and then she just concentrated.

I'm not into that whole
faith healer mumbo jumbo stuff,

but...it does
feel a lot looser.

Maybe she manipulated
the joint in some way.

Or maybe it's just
the power of suggestion.

I was desperate for a fix.

That tryout means
everything to me.

I know it does.

You just need to make sure
that your ankle's really healed

so you don't hurt it again.

Yeah, I get it.

I appreciate you seeing me.

Well, it sounded urgent.

Please, sit.

Thank you. I think it is.

We both know it's dangerous
for Jessi or Kyle

to expand their abilities
too quickly.

And it's come to my attention

you may be encouraging Jessi
to do just that.

It's come to your attention?

You know, you seem to have
this strange compulsion,

Nicole, to interfere in
other people's business.

When a child's welfare is
at stake, it is my business.

You are no longer
Jessi's therapist.

She's doing just great.

I'd still like to talk to her.

Well, that's not gonna happen.

Well, I hoped we could deal
with this privately,

but I'll go over
your head if I need to.

What, by involving
Social Services?

See, I don't think
you're gonna do that.

You're already
on notice with them.

And if you attempt to
contact Jessi in any way,

I will lodge a complaint
with them, I promise you.

You'll just have to
do that, then.

You went to see Taylor?

And now I'm convinced
he's up to something.

He threatened to make trouble
if I don't stay out of it.

Well, what do we do?

Well, I'm not backing off.

Jessi could be in danger.

I'm not backing off, either.

We've been through a lot.

We'll figure out how
to get through this, too.

Nicole...

what made you change your mind
about getting involved?

You.

Jessi.

What are you doing here?

I'm worried about you.

Declan lied to me.

He promised.

I don't know why
Taylor's pushing you,

but you need to stop.

Brian wouldn't let
anything bad happen to me.

He cares about me.

Does he care that your nose
starts to bleed

every time
you strain too hard?

Jessi, please don't
listen to him anymore.

What am I supposed to do?

He's my father.

A real father wouldn't
push you this way.

Yeah, well, he's all I have.

Jessi.

Go away.

Please, go away.

[bell rings]

I understand.

Mr. Hooper.

I think I have what
you've been looking for.

Well, Mr. Trager,
it's taken you a while,

but I'm pleased
you finally decided

to follow your conscience.

My conscience
has always been clear.

I didn't post the exams.

But I can give you
the internet addresses

of all the computers
that accessed the Web site.

But you should know, in total,
there were 774 hits.

Well, that's impossible.

The entire student body
is only 812.

Clearly,
not all of us cheated.

Well, no, the scores
don't reflect that, but--

So I can give you the list,

and you can trace
the addresses,

but you can never be certain

who simply checked out
the rumor

and logged off right away.

And you definitely can't prove

who actually stayed
to copy the questions.

The entire school will
take a new set of exams.

It is the only
fair thing to do.

Mr. Trager, if you
have those addresses,

then you must know
where the Web site is.

Who created it, if not you?

By withholding,
it makes you an accomplice.

Doesn't that also
make you a cheater?

I guess you could
look at it that way.

But everybody needs to live
with their own choices.

You think I should tell him?

I just wish you'd
be more careful

about the things that you do.

Hey, have you seen Kyle?

Nope.

Prom's back on,
have you heard?

Whoo-hoo.

You're such a sports movie
cliché right now.

Feels like
the right place to mope.

Are you gonna tell me why,
or are you still stuck

in the flashback
of the glory days?

My ankle hurts again.

It started to feel
pretty good.

But that was just temporary.

All in my head, or whatever.

Should've known.

Nobody comes back
from a surgery like mine

and rocks
a college-level workout.

There will be
other workouts, Declan,

and other colleges.

It doesn't matter if I'm
not strong enough to play.

It happens all the time,
you know.

People get injured,
dream over.

Well, look at the bright side,
there aren't many point guards

who fight evildoers
in their spare time.

Yeah, but with Kyle,
I'm just a sidekick.

But out here,
with five seconds
on the clock,

3-point shot,

I'd sink 'em half the time
with my eyes closed.

And cue sad,
fallen hero music.

Nice. Really helpful.

What, you were
on the express train

heading south to Broodville.

I'm pulling
the emergency brake.

Besides, I don't think
that you could make

a 3-point shot
with your eyes closed.

Ha. Fluke.

And your eyes
weren't closed.

Fine, I'll do it again.

You're on.

You're amazing.

I mean, you know
when to listen

and when to shut me up.

You totally get me.

Why wouldn't I get you?

I mean, friends
get friends, right?

Right.

You.

Kyle...

you did it.

You found a way out.

I'm just not sure
everyone's too happy

about having to
retake the test.

It was the right thing to do.

Which, I hope you know,
I don't always manage.

Amanda, making
the right choices

isn't easy for me, either.

But somehow, you always do.

Kyle, you're such
a good person.

And I know you see me
in a certain way.

I jut feel like I'm bound
to disappoint you.

You could never do that.

You're you.

Will you go to
the prom with me?

I've been wanting to ask,

but the timing's
never been right, and--

The timing is perfect.

And yes, I would love
to go with you.

♪ The stars will explode ♪

♪ Mountains erode ♪

♪ Oceans overflowed ♪

Is it Happy Hooper
Banana Day?

You stopped the inquisition.
I've been exonerated.

Wow, now I know
you've really been studying.

A few months ago,

you didn't know the words
inquisition or exonerate.

A shot of wheat grass
to celebrate?

I'll take one of
those beauties instead.

What? Cancer couldn't do it.

A pastry's
not gonna kill me.

I could cheat now and then.

Hey, don't look at me.
I'm no cheater.

Hey, Kyle.

Another shout out from
Baylin's dead girlfriend?

I'm still not sure.

But if she was smart enough
to stay hidden all those years,

why would she send me IMs,
knowing they can be traced?

I'm hoping that's
a rhetorical question.

Maybe she wants me
to find her.

Right, so call up and set up
a date like a normal person.

Too risky.

Phone calls, IMs, emails,
can all be intercepted.

Then what
are you waiting for?

Start tracing.

Why aren't you training?

I had a hard day,
and I'm tired.

Well, you've gotta
push through the fatigue.

Jessi...

this isn't a game
we're playing.

This is your future.

You told me I have to train
so I can impress Latnok.

When? When am I gonna do that?

When I say you're ready.

Now get up.

My mother wouldn't
treat me this way.

Your mother's dead.

In the past few weeks,
I received four IMs,

each from
a different computer,

and in four
separate locations.

The four dots.

They make a perfect square.

That can't be a coincidence.

But even you can't meet up
in four places t once.

Can you?

If it's Sarah, she must
be leading me somewhere.

Someplace inside the square?

Exactly.

Eh, when you're hot,
you're hot.

What'd I do?

X marks the spot.

I know that place.

I know where to go.

I realized the messages
I'd received were my test.

Whoever sent them to me
needed me to solve a puzzle.

and only when
I found the solution,

was I worthy
of knowing the answer.

♪ I get shivers
down my spine ♪

♪ That's such
a beautiful face ♪

♪ I know those eyes ♪

♪ They take me back in time ♪

Hi.

Hello.

I'm Kyle.

I know.

My name's Sarah.

♪ But that was long ago ♪

♪ She could be you ♪