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Previously on Kyle XY:

- Will you go to the prom with me? - I would love to go with you.

I have less than four weeks to plan a theme, decorations, food...

- Ouch. - Bummer.

You'll wow me with the lyrics.

- In exchange for... - I DJ the prom.

I'd hate to see you blow off Declan for a taste of college boy pie.

Neither of us meet anyone by prom, we can finish what we started.

- Yeah? - Totally.

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

I have to find her. I have to know who this woman is.

- Brian told me about Sarah. - You don't know how she died.

She was like you, trying too much too fast.

Something she wasn't ready for killed her.

I don't know why Taylor's pushing, but you need to stop.

Prove to Latnok that we matter.

Jessi, please don't listen to him.

What am I supposed to do? He's my father.

Someone is sending Kyle a message.

- I thought Sarah was dead. - She is.

- Maybe she wants me to find her. - Hello.

- I'm Kyle. - My name is Sarah.

Life is a journey, and the road we travel has twists and turns

which sometimes leads us to unexpected places and unexpected people.

It's amazing how much you look like Adam.

You haven't told him about us meeting tonight.

Adam knows about the messages, but I never mentioned them to Jessi.

Good.

They think about you a lot.

Yes, well.

I want you to understand.

Brian Taylor has always been a true believer in Latnok.

By showing off Jessi's abilities, he thinks they'll let him in,

- even if she's harmed. - Adam explained that to me.

I'm sure Adam's explanation preserved his belief

in Latnok's noble intentions.

- Aren't they? - What Adam told you wasn't wrong.

People in Latnok aren't bad.

They're simply scientists with a clinical point of view.

To them everything's about numbers, facts, hypotheses.

Nothing's personal. But I took it personally.

- That's why you disappeared. - To have a life.

To be free to make my own choices, which is what you and Jessi deserve.

- But Jessi wants this. - Because she doesn't know any better.

Taylor cares about Latnok, he doesn't care about Jessi.

He sees her as an achievement.

If he pushes her too far and she breaks down, such is the cost of science.

She's just a means to an end. You have to make her see it, Kyle.

You have to get through to her before it's too late.

- You could get through to her. - No.

Don't tell her about me.

But how will I find you?

You won't. I'll find you.

Um, I wasn't able to finish the protocol within the time limit,

- but I'll do it tomorrow. - Don't bother.

I can do it. I just have to stay focused.

Jess, you're done training. You're ready now.

- I am? - I set up a meeting with Latnok.

- That's how you're starting your day? - I spent last night

listening to Lori battle with a guitar and lose...

- It wasn't that bad. - Yes, it was.

- What was? - We heard you working on your song.

How's it coming?

Blocked. I think I need an inspirational cup of teen angst at The Rack.

- That's today's special. - What are you talking about?

Nothing says prom like watching fellow students blow their life savings

planning a crass, meaningless ritual of adolescence

the sole purpose of which is to indulge in underage drinking,

promiscuity and unrealistic expectations.

- Declan. - You don't sound blocked to me.

I didn't know prom cost money.

- 1,900 bucks and counting. - No way.

200 for the tickets, 300 for the limo, another 150 for dinner,

then a thousand for the suite...

For the sweet afterparty.

- Lots of punch and chips. - Nice save.

Not to sound too mom or anything,

you don't break the bank to have a great time.

Thanks, Mrs. Trager. And no "mom" offense taken.

OK, you ready? We gotta go. See you later.

So, who signed up for the Declan prom extravaganza?

Um, tux fitting's at 10. Ready to go?

Actually, I have to take care of something.

Avoidance. Interesting.

- Why are you so happy? - Because I'll be hanging out with Andy

while you go broke watching Prince Charming with his new Cinderella.

- Drop dead. - Catchy.

- You should use that in your song. - It's the title.

Why are proms so expensive?

You want it to mean something, to be special.

That means thousands of dollars you don't have?

It's about creating the mood. Girls want romance and magic.

Romantic is easy. Magic requires cash.

What if I want to give Amanda magic, but I don't have money?

Nothing. You're screwed.

- Don't forget to vote. - You're actively campaigning?

Why leave things to chance, when I found the perfect date?

- Who's the lucky guy? - He's round, sparkly,

weighs just the right amount, and keeps your hair in place.

- You're dating the tiara? - Yes, munchkin.

Goes with anything, my dress choices are unlimited.

- Prom queen. Just add crown. - Wow.

- You really went all out. - You seem decidedly unfabulous.

Prom committee's a nightmare with the decorators and arguments with caterers.

I want prom to be the perfect night, and all I can think about

is table rentals and nonrefundable deposits.

To top it off, now I'm getting crap for the prom theme.

- Which is? - "The Time of Our Lives."

Come on. Patrick Swayze? "Nobody puts Baby in a corner."

How many times have you seen Dirty Dancing?

- Thirty-three. - Oh!

- Poor thing. - Why does everyone keep saying that?

There are other places we can meet.

Yes. But none that have your employee discount.

You owe me a buck fifteen. They wouldn't believe me when I said I was you.

Save money. Put it towards a tuxedo.

Why, did somebody die?

You don't wear a tuxedo to a funeral, you wear one to a prom.

Didn't you tell me that going to a prom would be a fate worse than death?

And then death and I were next-door neighbors, he moved out of the area...

You are getting that this is a cancer metaphor, right?

It's a cancer simile.

I also know that neither one of us is old enough to get into the prom.

That's why mama got Josh to work out the details,

while I'm off buying a smoking-hot prom dress.

So, what do you think?

I think that you and the prom should be required by law

- to stay 100 yards from each other. - Excuse me?

With crepe paper moon and make-believe smiles, we'll never forget this sight

Swirling with laughter And fraudulent tears

Our hollow memory of prom night

I think it captured the mood.

You've annihilated an innocent ritual.

I'm sorry it doesn't meet your shiny, happy people musical standards.

I guess I just expected more from you.

- Since when are you working? - Since when do you drink coffee?

I need to keep awake until the day after prom.

And I need ducats in a major way.

- You better tip. - Money? What for?

For that fancy little dance you're willing to give up sleep over.

You're going to prom? But you and Andy aren't old enough.

Are you going with someone else? Did you guys break up? I'm so sorry.

None of that. It's the damn cancer.

I thought we had it beat, but it's still biting my ass.

Andy, she of hamburgers and hippie skirts, has decided she wants to go.

Oh. And you wanna make it special.

Andy's like the coolest guy I've ever known

in a body I get to make out with.

I'm lucky I got her once, but now that she's not sick,

I feel like I've hit the jackpot again.

I don't care what it takes. She's getting prom deluxe.

That is so sweet. I wanna help.

First we have to figure out a way to get you guys in.

Aren't you the head of committee?

I sold you tickets, you'd never make it past the door,

unless you had an upperclassman as your date.

And the costs keep rising.

- Bribe decoy prom dates. - Josh?

I think I might know a couple who'd do it for free.

Whatever you've come here to say, don't.

- You'll ruin today for me. - What's today?

It's happening. I'm meeting them, Latnok.

They want me to show them what I can do.

Taylor wants to show them so he can look good.

Why do you have to say that? Why'd you come here?

I have the chance to prove I'm worth something.

You already are.

And you don't have to prove that to Taylor or Latnok or anyone.

Maybe I need to prove it to myself.

So did Sarah, and it almost destroyed her.

You're wrong. No one really knows what happened.

But I do.

Because she told me.

If you don't wanna listen to me, maybe you'll listen to Sarah.

She's alive.

She's been living alone all these years?

She wanted to escape the pressure,

live some kind of life other than Latnok's experiment.

But she made everyone think she was dead.

I'm sure she had her reasons.

Why would she come to you? Why not me?

She doesn't want anyone to know she's still alive, even Adam.

- But she wants to meet me, right? - She wants you to come with me.

- But I'm supposed to go with... - No, you need to come to my house now.

So I can talk to her?

I'll make sure of it.

OK.

- Does Taylor know Jessi's here? - No, but he'll start to look for her.

She's supposed to meet people from Latnok.

- Who are these people? - I don't know.

Their membership is kept secret.

Adam always described them as great thinkers and humanitarians.

According to Sarah, they don't have Jessi's interests in mind.

Until we know more, I'm glad you convinced her to stay away.

Except I did it by telling her she's going to meet Sarah.

But Sarah said she'd contact you.

So if I can't find her soon, I've only made the situation worse.

- Where are we going? - I'll tell you in the car.

- Kyle, you can't leave. - Why? What's wrong?

I need 2,000 bucks by yesterday.

- I'm going to prom. - You're not old enough.

I'm also not rich enough. And your brain power equals my cash flow.

I'd like to help, but I really need to go.

To get Sarah?

- I'm planning on it. - Let me come with you.

I think it'd be better for you guys to meet here for the first time.

But I'm her daughter.

And she's been in hiding for 20 years.

It might be best for the two of you to meet someplace quiet, safe.

- It's contest time. - This is it.

If you're the 82nd caller, you win a $50 gift certificate

to Harville's Caramels, Seattle's finest candy store.

What does that have to do with paying for prom?

I win and I sell it. It's a start.

OK, 82nd caller.

Wait. Now!

Lucky 82, you're on the air.

- Hello? I won? - That's right.

- Now hang on the line... - I won!

You're not going anywhere.

Let's go.

I think the problem with my lyrics is your music.

Come again.

It's showy, yet dull and emotionally barren.

- So it's the melody's fault? - A little constructive criticism.

That from someone who thinks b-flat means to fully recline.

Funny, considering your big talent is mixing other people's songs.

Sorry. What, did you need me to write you a pithy comeback?

You know what? All you do is cut down everything and everyone around you.

You tell yourself you're edgy.

You don't realize everyone knows you're jealous, because

they've found something meaningful and you haven't.

Looks like you could use a pithy comeback now, too.

- How about, "I quit"? - My thought exactly.

You can find yourself another DJ.

- No one inside remembers her. - I told you it was a long shot.

No one saw her drive away, so we can't even track her car.

- You ever play driver/rider? - What's that?

I played it when I was a kid. You match the drivers with their rides.

Late 30s, lives off her tips, but still finds enough dough for highlights.

15-year-old beater with expired plates.

I was really good at it.

If I can describe every car in the lot last night

and the people in the diner, can you match them up?

- I can if you can. - That's something I'm really good at.

Besides the waitress's car, there's a sports car, a blue minivan,

a rusty pickup, an old motorcycle, and two sedans:

A blue four-door with a rental sticker, the other dark gray.

Who's inside the diner?

You haven't told him about us meeting.

Adam knows about the messages, but I never mentioned them to Jessi.

Good.

A man, mid 30s, in a nice suit.

He's with a girl, early 20s, in a tight red shirt.

An affair. She's the sports car, he's the minivan.

- Minivan? - It's his turn to carpool the kids.

Man, mid 20s, flannel shirt talking to the waitress.

He's the pickup truck.

The cook with the tattoo on his hand must be the motorcycle.

You're getting the hang of it.

Which leaves an older man: heavy, tired.

Salesman. He's driving the rental.

Sarah's driving the gray sedan.

OK, how did you do that?

I calculated the speed of the telephone lines, the radio station switcher,

and physiological requirements to dial a multidigit number.

We're going to win every prize on every radio station in Seattle,

then sell the booty online for half off. I'll be swimming in green by dinnertime.

You are up for this, aren't you?

I mean, I could cut you in for, say, 10 percent?

- I'm waiting anyway. - Don't you need money for prom?

No one would want to take me.

But I don't care because I'm meeting my mother.

That's really great. I'm happy for you. So, five percent it is.

"You know you want to: vote Hilary for Prom Queen?"

Are you trying to get elected Prom Queen or invade a small country?

I am like the Einstein of social networking.

And I'm choosing to use my powers for good instead of evil.

"Good" meaning your coronation?

Trick to getting votes is research and making sure everyone gets laid.

Well, except you of course.

So, what's up with Declan? How's he faring?

Look at you, curious kitty.

I'm asking for demonstration purposes only.

There's no confirmed kill as of late,

but four sharks are circling. Two are cheerleaders.

No surprise.

Of course, it could be time for the resurrection of Leclan.

I'm so not going there.

But relationships like yours bring order to the universe.

Nothing says copacetic like reuniting Beachwood's very own Brangelina.

Whoever invented proms should be forced to plan one.

Great, I'm stuck with Gloom and Gloomier.

Unless people brown-bag it, prom's ruined.

What happened with the food?

Caterer got shut down by the Health Department

and I can't get our deposit.

This might not be such a good time to tell you this.

- Tell me what? - We don't have a DJ, either.

- How'd you find me? - Traffic cameras.

Traffic cameras.

I reviewed the Seattle traffic database,

starting with the three near the diner,

then sequentially accessed 137 more to lead me here.

I just wanted to tell you that Jessi's OK.

Understand what Taylor's been doing?

I don't think she'll believe until she hears it from you.

- That won't be possible. - She really wants to meet you, Sarah.

Did you tell her?

- Why'd you do that? - I didn't know what else to do.

I couldn't get her to listen.

But now you've made things complicated.

Jessi was so excited to find out her mother is really alive.

I'm not her mother.

I can't be a mother to her. To anyone.

Please don't slip away again. You can't just disappear.

I'm glad Jessi's safe. That's all I wanted.

I don't believe that. You didn't have to come back here.

Nobody had to know that you were alive.

But Jessi touched something inside of you.

You left Jessi the record of that song.

You didn't have to do that. You could have left it for me.

But I think you wanted Jessi to feel

that somehow you were around looking out for her.

All she wants is to know you.

And I think you're lucky to have this opportunity to know her.

OK.

I'll come.

- This afternoon. - Wait, my address.

- I know where you live. - Right.

Tell Jessi I'm looking forward to meeting her.

I will.

- What did she say? - She's looking forward to meeting you.

- When is she coming? - This afternoon.

It's the best thing that's ever happened to me.

OK. Enough of that. I need you. We're on a roll.

What's going on?

Thanks to Jessi, we're gonna prom it in style, bro.

If it's food we need, then it's food we get.

- French would be my choice. - Just remember, we can't afford...

Then French it is! The Gourmet Club will be psyched!

Is everything all right?

She's trying to save us from starving at prom.

A little setback with the caterer. And then there's the issue with the music.

Prom sucks.

What's wrong with Lori?

You cannot give me an opening like that.

- What's Josh doing? - Raising money.

In Spanish?

Apparently we're double dating to the prom with him and Andy.

Actually, I'm taking Josh, you're taking Andy.

- But I want to go with you. - You still are. It's a technicality.

A "date switch." It's the only way underclassmen can go to prom.

We're going together. It's just I have officially asked Josh

and you've officially invited Andy.

I'm sorry. I didn't ask you if it was OK.

It is OK. It's more than OK. Thank you for thinking of it.

Josh needed my help, I asked myself, what would you do?

Yeah!

- What? - Why do you hate prom?

Jessi, I'm so not in the mood.

- She comes in anyway. - You're sad.

No, I'm frustrated and annoyed.

OK, maybe a little sad.

Why?

I just don't understand.

I mean, prom's supposed to be this great milestone, right?

The whole thing has just left me feeling sort of lost and empty.

That's how I feel most of the time.

I just wanted prom to mean something.

Wasn't it about celebrating the times you've had with your friends?

- I guess. - You have lots of friends.

But it shouldn't just be this night where we all play dress-up

and nobody looks like themselves anyway.

- You should be who you are. - And who are you?

The eternal question.

Honestly? No clue.

She even looks like me, you know?

Like the way Adam looks like Kyle?

You must be happy to meet her.

I want to remember every second.

That's what you do when you don't have a past.

You live in the moment.

The big difference is Sarah didn't have long hair.

If you want, I could change that.

- I had no idea you spoke French. - I speak French food.

So, we just need to give Chef Jacques a check for $5,000 by tomorrow and,

voilà, we're in for the gastronomical treat.

But I told you we don't have any money left.

You're just going to have to fix that, aren't you?

How are you doing?

- It's hard to just wait. - You've done all you can do.

Maybe.

I just hope Sarah wants to meet Jessi half as much as Jessi wants to meet her.

What do you mean?

Sarah's pretended to be dead all these years.

She cut herself off from everyone she knew.

Doesn't sound like someone eager to make a connection.

- You think she may not come? - I hope that's not the case, but...

I'm more worried that if she does come, it won't be enough.

The last time I did this I was with Declan and we were both wasted.

- Do you need a drink first? - No! Trust me, better sober.

I have been angry with you for so long.

I don't want to be anymore.

I'm glad.

Me, too.

You sure about this?

Jessi, once we do this there's no turning back.

I know.

You're either lost or waiting for Kyle.

A little bit of both.

Is Kyle on board with the date swap?

He'd love to help you go, except there won't be one.

Do you know how hard I've worked for that night?

How many donuts I sold to raise money for balloons?

Should have kept them so we'd have something to eat

now the caterer's taken our money.

OK. One, I think you've had way too much caffeine.

And two, are you telling me there are problems with the prom?

Yes. And yes.

No, don't even think it.

- Are you all right? - No.

I just had the most terrible thought flash in my brain: "What would Kyle do?"

- I think that's going around. - How much do you need?

- You don't want to know. - I hate Kyle.

You take cash?

I'll get it!

I thought you'd be here.

- What did you do to your hair? - I cut it.

- Let's go. - No.

- You know what today is. - I'm not going.

- That's not really your decision. - Yes, it is.

- You can't force her to go anywhere. - I have every right.

I'm aware of your rights,

but I'll do what's necessary to make sure Jessi's safe.

I wonder what your licensing board would say about that.

Let them say what they want. You're not taking her.

What happens when they ask questions?

- About Kyle? - I'll answer them.

I can't believe this. You know how important this is.

They think that I was wrong to even create you.

We have to prove that I was right.

I don't care what Latnok thinks. I don't have to win them back.

I've done everything for our dream. But they turned their backs on me.

And now you? You owe me.

I owe you? Is that the price of being your daughter?

You're damn right it is! I gave you life!

- And they saved it. So get out. - You heard her.

You'll regret this.

I'm all you've got.

Thank you.

Are you OK?

I will be.

My mother is coming.

Someone needed money. I didn't want to,

I did, which made me feel better, but I'm broke...

Exactly how much money is left?

I can spring for the prom tickets,

a sky-blue rayon suit and a scoop of ice cream.

Two scoops?

- God, you're such a moron. - I am?

I wanted to go. It should be my treat.

- I just assumed that... - That it was this whole archaic thing

where you save your lunch money and mow extra lawns

to take me out because you think I'm pretty?

Uh-uh. Not having it. You're the pretty one.

But you wanted a night of cancer-free fun, and it's my job to pay the way.

Let me explain something to you.

This mouth upchucked a lot of lunches while in chemo.

And for some stupid reason, you never stopped wanting to make out with me.

You were generous with the mouthwash.

- I figured it was cool. - Would you zip it?

This is, like, a serious moment.

Yes, I'm glad the cancer's gone,

and, yes, I want to party like a rock star,

but, Josh, you're the reason I want to celebrate.

You really think I'm pretty?

Ow!

So forget about tossing the couch for change.

Mama's got you covered.

Exactly how are you paying for all this?

I recovered from cancer. My moms will give us money for days.

It's beautiful. Yeah.

- I'm glad you called. - I'm glad you liked it,

because in order to make those chords and make that key change

- I had to break two of my fingers. - I was referring to the lyrics.

I wanted you to know although I am a cynic,

I'm only a partial cynic.

I timeshare an actual heart on weekends and major U.S. holidays.

I will be sure to schedule our future songwriting sessions accordingly.

We're having future sessions?

I guess we should wrap this one up first.

Um, what prompted you to revisit it?

- You won't believe me if I tell you. - Try me.

A haircut.

OK.

- We should enter this in the contest. - I suppose.

Although I'm sure some three-chord trite piece of crap will win.

You're probably right.

- What's that for? - You just bought yourself a DJ.

Although I won't attend, on behalf of Beachwood High, I accept your offer.

I never went to my high school prom, either.

When you're a 15-year-old senior

with no driver's license, no one wants to go with you.

But I stayed home, I made fun of it a bit, and after a while I felt better.

And you regret not going.

I regret that it was just another thing I never got to do in my life.

Maybe you'd like to come back in for a while?

No.

She's not coming.

- It's only been... - 3 hours and 52 minutes.

- Sarah said she'd be here. - People say a lot of things.

- It doesn't mean they're true. - Where are you going?

Don't worry, I'm not going back to Brian.

Uh-oh.

- Am I in trouble? - Should you be?

I'm so not falling for that one again.

No. There's no reason I should be in trouble, Dad.

All right, good. Then sit down.

So it looks like Sarah's not coming.

Once Jessi gets back, there's no way we're sending her to Taylor's.

We've already talked about this, but it's a family decision.

We want Jessi to stay here until we can find someplace more permanent.

- I'm OK with it. - Are you sure?

We want you to be.

Especially you, Lori, given what happened between you and Jessi.

We don't want you to feel uncomfortable in any way.

Of course she can stay. That's what we do, isn't it?

- Sweetie. - Can I tell Jessi?

- Of course. - I thought she took off.

She did. But I think I know where to find her.

♪ I'm haunted by this photograph ♪

♪ Don't know why ♪

How'd you find me?

I've gotten good at knowing where you'd go.

♪ You're such a beautiful face ♪

Did she ever show up?

No.

So my mother lied and my father lied.

- It's true. I'm a mistake. - Jessi, don't say that.

- You're important. - No, I never mattered.

You matter to me. And the Tragers.

- We want you to come stay with us. - No. Don't pity me!

We don't. We care about you.

Jessi, please! You can be part of our family.

No! That's your family. It won't ever be mine.

Don't you understand? I'm alone.

Jessi.

You're not alone.

- It's too late. - It never is.

Jessi!

Her heart has stopped.

Seeing Jessi on the floor, I knew what I had to do.

I had to save her, to restart her heart.

But was it too late? Was I strong enough?

And if I failed, would I kill us both?

It's OK now.

I'm here.

When I saw Jessi laying there, the thought of losing her...

I focused all of my energy to revive her.

And you did.

- I still feel a little drained. - But that's not what's worrying you.

In that moment when I brought Jessi back,

I felt like there was nothing I couldn't do.

And that scared me.

Kyle, part of growing up is learning how our actions affect other people,

and how we handle that power. It's kind of what it's like to be a parent.

Or a friend.

I'm not worried about you. I think you're going to be just fine.

The road we travel is unpredictable.

Sometimes it's smooth, and sometimes it's filled with bumps.

But if we're lucky, we find people to travel with us.

♪ But I can't sleep ♪

I know this is gonna sound weird,

but remember that deal we made about prom night?

- Regrettably, yes. - Regrettably?

It was a silly thing to promise one another,

since two cheerleaders are getting your magic and romance package.

- Where'd you hear that? - I have my sources.

I have a source too, that says you're not going.

Then your source is wrong. I'm going stag.

What, and miss the chance to mock the madness firsthand?

Good. So you don't have a date yet, either.

Guess your source is wrong, too.

Oh, my God. You planned this all along.

You turned down girls so I would stick to the deal

and hook up with you on prom night?

I know we said we'd go with one another if we didn't have dates,

but I didn't rig anything.

I'm not asking you to go to prom because there's no one else.

I'm asking because you are the only one I want to go with.

So, then, we should go.

♪ 'Cause I hear your words ♪

♪ Can you say you're wrong ♪

♪ I've been waiting long ♪

♪ Through the dark and stormy night I drive ♪

♪ Bound by fences ♪

Our journey is really a search, a yearning for love and connection.

And sometimes it leads us back home.

- Why didn't you come to the house? - I was scared.

Of me?

Of not being everything you want me to be.

- I just want to know you. - I want to know you, too.

- What about Brian? - Kyle said he's taking care of it.

- A one-way ticket? - Trust me.

You don't want to come back.

Her heart has stopped!

He's incredible.

More than we dreamed we'd ever see in our lifetimes.

I think it's time we introduce ourselves.