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Previously on Kyle XY...

- You're Kyle.
- You're in my tub.

The creep who did this stole the
necklace Declan gave me, I want it back.

- What is it?
- It's my necklace that was stolen.

Just so you know, Kyle is with me.

It's not supposed to be that way.

You came back for me.

When you reached out
for me and took my hand,

for the first time I didn't feel alone.

Say something if you're okay.

Andy has cancer.

Josh, I am so sorry.

I want to help her, but she won't
let me talk to her about it.

- Lori, what's wrong?
- Have you an affair with Emily?

Did someone teach you to draw that way?

This is Baylin's.

- I can't get it open.
- We'll figure it out.

Kyle, I'd like
to introduce you to Cerebral

Impulse Relay, or

C-I-R.

But we like to call it CIR.

To Stephen and your wonderful family.

Ballantine invaded my home,
my family, and my privacy.

- So what do you want to do?
- I want to get my ring back.

- We're not leaving you.
- Now listen to me.

- The ring is all you need.
- What?

Now go.

- Thank you.
- Get out of here!

Take him to room 237.

While discovering who
I am and where I came from,

I'd always been led to believe I was
the only person in the world like me.

Now it seemed Jessi
and I had a connection,

but I wasn't sure how to figure it out.

"The light will show you the way."

- It's Foss.
- Are you okay?

- I've had to lay low.
- What happened? Where are you?

I'll let you know
when it's safe to meet.

- I better go.
- Wait...

Thank you, Tom.
I appreciate your help.

Nice car.

Yeah, not bad, as environmentally
conscious vehicles go,

but is it worth wasting a day standing
around with my hand planted on it?

Your name does have to be drawn first.

Highly unlikely.

Wouldn't last 5 minutes in the contest.
You've the attention span of a bird.

Not when I'm properly motivated.

I hope your motivation
would be to cancer charity.

Why would I care about that?

To help people with cancer?

Whatever.

Well, I hope something happens
at this shindig for Hillary's

- sake.
- Hillary?

She's set her sights on
becoming the next reality

TV star.

I think she's looking at
this as her walking audition.

You think Jessi will be there today?

Are you asking me as
my mom or her therapist?

I guess both.

Is she still spending time with you?

Invited or not,
she just seems to show up.

And let's just say she's taken
a particular interest

in Kyle as of late.

Is it time to go to the charity event?

Everyone's still getting ready.

What's wrong?

Nothing. I just...

I wanted to ask you about something.

How well do you know Jessi Hollander?

Not that well.

Has she ever seen any of your drawings?

Not that I'm aware of.

When you recovered your memory,

did you ever figure out
the meaning of that symbol?

The one you kept drawing?

It was a logo for
a company Adam Baylin started.

But it's not around anymore.
What does that have to do with Jessi?

Just trying to get
some things clear in my head.

I know how that can be.

We should get to the carnival.

I'm almost ready.

I'll go ring the warning bell.

If Jessi and I did share a history,

I knew I had to understand
it before anyone else did.

I hope you're all wearing comfortable
shoes because today's raffle is for

a chance to participate in
the "Hands on a Hybrid" challenge.

One lucky person with enough stamina
is going to drive away with

a state-of-the-art vehicle tonight.

Your contribution goes
directly to cancer research,

and your reward is a fantastic new car.

Buy your tickets now.
The drawing begins in less than an hour.

This thing is way cuter
than in the commercials.

I mean, not that cute matters.

It's good to be green, right?

So, I haven't seen you since that night

we went into the woods.

I know you were kind
of tripped out on all the gas, but

it was kind of
a weird night for everyone.

Is Kyle here?

He's around here somewhere.

- You got your necklace back.
- Yeah. It just showed up

in my locker. Some screwed-up
stalker was trying

to play mind games with me.

Maybe someone found it
and was just trying to be nice.

I just thought that you
would be glad to have it back.

I'd rather not have been beaten down

and robbed in the first place, but...

kind of puts a damper
on the whole glad thing.

Catch you later. Freak.

Crap. Andy's here. Remember,

not a word. In fact, don't even use
words that start with the letter C.

If she finds out I told you
she has cancer,

I'm a corpse.

I mean, a dead guy.

Keep breathing. I won't speak at all.

Oh, and, Mom...

thanks.

I thought you weren't coming.

My moms made me.

Like some cancer charity
party's going to inspire me.

God, look at that.

Complete, utter fakeness.

Happy-go-lucky kids with cancer.

Come on.

"You give, we live?"

How lame.

Not I don't support people with cancer.

- Totally down for the cause.
- Screw the cause, just give me the car.

All right, mix it up, girl.

Okay, people, gather 'round.

It's time to see who's going
to get their shot at winning a hybrid.

4,000 entries,
but only 20 lucky winners.

I talked to Foss.

He's okay,
but he said it's not safe to meet yet.

- Did you tell him about the picture?
- I didn't get a chance.

But I've been thinking,
that picture has been locked

in Adam's box for 15 years.

That has to be him in the photo.

- What about the girl?
- Maybe Adam had a female counterpart.

Maybe Jessi's like me.

Jessi had a life before she moved here.

- Full-on memories.
- She could be lying.

So Madacorp sent some wicked hot,

mentally scrambled science
experiment to invade your life.

Why?

Then why haven't they made
some move on you by now?

I don't know.

It's like they've been watching...
waiting.

Should I go green?

Isn't that something?

Our fifth contestant is...

Give it up for Kyle!

I can't do this. What if Foss calls?
I need to talk to him.

Either way, you stand around waiting.

All right, we'll go yellow this time.

Contestant number 6...

Give it up for Jessi!

- What are the odds of that happening?
- 20 in 4,000.

Whatever. Look, here's your chance.

Get her talking,
figure out if she's lying.

I think it'll be good.

It's kind of tough.

I'll be standing there for so long.

I got a good chance.

Congrats, man.

- You must be really psyched.
- Kinda, yeah.

You trying to win the car for your girl?

Hadn't really thought it
through that far, had you?

Let me cut to the chase.

I once played video
games for 17 hours straight...

no food, no water, no bathroom.

When I put my mind to something,
I make it happen.

So name your price, man.
Because tonight,

I put my mind towards winning that
car for the lady I want to be my lady.

Long story,
but she kind of needs the boost.

A hundred bucks.

Dude.

I might be a romantic, but I'm
a part-time, minimum-wage romantic.

All right, beautiful people, listen up.

We're going to have rules
in this competion.

Number 1:

contestants must have one
hand on the car at all times.

Number 2:

no sitting, kneeling,

lounging, or leaning.

Number 3:

last but not least, last person standing

gets to drive this hybrid home tonight.

Move over, bro.

- This baby's mine.
- I didn't hear your name called.

Some guy dropped out at the last minute.
Guess it's my lucky day.

All, right. That about covers it.

So, I guess the only
thing left to say is...

contestants...

get ready...

get set...

put your hands on the hybrid, y'all.

This was the opportunity

I'd been looking for.

But how would I find out
the truth about her?

So, give me the super-genius
lowdown on the competion.

See the guy in the red shirt?

He's nervous.
His heart is beating real fast.

He's a real contender.

And her, she's wearing the wrong shoes.

I give her an hour.

What about him?

Allergies. Ten minutes, tops.

And...

I don't know. She's hard to read.

We got this in the bag.

You already have a car.

I'm a man of many needs.

Did you notice how our son magically
ended up in the contest?

I don't think that was magic.

It's obvious he cheated.

It's Ballantine.

Hello.

Yes. Today?

But I'm...

No. No, I understand.

I'll see you soon.

This is the first family weekend
we've had in a month.

Yeah, I know, but it's

a last-minute thing.

I should be done by dinner.

Bye.

See you later, Lori.

Yeah, bye.

Okay, what is up with you two?

Nothing.

Right. You're in your Lori Trager
cone of silence.

I just don't feel like talking.

Look, if there's something
between you and your father,

you don't have to tell me,
but I think you're mature enough

to let go of your grudge
and just work it through.

Mom, it's not a grudge, it's...

Dad's just been working a lot lately,
and I guess I'm letting it get to me.

One hour in, and they're

dropping like flies!
Where's the stamina?

This competion is about sticking it out
until the bitter end.

Last year's winner held on
for a jaw-dropping 18 hours.

Looks like our chances
of winning are getting better.

It looks like.

Don't you want to win?

Not really.

Then why would you stand
around here for hours?

To help people?

For the charity?

I don't understand you at all.

I could say the same about you.

What would you do if you won?

I don't know. I'd just...

drive.

Where?

Anywhere else.

Don't you ever just want to get away?

I was away once.

And all I wanted was
to come back to my family.

Family's not all it's cracked up to be.

What do you mean?

Well, you have...

so many people here

supporting you.

And...

My sister's the only person
I have in my life,

but she didn't come.

I'm sure there's a reason.

It's not just today. It's...

I don't know, something
about our life just...

feels wrong.

What are you doing here?

Apparently, the systems integration test
was so successful,

they wanna move immediately into trials.

- Today?
- Tell me about it.

It's happening faster
than I can train my entire staff.

For now I'm the only one who can
babysit the diagnostic software.

Well, I'm sure Ballantine
is grateful for your expertise.

Emily, listen, about the test today,
I'm just a little concerned.

How did they find a subject
on such short notice?

Stats analysis has been compiling
a test pool for months.

We don't wanna be
stuck here all day, right?

- I better leave you to it.
- All right.

Four hours and counting, people!

Keep it up!

That's the fighting spirit.

Ignore the pain in your feet
and the aches in your brain,

and keep up the good work.

Hour six. And I can see that a few
of you are in this for the long haul.

Sure you're not tired?

I'm sure.

Not the

slighest bit sleepy?

I mean,

we've been at this for...

hours.

Be so nice to relax, have a seat,

maybe have a nap.

You're staring.

I guess so.

Why?

I want to understand
why you think the way you do.

You don't want to get inside my head.

It's a scary place.
Why else would I be in therapy?

Nicole's really nice,
but I like talking to you better.

You do?

I don't know...

it's just easier than
talking to other people.

- Like we're...
- Connected somehow.

Yeah.

Like

what I said earlier about my sister.

I've never told anybody that before.

Not even Nicole?

I don't think Nicole would understand
the things that are going on.

Maybe I could.

When we went to the woods...

I saw some things that scared me.

Things that I think I did

but don't remember doing.

What kind of things?

It's okay.

You can tell me.

What was that?

Uh, what do you mean?

- I saw fire.
- You... You saw that?

How?

I think I just read your mind.

You just read my mind?

That's not possible.

I don't know how, but...
I think I saw what you were thinking...

or rembering.

No. People can't do that.

Do you ever feel like
you're not like other people?

I do sometimes.

Look, I'm really freaked out
right now, so...

please just stay away.

I thought you were coming.

Nope. Too busy being painfully

indecisive about New York.

Why? Is the event that much fun?

If your idea of fun is watching
Kyle and Jessi standing around a car

staring at each other.

They're both in the contest?

Yeah. And after everything
that's happened with her, I'm not so

psyched about her
standing that close to him.

Is it that bad?

First of all,
Kyle hasn't done anything wrong.

And we both know he won't.

But I saw the way she looks at him,
I know you don't know me well

enough to decipher
my melodramatic tendencies,

but I'm telling you,
put on your best flower-print dress

and supportive girlfriend smile,
get your ass down here,

and show that boyfriend-stealer up.

With five contestants remaing,

the question
on everyone's mind is, who's hot,

and who's not?

I'm not even joking here.

Come on. This is supposed to be fun.

I'm aiming for a reality TV career,

not the 11:00 news.

Take five.

All right.

How is this supposed
to get you your 15 minutes?

Honestly,

it's a lot harder than I thought.

Right now, I'm just kinda running amuck
and looking fabulous.

I need an angle.

Go tabloid.

Dig up some dirt
on some of the contestants.

You should start with Jessi.

I tried to get a comment from her
during one of the breaks.

Stiff as a board in front of the camera.

Kind of crazy in the eyes.

Dig deeper. There's definitely something
about her that we're missing.

- Now you got me curious.

- Why her?
- Because....

First she's all about Declan,
then all of a sudden she's, like,

suddenly mesmerized by Kyle.
I mean, what is that?

She's erratic and moody, and...
Oh, yeah.

Remember the hissy fit she threw at the dance?

Clearly, she bugs.

But why get so aggravated?

It's just... She's all hunkered down
in the middle of our lives

and we know this much about her.

Can you honestly think of one normal,
decent thing to say about Jessi?

You're right.

She's just a mystery
waiting to become a scandal.

I'm on it.

You'd have a career.
You're great at gossip.

Think when there's a camera involved

it's called investigative journalism.

How many of you are feeling tired?

Better not see any yawns.
The party's just getting started.

Hey, Andy.

Hey, Ms. Trager.

My God!
He totally told you?

Didn't he?

Covering for Josh, I get it.

But that doesn't let him

off the hook for flapping
his yapper in the first place.

How are you?

Are you gonna bill me?

Consider it a freebie.

Well...

me and my moms have been
through this before, so I can deal.

Look...

you seem very well equipped

for what's coming, but

when someone who really
cares about you isn't...

Slack.

Cutting him some. Now.

Thanks.

You're really good.

Well, I only did half the work.

With your coping skills, I assume
one of your moms is a therapist?

Nope. They're just a couple
of everyday lesbians.

Thank you.

- You came.
- Of course.

Every winner needs a cheering section.

- How you holding up?
- I feel good.

I packed you a survival kit:

energy drinks, power bars,

those little Band-Aids for blisters.

and you favorite, Sour Patch Kids.

Thank you. This is great.

You know,

if you get tired or bored just waiting...

I'll be here as long as you're
still in the contest.

Now that I knew I could
see her memories,

I hoped I hadn't lost my chance
to break through to her.

Operation Supportive
Girlfriend underway.

- Nicely done.
- I feel kind of juvenile.

My middle name.

Listen, I didn't mean
to get you worried, but

you might be leaving
for an entire semester,

I don't want her thinking she can
swoop in and take whatever she wants.

Like she did with you and Declan?

Yeah.

And don't think...

I'm not aware I'm projecting my
annoyance about that on your situation.

It's fine. I totally get it.

Does believing that

Kyle won't get sucked in
by her make me a lame, clueless girl?

Because I've already been that, and
I don't think I'd go through it again.

Believe me, if I thought
you were lame and/or clueless,

this whole friend thing
wouldn't even happen.

Yeah, I don't think we're gonna be
outta here before dinner.

The boys are still hanging in there.

Good for them.

Listen, I have a question.
You've run some clinical trials.

Back in grad school.

How long does it take
to gather a pool of test subjects?

Well, usually as soon as
the parameters are established,

test subjects can be
screened and approved

in a matter of weeks. Why?

Well, turns out we're running a test
with a real subject today.

Kinda took me by surprise.

Emily said not to worry.

- Oh, Emily is there, too?
- Yeah.

Why don't I pick up some food
and bring it on down later?

Sounds good.

Okay. Bye.

Where'd you go to high school?

What is that? Is it a lie detector?

Just make it easier on yourself.
Answer the questions.

I went to high school in Phoenix...

Chicago...

D.C.

We moved a lot.

Right now we're looking at
the blood flow to Foss' brain.

Each time he answers a question,
a memory's triggered,

certain areas of brain will light up.

Signaling an increase
in blood flow to that area.

- So it acts as a map.
- Exactly.

We can discover where each
of his memories are stored.

Where'd you do your special ops traing?

I spent some time at Quantico.

I'm past that. It's... It's classified.

Quantico, huh?

Must have just missed each other.

Yeah, probably.

You married?

Nope.

You ever been married?

What's her name?

Her name was Erica.

Foss was drunk and driving.

Crash killed his wife and daughter.

Those are his most powerful,
most visceral memories.

The kind he buried deep behind

an emotional firewall, so to speak.

But once we begin the process...

The machine can draw those memories out.

If it can work on him,

we can break through Kyle's firewall.

A Plan B, if you will.

And you can remove the information
that you require.

Here's your mission:

look through all your footage

and dig up whatever dirt
you can on Jessi Hollander.

Why her?

I need some juicy scoop
on the contestants.

Then take a look at the one
who bribed his way into the contest.

All right,

75?

65.

Little Joshie Trager,
what are you up to?

- 65, come on.
- Can you clarify that?

Little Joshie Trager's girlfriend.

I'm just doing a little
background piece on all the

contestants. Nothing heavy,

just some feel-good fluff.
Care to comment?

Great. I love me some feel-good,
fluffy cancer talk.

Love the sarcasm. Hate

the hat.

Do you seriously object
to cancer research?

Not as much as I object to people

who don't answer a question directly.

So, again, I ask,

what are you onto with Josh?

Seriously, it's nothing.

Why don't you show me
what you're looking at,

then we'll decide if it's nothing.

65, come on.

- Hey, fine, fine.
- Sweet.

Here you go, dude.

- Oh! Another one bites the dust!
- The sweet smell of victory.

Starting to see some wear
and tear on the contestants.

Hang in there.

You paid 65 bucks
for a spot in the contest?

How brain damaged are you?

Cheating at a charity event?

- You don't care about this fundraiser.
- Doesn't mean you can buy your way in.

This isn't a joke.

Wait a minute.

Two seconds ago,
you wouldn't set foot in this tent.

- Now you're all schizo?
- Schizo?

First I can't talk about...

you know...

stuff...
that you told me not to talk about.

you don't even want to deal with...

stuff. And now you're all in my face.

Hey, I can be schizo if I want to be.
I'm the one with cancer!

Andy, wait.

The grownups are starting to clear out.

Too old to hang, huh?

That's all right, because I'm gonna
keep this party rockin' all night long.

I made fun of Andy's hat.

Then it turns out she has cancer.

Footage good, feelings bad.

Nobody knew.

I plan on apologizing

as soon as I finish
the rest of this story.

What exactly is your story about?

Okay, disclaimer:

this has nothing to do with you

or the fact you guys were dating.

Before you yell,

I swear I am in no way
meddling or intruding

or prying.

I asked her to drudge up
some dirt on Jessi.

Really?

- For anything good?
- You're not yelling.

- Why would I yell?
- I'm on a deadline, people.

And I actually did kinda find something.

Remember my dorky little
camera peon from video yearbook?

Turns out he's noticed Jessi
at some school events.

He said she hangs out
on the sidelines a lot.

I think his exact words were
"She's really lurky. "

Anyways, there might be
some stuff on these DVDs.

You wanna us look through the footage?
Would you mind?

- Consider it done.
- Thanks.

- Things are a go at this end.
- Thank you, Steven.

We're ready.

Tom, are you still with me?

Nine hours!

And those two show no sign of stopping.

I'm almost impressed.

Let's see if they can break
last year's record.

You really think win this thing?

Are you ask me to win it for you?

No.

I'm asking you to win it for Andy.

Josh, I'm really sorry about her.

This thing
has been bumming her out, and...

I thought if I could
win the car for her...

You gotta do this for me.

Please.

This is what you do.

You help people.

I'll do my best.

Do you really think
that you can help me?

I'd like to try.

This isn't normal.

I shouldn't be seeing those things.

I shouldn't be seeing them with you.

I don't understand
why this is happening,

but we can figure it out
if we do it together.

How?

You have to open your mind to me.

Trust me.

It's too loud.

Just block out the noise.

Close your eyes and focus.

Keep listening to my voice...

turning out all other sound

until it's just like
static on the radio...

then quieter like a fly buzzing...

until the sound just disappears.

Hindsight is an awful thing.

I should have never worn those shoes.

There she is again.

Yeah, not doing anything.

My nose looks puffy.

I don't see her.

Over your shoulder, against the wall.

Your nose isn't puffy.

And this is from the end of the night.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God, what?

She has my necklace.

She's the one who attacked me.

Ballantine, what's happening?

The machine's taxing our energy.

Then find the flaw
and eliminate the problem.

We oughta power down,
make sure the subject

is all right.

It's under control.

Concentrate on a solution.

I'm not drunk!

Don't yell.

- You'll wake Sara.
- Sorry I missed the recital.

I just... I lost track
of time, that's all.

I don't like what I'm seeing here!
He could stroke out!

Ballantine, can you hear me in there?

- That's enough.
- Kyle's mind is

far more advanced,
and his resistance is stronger.

We have to see how far
this machine can go.

Proceed as directed.

Are you looking at my boobs again?

I'm paying you in pizza for
a reality show audition tape.

Did you hear me use the word soft-core
anywhere in our agreement?

- No.
- Josh, listen. I'm sorry.

I had no idea that I'd get you
kicked out of the contest.

No thanks to your little ambush.

Get a life.

You know what? My career as a tabloid

journalist is officially over.

We just cut.

You can slow it down.

- It's working.
- Yeah.

I saw this...

in that place underground.

Wait.

What is this?

My sister.

Hello! Personal crisis here.

Lori, are you okay?
Did you find something?

The minute she takes
her hand off that car,

I rip it off her arm and bitch-slap her.

You can't hit her. Call the police.

Trager, hold on!

I want to see more.

Here we go.

I can't see anything. It's dark.

Do you hear that?

I'm in a dark room.

I don't know where I am.

Don't be afraid.

Emily's there.

But I don't remember this happening.

What's going on?

God, you're just a kid.

That's it. Don't be afraid.

She shot me.

Are you okay?

I don't know what I am anymore.

I finally accomplished what I wanted.

I knew the truth about who she was.

But how could I explain it to her?

What did I miss?

Well, the circuits got overloaded
from all the sound equipment and lights.

There was some sort of explosion.

My God.

But Kyle and Jessi are okay.

Would it be totally wrong
for me to ask you who won?

Technically, Kyle and Jessi both won.

But since they can't split
the car without a chainsaw,

the judges decided
to give it to the charity.

That's an entire day wasted.

I, on the other hand,
have been very productive.

Check this out.

How sweet is this?

My very own lame slogan.

So you're ready to go public?

I guess I kinda did already.

Besides, if I don't have this on,

yours would look really stupid.

"I'm with Cancer Girl. "

But you'll always have
to stand on my left,

or it won't make sense.

That's awesome.

You're awesome.

You're kind of awesome, too.

That's not how you do it.

Nicole, what happened?

Are they okay?

Yeah, they're both doing fine.
They're resting.

You stay the hell away from my family!

- Lori!
- What?

Her nutcase sister
is the one who attacked me.

No,

Jessi wouldn't do that.

There must be a logical
explanation for this.

You're gonna listen to her
and not your own daughter?

I don't even want to talk to you.

- Honey, wait.
- Mom, please.

How did you do it?

How did you know
how to make me remember?

They were your memories.

They were there all along.

But I don't understand.

How could they be my memories?

How was I ever that girl
we saw in the dark?

There's something
I think you should know.

I have a feeling we're
more alike than you think.

What do you mean?

They said you could...

Amanda, wait!

I trusted you when you broke our date

I trusted you with Jessi,
even when I didn't think I should.

I thought you were different.

It's not what you think.

No?

What was it, then?

We were just talking.

If you had any idea how much of a guy

you sound like right now.

Amanda, you know me better than that.

Please, just believe in me.

That's what Charlie always said.

Jessi, thank God.

I have been looking for you all night.

Hi, Mommy!

Hi, sweetheart.

What do you want?

I wanna know who I really am.

That morning, Nicole had asked me
how well I knew Jessi.

Now I understood
she was someone like me.

The discovery left me even more
troubled and confused...

and wondering what
it might have cost me.

I just spoke to the police.

They went to Emily's house
to look for Jessi, and she's gone.

She's run away.