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Previously on Kyle XY:

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

She's letting us study together,
so a date can't be 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 comfortable with where we are.

- Which is?
- Friends.

- Friends.
- Without benefits.

- Brutal.
- Did you hear any of that song?

- Not really.
- Come in here.

- What does his opinion matter?
- He knows music.

Brian told me about
the girl in the picture.

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 personal and 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 she 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 miss.

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 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?

How are things with you and Amanda?

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

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.

Who are you taking?

I love that book. How do you like it?

- I'm not reading. I'm listening.
- Listening?

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.

Mr. Trager, I've just received the
results from the placement exams.

Please sit down.

That's awesome.

Mr. Trager, I take great pride in what
students at Beachwood can accomplish.

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 now.

There are too many other average
students who scored well above the norm.

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'd asked me who
Marie Antoinette was three months ago,

I would have probably said the French
foreign exchange student with 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...

Could I have a straw?

Oh, yeah. Sure. Sorry.

Awesome!

Step into my office.

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?"

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

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

Well, yes.

And you came to your goddesses of all
things estrogen for the real skinny.

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

- 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.

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

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.
- 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... OK.

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.

You know, thanks, but I think
I'll let it heal on its own.

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
themselves 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
after the effort you've made.

I've been profiled based
on past reputation. We should sue.

You sure your case would hold up?

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

but I'm an honest B student now.

Principal Hooper
needs a good talking-to.

- I'll go with you.
- 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.

Why did you stop?

- I'm bleeding.
- Just wipe it off and keep going.

You were doing so well. Don't quit.

We need to show them
that you weren't a mistake.

We need to prove to Latnok
that we matter.

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.

- OK, yeah. That sounds good.
- In the meantime...

...let's try it again.

Hooper said there were other students
whose grades didn't match?

Apparently I was involved in a crappy
cheating ring I didn't know about.

How would that work?
I mean, if you could have 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?

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

- Good night.
- Good night.

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 applaud that,
not condemn him without proof.

Mrs. Trager, in my experience,
numbers lie far less than people do.

Unfortunately, they show you have two
suspected cheaters living in your home.

- Now you're suggesting Lori's involved.
- No, not your daughter.

- Kyle?
- Come in.

Hi.

You've gotta be kidding me.

Why would the smartest kid at your
school bother to cheat on a test

- he could take blindfolded?
- Josh didn't cheat. Neither did I.

It has come to my attention that someone
hacked into the computer system,

downloaded the tests, and
posted them on a secret website,

the results being that students
who were failing their courses

managed to ace their exams.

I want you to show me that website
and tell me who logged on to it.

I don't know anything about a website.

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.

Do you know any other student here
that could do that, besides him?

- What were you thinking?
- What do you mean? It's so Sarah.

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

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.

Maybe they cheated.

Or maybe they studied
really hard like Josh did.

All I did was post the test
and help spread the word.

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

- What is it?
- Nothing.

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?

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 website?
- I would have if I'd known about it.

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

so a sneak peek at that test
leveled the playing field.

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

- Is your ankle any better?
- The same, which sucks.

I'll catch you later.

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 have an inner anything.

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

- I'm working on it.
- On it or on him?

- You 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 the lady
doth protest too much. "

- Thank you, smart girl.
- You're welcome.

So, has anything delicious
happened to you today?

Hilary!

- 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'll 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.

- 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.

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.

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

We're victims of Hooper's twisted logic.
I'm telling you, forget the bananas,

'cause I'm going
straight to Hooper, and I'm...

- Mr. Hooper. How's it going?
- Well, I'm very disappointed.

I'd hoped my students
would show more conscience,

but so far no one's come forward.

It's forced me to consider
cancelling the prom.

What does the prom
have to do with this?

Nothing. As soon
as you show me the website.

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

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 website?

He wants to know
who posted the exams.

You want me to tell? Fine.

But a lot of 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 website,

he could trace the IP 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 want to 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.

Maybe later.

Amanda, I need to ask you something.

Oh. Okay.

Please, ask away.

There was a website where someone
posted the placement test in advance.

Did...?

It's none of my business.
I didn't mean to make you feel bad.

I already do.

I'd heard a rumor about
the website 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 website,
I guess I just couldn't resist.

- I'll tell Hooper what I did.
- No, don't do that.

You and Josh didn't do anything,
and you're getting so much grief.

How many people were tempted or looked
just because they were curious?

Don't say anything to Hooper.
I'll figure a way out.

- 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.

Holy crap!

How did you do that?

Everything with an atomic mass
has a gravitational field

that can be manipulated.

That simple, huh?

- It was a joke.
- Oh.

You and Kyle are so alike sometimes.

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?

Well, I used to train inside,
but now I start by running 13 miles.

Wait. You warm up with a half 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 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 IP addresses.
I that looked at the website.

- 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 a fall for me.

- Dude, I've got morals.
- I know. It's just nice to see.

Now...

...show me who's on that list.

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

- I need to keep it confidential.
- Figures.

Man, it sucks you may miss out,

if Hooper follows through
and cancels the prom.

- Have you asked her anyways?
- Bad timing.

Bye.

He's threatened to cancel prom?

OK, that is unacceptable.
To strong-arm you like that?

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

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

- Except he chops bananas.
- Pasta is much more satisfying.

I'll call the superintendent and tell
him how Hooper's been handling this.

I wish you wouldn't.

With you and Josh both under the gun...
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.

- 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.

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

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

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 don't know who sent those
messages or whether to trust them.

- I know I don't trust Taylor.
- 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 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.

- Hils, 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. I'd 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?

We are in a good place 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.

- Yeah!
- Good game.

Good job, Declan.

- Hey, what's up?
- I was looking for Jessi.

I haven't seen her.

- It seems better.
- Oh, it is.

Like magic.

- What?
- Your heart is racing.

- I was just kicking ass in that game.
- Faster than when you walked over here.

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. 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.
- 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 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.
- That's not gonna happen.

Well, I'd hoped we could deal
with this privately,

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

By involving Social Services?
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?

Now I'm convinced he's up to something.
He threatened to make trouble

- if I don't stay out of it.
- What do we do?

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.

Well, he's all I have.

- Jessi.
- Go away. Please, go away.

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 addresses of the
computers that accessed the website.

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

That's impossible.
The entire student body is only 812.

- Clearly, not all of us cheated.
- The scores don't reflect that, but...

I can give you the list
and you can trace the addresses,

but you can never be certain who 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,
you must know where the website 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?
- Woo-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 have 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.

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 you can 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 just 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...

The timing is perfect.

And, yes, I would love to go with you.

Is it Happy Hooper Banana Day?

He stopped the inquisition.
I've been exonerated.

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 can cheat now and then.
- 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 these 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.

You've gotta push through the fatigue.

Jessi, this isn't a game
we're playing here.

This is your future.

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

- 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.

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.

- Hi.
- Hello.

I'm Kyle.

I know.

My name's Sarah.