Flight.
- Flight?
- Yes.
- Oh, of course.
- A-Air travel.
Oh, Sara! Air travel.
- Yes.
- Oh.
- We'd better sell this
to a car company.
- Oh, Phillip.
- Hey!
- Dr Reynolds.
Professor. It's a pleasure
to finally meet you.
I believe you know my son.
He used to play basketball
for Medfield.
Lovely old car.
Mind if I take a look
under the hood?
Yes, I do.
And I don't appreciate you gentlemen
letting yourselves onto my property.
I expected something
more complex.
There's a lot of money
in your discovery.
Perhaps we could make a deal.
Any discovery I make will belong
to Medfield College.
At the end of the term there isn't
going to be a Medfield College.
- We'll see about that.
- You could make a lot of money.
If we were interested in making money,
we wouldn't have become teachers.
You think you'll be able to sell
it for what you owe me...
by the end of the term?
We-- We will.
I'll forget the debt right now.
No, l'm not selling.
When I leave,
I take my offer with me.
We understand.
Good luck.
Come on.
Watch your back, smart guy.
Bad move, Professor.
Good morning!
Pardon me, Mr Seldon.
Are you interested in seeing
a Phillip Brainard?
- Who?
- He's the college professor
you spoke to on the sixth...
about a brand-new car design.
Tell him l'm busy.
Thank him for the interest.
- And send him a hat.
- Well, he's here.
He's right outside.
It's one of the rarest looks
in watches you can actually own.
This watch we have here
is called the scarab.
It has Swiss--
Good night, Weber.
What?
One goon.
Two goons.
- Hey.
- What?
- I think I found it.
- You found it, all right!
- What was that?
- Take two.
Knock, knock!
Kiss me, big boy!
Did you get it?
Yeah.
Oh, l-l've never seen
so many zeroes.
When they saw us flying,
they couldn't wait to write the cheque.
This will save the school,
Phillip.
Weebo?
Weebo?
They took the flubber.
Weebo?
- Weeb--
- Oh.
Um, sh-she's leaking
battery fluid.
Weebo, it's me.
Do you have signal?
Do you have audio signal?
Tracking. It's me.
Professor Brainard.
Focus. Weebo?
Can you see me?
She sees me.
Weebo.
It's all right. I've-l've-- I need
to get some sort of extension cord,
something so I can recharge her.
I've gotta-- I've gotta
download her, quick.
Weebo?
It's all right. It's okay.
Weebo, can you hear me?
It's gonna be all right.
It's like that time you ran into
the wall when I first made you.
We'll get you upstairs,
onto AC and--
She's-She's losing--
She's losing power.
It's okay. It's all right.
We just gotta get you
to the docking station...
till I can make repairs.
Weebo?
Goodbye, my friend.
Gone. I have no idea what--
Goodbye.
I don't know what
to do with her.
What happens to the soul
of a machine, Sara?
Can you fix her?
I can make repairs,
but I can never bring back
the life it was she had.
That's gone.
I never knew what it was to begin with.
It was some sort of glorious accident.
I kept trying to recreate it
and isolate it and find out what it was.
I never could.
What was that word
she was displaying...
on her screen at the end?
Probably a file name.
Why was she displaying it?
She was damaged-- It's, you know--
download-- random piece of information.
- I don't know.
- What was that word?
Oh, can you remember?
No, l--
- Try.
- I am.
It began with "S."
Hello, Phillip. It's me. Weebo.
If I was human, that is.
If you're watching this,
l'm no longer here.
I hope my demise didn't
cause you any undue distress.
Phillip,
a full and complete design
of me is in this file.
You didn't forget it.
I never showed it to you.
I've made a few changes.
I've removed a few
of my flaws...
and added a little of you.
I hope you that
you can love my daughter...
as much as I loved you.
Ooh.
Surprise, surprise.
Professor Brainard.
Dr Reynolds.
Good evening. Sit down.
You look, uh--
- Weary.
- Yes. Weary.
You came to repay your loan?
- No.
- I know you didn't.