01x09 - Let's Get Some Answers!

[bunniefuu]

Ryan: Previously, on Mech-X ...

You are a technopath, who can
control machines with your mind.

The monsters are sent
by people, terrible people.

That's why I built Mech-X .

So you could stop them, Ryan.

- Spyder: Perfect fit.
- Harris: Exact handwriting.

Ryan: This Leo guy, he knew I
had powers when I was a baby,

and built this robot for me.

- Rude young man!
- (thuds)

Ah-ah-ah.

We need answers. We need to
figure out who this guy is,

and how and why I got my powers.

- What did you do?
- It wasn't me.

- Well it wasn't me and it's usually me.
- (alarm blaring)

Oh, boy. Oh!

Ah!

Guys? We're pinned down
by drones.

We could use
a little help over here.

We're a little busy
ourselves, dude.

Hang on! Here they come.

Batter up!

- That thing isn't going anywhere.
- Mark: Yeah, it is.

(grunts)

You've left me no choice.

The robot is going
to self-destruct!

(theme music playing)

- (seagulls crying)
- (buoy bell clanging)

Awesome, bro. You're getting
really good at that.

At flipping?

Yeah. You nailed it.

World class, Ry-Guy.

Uh, thanks. (Laughs)

Do you need anything?

Uh... frozen yogurt?

Nah.

Fruit smoothie?

Nope.

Can I get you anything?

Some space? (Laughs)

Yeah.

Okay, I'm gonna go down

and see if Harris has anything
with that note that Mom gave me.

Got you.

Watch your step.

- Sure.
- Got you.

- I got this.
- I know.

Then let go of my hand, weirdo.

There you go.

Just watch your step.

- You good?
- Yeah.

Explain to me again why you
tried to do a double somersault

off my lab bench?

Because I was dared to.

By me. I don't take that
from anybody.

Aah.

I don't have time
for this, Spyder.

I'm analyzing the fingerprint
on Ryan's note.

And I need to come up with a
project for the first round

of the Harper Grant. (Sighs)

Hey, look, I keep telling you:
Invent self-repairing underwear.

No. I'm already doing a study on
arthropod and mollusk hemocyanin.

(snores, gasps)

Seth Harper's gonna hate that.

I once saw him wrestle a feral
pig on some wildlife show.

That doesn't sound
remotely true.

The point is... he's a
maverick, an adventurer.

- Like me.
- Like you?

Yes, okay? If you want
to impress Seth Harper,

you have to do something daring.

Get in touch
with your inner Spyder.

Ignore that nerdy voice in your hand
telling you to follow the rules.

I love that voice.
It sounds like Morgan Freeman.

Dude, trust me.

The effects of an illogical thought
process on a logical mind.

Hmm. Interesting.

Have any of you been noticing
that Mark's been acting strange?

Well, he didn't know my name
this morning, so no.

And, Harris, I really hope
you analyzed the note

before you started
playing doctor with Spyder.

I'm already searching all police

and government databases
for the print we found.

(whirring, beeping)

(gasps)
Bam, y'all, we got a match!

And the lucky winner is...

(grunts)

Mastermind (through computer):
I had them.

Your robot and your pilots,
I had them in my grasp.

Let me guess,
you lost them both.

How's that make you feel?

Hm. Feels like lunch is over.

The only reason you're alive
is you have information I need,

and... out of respect
for our past.

(laughs)

You really are a softy,
anyone ever tell you that?

Due to recent losses,
I've had to take

a more hands-on role
in my mission.

You're the only one now who can
tell me who the pilots are.

I will break you, Leo.

I will figure out a way
to make you talk.

(panting)

(grunts)

See you at dinner!

Harris: That's our guy.

Leo Mendel. Finally a name.

Harris: Looks like the police
have a pretty thick file on him.

He's suspected of stealing large pieces
of technology from several companies.

And he probably took 'em here.

Look! His last known address.

Harris: Ry, remember the chances

of Leo being there
are pretty slim.

- He said he could be dead.
- I know. I know!

But if we follow the clues,
who knows what we'll find.

Spyder: Oh, sweet!

An empty lot.

Okay, dibs on anything
pointy or rusty.

Ah, there you go, buddy!

- (Ryan laughs)
- Careful, now.

Ryan: Geez.

(sighs)

Spyder: Something's not
right about this place.

That squirrel has run
back and forth four times now.

Yeah, he's right.

There's something off about
his place, I can feel it.

It's a hologram.

Harris:
Whoa. What is this place?

Whoa.

This looks an earlier model
of Mech-X .

Only one way to find out.

- Actually, there's many ways to find out...
- Dude, wait.

You don't know what's in there.

Mark's right.
This could be dangerous.

But your inner Spyder says...?

Go big or go home! Whoo!

What?

Inner Spyder?

We do stuff.

(beeps)

Okay, it's safe.

What is wrong with you?

Nothing. I'm your big brother.

This is what big brothers do.

Since when?

Weird. There's no path
for a technopath.

Ryan: I wonder how
you control it?

- Nice.
- There we go.

All right.

- Hi, there!
- (screams)

Welcome to Mech-X !

Leo? -Please hold
still while I...

elim... eliminate you!

(drones buzzing)

- Hold on.
- (gasps)

(drones buzzing)

Wait, wait, wait!

We can explain.

We came here to find you.

You're not authorized
to be... be here.

I'm Ryan Walker.

You're not authorized
to be... be here!

Wait, Leo, it's me!
The technopath.

(drone buzzing)

My drone indicates
you're telling the truth.

Plus, you know
the word technopath.

That's totally a word
Leo invented.

You're not Leo, are you?

I'm Leo-OS, the artificial intelligence
operating system for Mech-X .

- And?
- Oh, right, sorry.

Technopathy was very important to my
creator, so I will not terminate you.

Yay!

For now.

Yay?

Come on. Go, shoo, scat.

When is the last time
you saw Leo?

It's been two years,
four days and minutes. Wait!

(ticking) Eighteen, just now,

just turned .

Boy. That's way after
Leo made the video.

He... He could be alive.

(panting)

(groans softly)

Spork.

(whirring)

(screams)

Spork. Spork makes spark.

(grunts)

(beeps)

(hydraulic whir)

Leo-OS: I t's just so strange
to have visitors in my head.

It's also strange
to say that out loud.

So you have no records
for a Ryan Walker.

I have one reference
for a Bryan McWalker.

Champion bagpipe player?

Correct.

(bagpipe music playing)

- Oh, dude, whoa!
- Please stop.

Mm. Yes. Yes.
Oh, yes, Bryan McWalker.

He was never fully
respected for his talents.

True dat.

So what happened to you?

I'm a... failed experiment.

This is what... what happens I g... guess
when a robot doesn't have a technopath.

Well, tell me everything. Where
to technopaths come from?

Am I the only one?
What else don't I know...

All files are classified
as per Leo's orders.

But it would really help me out
if you could just tell me...

All files are... are class...
classified as per Leo's orders!

Shutting down.

Oh!

Hey, not cool, fake Leo.

What?

Hey, you know, if this
robot's like ours,

it was a data core.

You know, if we override
the shutdown,

I can technopathically shuffle
the data onto our phones.

Harris, do you think
you can turn on the power

and then re-route it
so the AI can't turn it off?

Sure, I can do that.

And I got your back.

We should head to the data core
while these two turn on the power.

Sneaking around a crumbling robot
that was just trying to k*ll us?

Inner Spyder says...?

- Let's do it!
- I'm so proud!

- Watch it.
- Come on, let's go!

Ah! Piece of cake.

Oh, no. Okay,
not a piece of cake.

You almost k*lled yourself when you
jumped over that piece of scrap.

(snores)

Oh my gosh. I'm becoming you?

- Huh.
- I'm embracing my inner Harris.

Possibly side effect
of me having an inner Spyder.

Oh. Embracing my inner Spyder
makes me feel... alive!

Embracing my inner Harris
makes me feel... ?

(beeps)

- Aw.
- Nice.

(buzzing and whirring)

Whoa.

This place looks like
it has a million records here.

Just... download it all
and let's get you out of here.

(beeping)

It's working.

(alarm blaring)

Not fast enough. Come on, dude.

You're attempting
to steal classified data.

Dang it. Now I don't have
anyone to talk to anymore.

Wait. Why?

Well, I kind of sort of
have to make you dead.

Dead's gonna be a bummer.

Drones!

What?

(drones buzzing)

Oh, my gosh. Go, go, go!

- What did you do?
- It wasn't me.

Well, it wasn't me
and it's usually me.

Oh, boy. Go!

(groans)

Guys? We're pinned down by drones. We
could use a little help over here.

We're a little busy
ourselves, dude.

Hang on. Here they come.

(buzzing)

Batter up!

Ryan: That thing isn't
going anywhere.

Mark: Yeah, it is.

(laughs) Whoo! He got
all of that one!

Okay, Mark, I need you to go
down to the equipment room

and help out Harris and Spyder.

No way, dude.
I'm not leaving you.

(buzzing)

I'm not leaving
until I have what I need!

H... Hey! Those files
are for Leo's eyes only!

But I'm on Leo's side!

(buzzing)

We should've never
come down here.

I hate my inner Spyder.

I'm going back
to my inner Harris.

I'm a beautiful boy, who
thinks, likes to make plans.

Spyder and Harris
are pinned down right now.

I need you to go down there
and clear a path for them.

Trust me, I'll be
right behind you.

No way, man,
I'm not leaving you.

Brothers don't do that.

You did that
all the time before.

That was before.

Before... before you learned
I was adopted.

Ow! You little dingus!

Ow! Finally!

- Uh, I'm so sorry, dude.
- No, don't be.

Be the swaggering buttknuckle
I grew up with.

I need him to help us right now.

Nothing's changed.
I'm me and you're you.

Get out of my body!

Hey. Let's go save
your loser friends.

(whirring)

- Whoo!
- Whoa, Mark, that was awesome!

Come on, dingus... uh, dinguses.

Harris, which one is it,
is it dingusi?

Dingi!

- Okay, come on.
- Let's just go!

(alarm blaring) - Leo-OS:
Lockdown activated!

Oh, man, now what?

Oh!

Whoa! Whoa!

Really?

(alarm continuing)

The probability of you defeating
my drones continues to increase.

The robot is going
to self-destruct!

You've left me no choice.

I can think of a lot of choices.

Hmm. Let us go!

Don't blow us up.

Open the doors!

- (grunting)
- Come on!

- Let's go.
- Guys!

- (buzzing)
- Guys, guys!

(grunts)

Go, go, go!

Leo would not want you
to blow me up.

What do you know
about what Leo wants?

I know that Leo needs me.

He built a robot specifically
for me to fight monsters.

Same reason he built you, right?

That means
we're in this together.

We have the same purpose.

We're kind of like brothers.

(grunts)

(beeping)

Drones.

Mark: It's okay, it's okay.

Come on.

You can think for yourself.

If you blow us up,
the bad guys win.

You fail your mission.
You fail Leo.

Is that what you want?

It's not what he would want.

Push it, push it.

Come on!

(power hums, stops)

(beeping, whirring)

Go, go, go!

I miss him.

I want to believe that Leo
is still out there.

Is there anything in these
files that'll help me find him?

No. But Leo implanted
a receiver chip in his brain

to download his psychological
profile into me.

I can send a pulse out that
will tell me where he is.

So long as he's not dead
or out of range.

That's great!

Never tried it before
because, well...

to send out this pulse I'll have to
exhaust all my power and resources.

(sighs) What'll happen to you?

I heard you and your brother
talk before.

This is the kind of thing brothers
do for each other, right?

Knuttbuckle. Heh.

It's actually buttnuckle, but...

Buttnuckle, is it?

Wait, just give me
another chance to find...

Please. Just tell Leo I said...

Hey.

(power hums, stops)

(beeps)

Come on, Leo. Don't be dead.
Don't... Please don't be dead.

Come on, Leo.

Oh, no.

(beeping)

I'll find him.

I promise.

Mastermind: And now you know
there's no possibility of escape,

and no one can find you here.

You can tell me who the pilots
are, or you can rot here.

Forever.

(screams)

Check it.

"Finding Your Inner Spyder:

A first-person account of trying to figure out
why people make such terrible decisions."

You're way more interesting
than a mollusk.

That's not really a compliment.

Huh. Phone, please.

Okay, I mapped the coordinates

based on the data
we got from Leo-OS, and...

He's at the bottom of the ocean.

So that could be a problem.

(theme music playing)

(barking)