Rutland! Rangers!
Okay, flubber, it's time that you and I...
got to know each other.
Another easy basket for the Rutland Rangers.
They have built up a commanding lead in the first half.
- Evening, Sara. - Excuse me?
What a coincidence.
Take it!
Not now, Ernie! Not now!
Go Medfield!
- Ow! - Oh, sorry. Sorry, Wilson.
See if you can get me another ten grand on Rutland.
- You got a problem, Bennett? - You're betting against my team?
It's not your team. They threw you off, remember that?
Ooh. Oh, baby. That's gotta hurt.
He fouled him! He threw his hip into that!
Flubber? Flubber! Where are you?
Welcome back to Rutland Arena for half number two.
The Medfield Squirrels tonight are getting their nuts buried,
trailing by 51 at intermission.
If Coach Barker has any sense, he has to be thinking forfeiture-
...for half number two.
Come on, boys. Expect the unexpected.
Dale. Come on now, son. You can do it.
Come on, Bruce. There we go. Werner, be a flying squirrel!
Bart, the impossible's possible. Come on, Lawrence!
- Rodents rule! - Loser!
Show time.
Keep going! Open!
- Yeah! Get 'em! - Come on! - Defence, defence!
- Come on! - That's pretty good.
Yeah!
Okay! Go! Beat them! Let's go!
Yeah! Did you see that? Did you see that, Dad? Yes!
What the-
We did it!
Hey, are you blind? They're doin' something illegal out there.
Coach, nowhere in the rule book does it say anything about jumpin' too high.
Now sit down!
Looks like a lonely weekend in the mountains for you, Croft.
Did you see that, Croft?
Down, down!
Yes!
Oh. Dale!
No!
Dale! Not the tacks!
- I don't know. - Okay, now, this game is not over yet.
You just wanna steal the ball and then score!
Pardon me, boys. Educator coming through.
Coach, I know very little about basketball, but I do know chemistry.
And I-I believe that Dale is having a problem, not with motivations,
but with some sort of adhesive buildup on the bottom of his shoes.
- Do you have any ethyl alcohol? - What?
- Excuse me. Hello, Dale. - Coach. - Oh, hello, Professor Brainard.
- May I see your sole? - Wh-
- I mean, the bottom of your shoe. - Oh, oh.
Now, the game's not over yet. Keep your chin up and your potential energy high.
'Cause you know why, Dale?
Son of a-
Get the ball. Jump with all your soul.
Jump! Or I'll flunk you.
- Uh- What? - You heard me.
Jump, or I'll flunk you out of my department for good.
Okay.
I think that's a little harsh, but-
- Jump! - A-T-T-A-C-K!
The Medfield Squirrels are trying to complete this astonishing comeback.
- Nice and patient, Rutland. Plenty of time, baby. - Rutland has the lead with the clock winding down.
These rodents have fought their little hearts out tonight,
but it looks like the Squirrels are gonna come up a couple of nuts short of a bushel.
Jump, Dale! Jump!
Jepner is soaring into the air, makes the steal.
Look at him go! Jepner, with wings on his shoes, soaring to the other end!
He's all over it. He dives. He's through!
And Medfield upsets Rutland on an incredible play by Dale Jepner!
- No! - And the Squirrels are going nuts.
- Yeah! - We won! - Oh, we did it! - Foul!
- We did it! - Foul! Foul!
Since when is it within the rules for a player to accompany the ball through the hoop?
Oh, I don't know. Come on. I owe you dinner.
- Sara? - Good night, Phillip.
Good night.
Brainard had something to do with this.
It-It's the same stuff we saw the other night over at his house.
Right.
I don't know how, but I'm absolutely certain your team cheated.
Oh, you're just being a sore loser.
Sara, m-m-may I speak to you for a moment? Alone?
What you have to say to her, you can say to both of us,
if you can remember.
Sara?
- Flubber. - Flubber?
Sounds like baby shampoo.
Flubber is what won the game.
That amazing aerial ballet...
was because I flubberized the boys' shoes.
A little on the bottom- Whoo!
You are remarkable.
Sara?
Good night, Phillip.
Watch yourself.
Now what do we have to do to get you to take a hint?
It's over, Phillip. You lost.
Go home. Play with your rubber.
What kind of car does that Brainard fellow drive?
Old T-Bird. Why?
- I just saw it. - So?
It was flying.
You heard me. Flying.
- Hey, who won? - We did.
Um, Professor,
why the long face?
- I think you know why. - Would it be a Sara issue?
Wish I understood human beings.
Wish I understood women.
Wish I understood emotions and passions. I wish I understood any of that.
If I did, I wouldn't have had to spend my entire life in a laboratory...
trying to figure out how the world works.
I would've been out in the world trying to figure out why it works.
I know I love her, Weebo.
Every neuron in my limbic system is saturated with phenylethylamine.
That triggers euphoria, elation, exhilaration.
Truth is, Weebo,
I'm not absent-minded because I'm selfish or crazy or-
or inconsiderate.
I'm absent-minded because I'm in love with Sara.
Oh, Professor.
That doesn't matter any more,
'cause I don't get any more chances with her.
That's not true. There's always another chance. I mean, you never know, right?
Probably just as well that it's over.
- Why? - She has to move on.
- Oh. - I'm not right for her.
- But you knew that, didn't you, Weebo? - Huh?
You never wanted me to marry her.
Well, you were right. I wasn't right for her.
You're the one for me, Weebo.
Just the two of us.
And flubber makes three.
- Good night, Weeb. - Good night.
Uh, Professor-
And this is the God's truth:
I want him to have what he wants,
even if it means you instead of me.
Sara? Sara, it's me.
- Weebo? - May I come in?
Oh, I'm sorry to wake you like this,
but I can't ring the doorbell.
- Is everything okay with Phillip? - Oh, yeah.
It's not a conventional emergency.
Oh, Phillip would be very angry if he knew I left,
but I have to show you something.
Do you have a minute?
Listen.
I know I love her, Weebo.
Every neuron in my limbic system is saturated with phenylethylamine.
That triggers euphoria, elation, exhilaration.
Truth is, Weebo, I'm not absent-minded because I'm selfish...
or crazy or- or inconsiderate.
I'm absent-minded because I'm in love with Sara.
And this will be our little secret.
Phillip.
- Sara? - Uh-huh.
This is it. This is the solution.
This is how we save the school.
That's what I've been saying. Flubber.
- You saw what it did at the game. - Yes.
Imagine the line of shoes we could develop.
Oh, no, no, no, Phillip, not shoes.
No. Look.
This. 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, I'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 I'm busy. Thank him for the interest.
- And send him a hat. - Well, he's here.
He's right outside.
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.
Kiss me, big boy!
Did you get it?
Yeah.
Oh, I-I'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?
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-I'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, I-
- Try. - I am.
It began with "S."
Hello, Phillip. It's me. Weebo.
If I was human, that is.
If you're watching this, I'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.
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. I was just having a little fun.
I'm here to sell you the flubber.
You been to your house recently?
- Yes. - Do I really need to buy it?
Flubber's a very quixotic substance.
It's very difficult to handle. Have you tried to do anything with it?
My man is working on it. It won't be a problem.
Well, I could make it a lot easier for you.
If you give us a 30-day extension on the loan,
I'll tell you everything I know...
and make you a great deal of flubber.
I'll give you the 30 days,
and after that you give me two years.
Whatever you come up with over the next two years is mine.
That's not fair!
Shop somewhere else, lady.
Sara, Sara. I'll do it.
- May I see the flubber? - Would you like to show these good people to the library?
You're going to enjoy this. Professor?
I got you a little help.
- The lovebirds. - Wilson. Shame on you.
- Welcome. - So you finally gave up teaching.
How could I pass up the opportunity to transform the energy industry?
Flubber. Very interesting, Phil.
Too bad it's so unstable.
I was just looking over the formula. Dangerous mix.
You just have to know how to deal with it, really. It just takes a few simple precautions-
Hey, hey. Hang on, "Einsteen. "
- Stein. - Whatever.
- What's this? - Well, it-it's a hand cream that acts as a separating agent.
- Right. - Um-
It's so I can handle the flubber.
- It's okay. - Thank you.
She needs to assist me. Rub it on your hands.
squirt gun.
- What's it for? - I use that to lower the temperature of the tank.
Let him have it.
No, no. Give it to him. N- No, no. Give it to him.
W- Stop that and give it to him.
Put-Put it in his hand and give it to him.
No, no, no, no, no. Give the gun to him.
- Thank you. - You're welcome.
You okay? It's me.
There you go.
Do it for Weebo.
Look out!
Get him!
- Oh, dear. - Sara? Going somewhere?
Wilson.
Left, left, left, right, right, left.
- Sara! - Huh? - Grab her.
- What? - Jump!
I'm coming, Sara!
Hey, Lumpy. Hmm?
- Come on. - Let's go, smart guy.
- Ow. - Phillip, look out!
Sara!
- Get him. - This one's for Weebo.
Beautiful.
For as much as these two people have finally...
consented together in holy wedlock...
and have witnessed the same before God and this company,
I pronounce, believe it or not,
that they be husband and wife together.
- You may now kiss the video screen. - Oh.
Love you, Sara.
I love you.
I'll meet you at the reception. I'm almost done. It's gonna be remarkable.
Phillip, please be careful.
Don't worry. These chemicals are completely compatible.
There's no chance that anything could go wrong!
Hey, pal. We're 30,000 feet up in the air.
There's no monsters or bad guys way up here, okay?
You can look out the window.
Mom. Mom!
Flubber's gone. Get back here!
When we get to the hotel, I don't care what you say,
I'm not sharing a room with him.
Look at him. He's gross. He bounces all the time.
He squeaks. He phase-shifts.
I mean, he's a quasi-plasmoid.
If it's hot in Hawaii, I hope he melts.