Jaime winds up babysitting a VIPs daughter at Jonas's command, but that little task is pushed to the background when Sarah Corvis comes looking for her at the behest of Professor Dorkus's father, who's suddenly back in the picture and creeping at Sarah to bring Jaime to him. He tells Starbot he's doing it so Jaime's bionics can be used to save a dying Starbot, but it would appear that he has something more nefarious in mind. We learn that Starbot has her own sad story to tell: her sister died in a massive car crash a while back, which apparently had something to do with the part where she went nuts.
There's a lot of banter with Jaime and Starbot, in which sometimes it appears that they are considering a tentative alliance and sometimes it appears that they're just using new ways to prepare to kill each other. This leads to a big confrontation and bionic collaboration during a massive fight in a nail salon, but in the end, Jaime betrays Starbot to the Berkus Group after Starbot comes very close to murdering Becca.
In short, the show continues to slowly improve, becoming less stupid and more silly at the same time, and threatening to have the kind of sense of humor about itself that could make it far more enjoyable to watch. In entirely cheerful news, this show accomplishes something so many of us have been anticipating for such a long time: it provides a shot of Isaiah Washington getting kicked in the junk. Yay!
Previously on We Can Rebuild Her; We Have The Rights: Jaime was bionic; Starbot was bionic and angry; Jaime poured out her heart to her ungrateful, bratty sister and swore undying loyalty to same; and Jae had a heart-to-heart with Dorkus Senior just before Dorkus Junior: The Dorkus Chronicles took a bullet to the shoulder that finished him off, probably because his bionic girlfriend went off to catfight instead of calling 911. Jaime found out that her boyfriend had perhaps been stalking her before dating her, and after resisting joining the creepy clandestine organization apparently responsible for the stalking as well as the replacement of parts of her body with machines, the loss of her pregnancy, the death of her boyfriend, and the inability to walk around the city without hearing "Unwritten" coming from everywhere even more than other people do, she decided that "if you can't stop 'em from ruining your life, join 'em" was the winning approach.
We come up on Jaime and Jae fighting again in the big...auto parts warehouse?...where her training takes place. She's kind of getting her ass kicked, and it turns out that Jae has just said something about her brain and artificial intelligence that has her freaked out. He emphasizes that all he said is that she has some artificial intelligence in her wiring. And -- say it with me -- I think she could use all the intelligence she can get, but she still doesn't seem grateful. They fight more. They stop fighting. They fight more. We're supposed to be learning something from all this, I'm quite sure, but your guess is as good as mine. It has something to do with teaching her not to behave in a predictable, robotic (let's say) fashion. Jaime, fresh from the sweat-spraying apparatus they clearly keep just out of camera range, says, "You're telling me I can hack into myself." He...he said that? Wow. I need to turn on the subtitles. Or the subtext-titles. The subtextles.
Later, Jaime and Becca are enjoying lunch al fresco, and to the surprise of absolutely everyone, Becca is wearing a bitchface that suggests that her salad is made from nothing but lemon peels. Asked how the salad is, Becca snots that "it's great...it's a salad." Like she's wondering, how good can a salad be? She needs to eat the pear salad at the Noho Star, which I am not done talking about yet ["God, no kidding. Also, Becca needs to marry Silas from Weeds and have the world's snottiest babies." -- Joe R] . Jaime asks if Becca wants a sundae, and Becca is bitchy about this also, so Jaime guiltily admits that she's trying to "buy back [Becca's] love" after spending so much time at work. Becca tells her that Jaime knows what she wants, and Jaime says she's not buying any jeans that cost $170. Becca protests that they do great things for her ass, and "you can't put a price tag on that." Becca clumsily exposits that Jaime should make more money now that she has that new job as a "consultant." She clearly does not know very much about consultants, since that's as likely to indicate unemployment as prestige.