All language subtitles for I Am Frankie s02e02 Planning an Escape.eng

- What would an evil
government agency

want with Andrew?

- What would anyone
want with Andrew?

Sorry.

- I have no idea what plans
the Weaponized Android

Research Project Agency
have for Andrew LaPierre.

- Oh, so that's what
WARPA stands for?

All this time I thought it was
a word in some foreign language.

- After calculating
the number of buildings

capable of housing
their secret facility,

I have deduced that our chances
of finding where Andrew

is being held captive
are...

You guys
are both androids.

Isn't there a way
you can connect?

A signal you two can send
to each other or something?

- I have thought of this,
Dayton Reyes,

but it seems his communications
system has been disabled.

If this is accurate, our chances
of finding him sink to...

- Hey, 91%, that's great!

- That's 16%, Cole.
- Oh, yeah, it is.

- I feel that with our lack
of WARPA knowledge,

bringing Andrew LaPierre home
will be nearly impossible.

- Well, cannot say
we didn't try, am I right?

Who is hungry?
I know it's not Tuesday,

but I could really go
for some tacos right now.

- Cole!
- Fine, fine. Chinese it is.

- Andrew LaPierre
defied his programming

and risked his life to help me
escape from WARPA,

and now because of his
sacrifices,

he's been kidnapped--
- Droid-napped.

- --to fulfill some evil plan
we know nothing about.

We must use every option
at our disposal to save him.

- But Frankie, we don't really
have any other options.

- That's not entirely true.

When I found out WARPA
was after you,

I asked someone to hack
their system,

and they did, really well.

- You mean...
- Tammy.

- Yeah.
- I appreciate your creative

problem-solving skills,
Dayton Reyes,

but I highly doubt Tammy Gilroy
would be willing to help me.

- True, but...she would be
willing to help Cole.

- Me? No.
No, no way,

I'm terrible in scheme
situations.

- Oh, come on, she likes you.
- So?!

- Cole Reyes, I know you
and Andrew LaPierre

have this rivalry
I do not fully understand,

but he's in serious danger.

- Fine, I'll do it.
- Thank you, Cole Reyes.

- Circuits, I'm out of here.

What the...?

Where did my strength go?

What is happening?

- Hello, Andrew.
- Where am I? Who are you?

And what happened
to my arms and legs?

- Valid questions,
and you'll get the answers

you desire in due time.
- I want answers now.

- You're not really
in a position to make demands.

But I can tell you your strength
functions have been

temporarily disabled
to prevent escape.

You already defied
your programming once

trying to save--
- Frankie.

Did you hurt--
Is she okay?

- Forget about her.
She's part of the past,

and you're the future.

That's why we brought you
to the Rhombus for restoration.

- The Rhombus? Math?
This is a nightmare, isn't it?

- It's a state-of-the-art
facility

run by the Weaponized Android
Research Project Agency.

A.K.A...WARPA.

- Wait, you wanna weaponize me?

I'm not okay with that.

- Now, now,
you won't be harmed.

And if you cooperate and give us
what we want,

we'll make you the most
powerful android ever.

The envy of every man
and machine everywhere.

- I'm listening.
- Your code will serve

as the prototype for an army
of androids.

You'll be the model
for the greatest fighting force

the world has ever seen.

Based on what Kingston
told me,

which I cross-referenced
with my old assistant

and double cross-referenced
with my older assistant--

- Come on, Sig,
you're killing us.

- I've decided it's safe for us
to get back on the grid again.

- Oh, my phone!
- Hello, old friend.

- This feels a little light.
Did you delete

any of my texts?
- No, Will. Promise.

- I got tagged
in, like, 26 photos.

- My battery's dead.
- And I have 67,000 new emails.

- Whoa, how are you gonna sort
through all that?

- Frankie.

Yes, Mom?

- I was wondering
if you could help me.

I seem to have gotten quite
a bit of emails

since we unplugged.

I'm sure most of it is junk.
- Done.

- I haven't asked you to do
anything yet.

- I used a predictive algorithm.

From the context,
your request was clear,

and I sorted your email into
two groups:

relevant and not relevant.

- Thank you, sweetie.
- It is not a problem.

You're actually very lucky.

You seem to have won a cruise,
got an offer to turn your laptop

into a money-making machine
and a Nigerian prince

wants to give you his fortune.

- Ah, did you sort those
into the relevant

or non-relevant group?

- Relevant, of course.

- Have a good day at school.

- Come on, charge!

Thanks, Frankie.

- Unbelievable!
- What?

Jenny's kissing her phone, too.

- No, I got an email from
the International Space Agency.

Before everything happened
with Frankie,

remember I applied to do
a robotics study

on their space station?
I forgot all about it.

- Well, what's it say?
What's it say?!

What are you doing?
- It doesn't matter.

I can't leave you guys.

We're just getting back
to normal

and there's--no,
too much going on.

- Well I, for one am very happy

you'll be staying down here
with us earthlings.

- Have fun at school, sweetie.

- I'm telling you, ladies,
if I've learned anything,

it's that we need to be strong,
independent women.

That's why the only person
I rely on is me.

- Got your locker open, Tammy.
- Finally.

Hey, Tammy.

- Cole.
- Hey, any chance

we could chat in private?

- Uh, anything you have
to say to Tammy,

you can say in front of us.
Right?

- Beat it.
- And we're walking.

So, now that we're
alone, what do you need?

- Uh, your help,
it's kind of important to me.

But I like to keep it low key,
if you don't mind.

- Ah...sorry, um...
what are they doing here?

- Frankie! Those aren't
our lockers!

- Of course they're not,
Dayton Reyes,

our lockers are over there
and they have been all year.

What are you doing?

Hi. Yeah, so sorry about that.

Anyway, I was hoping
we could meet up after school

in the computer lab
to talk about...WARPA.

Hey, boss!

You better get in here.

- What've we got?
She talking about boys

or the Brain Squad?
- Neither.

She's talking about us

with Clarence Kingston's son,
Cole Reyes.

Why would he be talking
about WARPA?

- I'm not quite sure,
but it looks like we've hooked

a big fish.

Now we just have
to reel him in.

? Never felt so alive

? Felt so alive

? R-e-eal

- Initiate takeover sequence.

- We've got a live one.
- We've got a live one!

- A what?
- Dudz,

you need to be careful
around the microphone,

when we have control
of the target,

she'll repeat everything
we say.

- Sorry.
- Now,

run the teen speak algorithm

and create it so she
blends in linguistically.

- Let's get back to what you
were talking about.

WARPA, or something?

- My dad showed up
the other day.

- Wow, that's all that
and a bag of chips.

- Yeah, so, we're trying
to reconnect.

And I know he worked closer
with WARPA for a while,

and I wanted to get some info
on them so we'll have something

to talk about.

- I can dig it.
- Maybe you could...show me

how you got into their system?

There's nothing on them
anywhere

and I've done a pretty deep
search.

- Okie-dokie, artichokey,
I'm game.

- Okay, why are you talking
that way?

- What way?
- Never mind.

But, we cool
for after school?

- Booyah, that sounds
off the heezy.

- O...kay. See you then.

- Thumbs-up, the international
sign for a positive outcome.

Dayton Reyes, please report

to the principal's office
immediately.

- Yeah, I like to think of
myself as a resource

for all new Sepulveda students,
so if there are any questions

you'd like to ask...
- Eat dust, scrub.

- Right.

Well.

Your tour guide
should be here momentarily.

- Oh, thank heavens.

Zane, Rachel,
this is Dayton Reyes,

the head of our Red Carpet
Welcoming Club.

And this is Frankie Gaines,

who appears to be
attached to her hip.

- Dayton Reyes and I
have separate sciatic regions,

but I, too, am now part
of the Red Carpet Club.

- Whatever it takes to get you
all out of my office.

I would, of course,
join you on the school tour,

but I have very important
principal work to do.

- "Furscopes,
horoscopes for cats."

- Namaste.

She's Dayton Reyes.

And I'm Frankie, Frankie Gaines.

Nice to meet you, Rachel...
Rachel...

I fear I do not know
your last name.

Perhaps you could provide it
to me for future use.

- It's Brandt. Rachel Brandt.

No relation to the German
politician

or the Israeli mathematician,
or Norwegian artist--

- Alright, alright, alright,
off you go.

Do enjoy the tour, okay?
Buh-bye. Buh-bye now.

- Before we can proceed
with the duplication process,

we need to fully understand
your capabilities.

Cooperation with this procedure
is non-negotiable.

- Yeah, we'll see about that.

- Begin.

- Excellent. Testing complete.

That's what you think.

Now it's complete.

Leave us!

- What do you think
you're doing?

- Showing you one
of my greatest capabilities,

the power to do
whatever I want.

- And this is the cafeteria,
where fellow students

form groups based
on social status.

Perhaps you'd like to join
our lunch table?

- Ugh, mystery meat.

- Actually, its origin
is not a mystery.

All our food is sourced from
distributors around the country.

- I was kidding.
- Oh.

Haha, I like your wit.
Do you wanna be friends?

- No offense, but my family
moves around a lot,

so I'm kind of picky about
who I let get close to me.

I do games and tech,
so unless you're a gamer,

or a robot...we're probably
not gonna be friends.

- And that concludes
the red carpet tour

of Sepulveda High!
Any questions?

Zane? Is something wrong?

- I've seen some decent stuff
here, I have,

but I'm really into theater

and I didn't see
anything about that.

No costume shop,
no prop storage--

I mean, does Sepulveda
even put on plays?

- Of course we put on plays!
- No, we don't.

- Frankie
is still kind of new herself,

so she has not experienced
our amazing theater program

- Awesome!
I'd love to get involved!

Do you know who I could talk to?
- Me!

I happen to be the head
of the theater club.

We are called
Standing Room Only.

It's a great name.

Thought you might like it.
- Guys, guys, guys.

It's game, after school
in the computer lab,

we're all set for--
- Cole Reyes!

- On for what?

What's the big secret?

- You guys are terrible
at this whole secret thing.

Game on? The computer lab?

After school?
It's so obvious.

You're multi-player gaming.
- That's right!

Yeah, yeah, I got this new,
this new, um...online game

and we need the...the high
frequency--

- Bandwidth.
- Right, bandwidth,

of the computer lab,
so, you know, it doesn't freeze.

- Lag.
- Lag.

Um, but we're not exactly
supposed to be using

school computers for that
kind of thing, so--

- I totally get it.
Secret gaming club.

- Right again.
- I'm in!

- Huh?
- What?

Uh, you, uh...you're gonna have
to ask Dayton! Dayton, yeah.

She runs the club.

- I do?

I mean...of course I do.

And we will take that up
in our next meeting.

- Rad. I'll be in touch.

- I'll be in touch, too.

- Look on the bright side,
Dayton Reyes.

Running so many clubs

will look great
on your college applications.

- Hey, Mom.

...the way
gravity affects light.

- Mom?

Hello, Earth to Mom.

- Oh, hey Jenny, I'm sorry,
I didn't see you there.

How was school?

...is a black
hole. However, it naturally...

- Uneventful.

Space channel again.

- Alright,
let's go over the plan.

So, when Tammy comes in we'll
get her nice and comfortable

so she can get to work.

- Frankie,
that's where you come in.

We need to be able to access
WARPA later ourselves,

so activate your internal camera
and record every keystroke.

- Too late, I'm already
running my camera.

- You'll have
to caption that for me later.

- I'm glad you guys
are having fun,

but I am freaking out here,
okay?

This is WARPA
we're talking about.

We can get into
serious trouble or worse.

- Relax, Cole.
Just stay calm.

Are you calm?
- Yeah.

- Cole.
- Tammy!

Hey. Hey. Hey, Tammy.

- No way, either they walk
or I walk.

Tammy wait.

My dad, he's not just my dad,

he's Dayton's dad,
too, you know?

And...he's both our dads.
- Stop saying "dad."

- Right, the point is that
Dayton deserves to know

about our dad--father, too.

- What does all this have
to do with your father?

- Uh...he's back in town

and we're trying to reconnect,
remember?

- Right.
Yeah, it's been a long day.

Must've forgotten.

But what about Frankie?
Why does she have to be here?

- Moral support.

- I don't know, Cole.

Look, I wanna help you,
but...that means helping Dayton,

and by association,
that means helping Frankie.

This isn't exactly public info
we're dealing with here.

Frankie probably doesn't even
know what WARPA is.

- Ma'am, we're live.
- Initiate takeover,

lower the firewall,
give her access to the system.

- Activate teen speak
algorithm.

- I don't know,
let me think about it.

- I loped on it and I'm in.

This is way too cool beans
to pass up.

- How does this relate
to cool beans?

Aren't beans supposed
to be served warm?

- I got nothing. Oh.

- What's that for?

- Downloading the data, dog.

It's for you to peruse
at your leisure.

Now, move over, rover,
and let Tammy take over.

- It's cash, my home skillet.

And I'm out like sauerkraut.

I did you a solid.

Now, how about you do one
for me?

What are you gonna do
with this 4-1-1 from WARPA?

- Sorry, it's a family thing.

- Dayton, help me help you.

I have a family too, you know?

I'm hip to this kind of stuff.

Dayton,
help me help you.

I have a family too, you know?

I'm hip to this kind of stuff.

- Tammy, you've done enough
to help.

We'll take it from here.

- Thanks for doing us a solid.

And don't worry,
nobody outside this room

will ever hear the word "WARPA."

- WARPA?

- So, are you ready
to cooperate?

- No, I'm not.
- Fine, have it your way.

- Now move, puppet boy.

- Put some leg into it.

- Now do the worm.

- Stand on your hands.

- What's happening to me?
I can't get down.

I was naive to believe
you'd cooperate voluntarily.

Part of what makes you
valuable is your strong will.

But now that you know we have
full operational control

of your system,
shall we resume testing?

- It's all coming together.

- There's so much information,

I don't even know
where to begin.

- Samesies. It's like,
do I start by reading

Aristotle's writings
on drama theory

for my new drama club?

Or a Two Legit Kids blog post
about Ganking and MMORPG

for my gaming club.

- Your struggle is entirely
real, Dayton Reyes.

- Don't I know it.

- Frankie, I know this might be
a dumb question,

but does any of this stuff
have WARPA's address on it?

- Someone's accessing
the WARPA schematic.

- Activate their webcam.

Let's see who we're
dealing with.

- That tracking bug you planted
in the files

is working like a charm.

- Tell us what you're up to,
sister.

- We don't need an address,
Cole Reyes.

The structure
has a unique shape.

I'll be able to pinpoint
its location

by cross-referencig
my satellite imagery database.

- Uh, you, uh...
you got one of those?

- Of course.
With high-definition

overhead access to all types
of structures.

Most structures
have a weak point.

I have scanned this one
for any such weaknesses,

but there are none.

It is a fortress and I don't see
how we can enter.

What about that service door?
Could we get in through there?

- If my advanced systems
were unable to detect

a vulnerability...

That is an unguarded
service door.

The weakness is in plain sight.
That's where we can sneak in.

Cole Reyes,
I am extremely impressed.

- What are you doing?!
In the dark?

- Nothing,
I wasn't doing anything.

- Wait a minute.

Were you obsessing over
that email?

Would you just open it already?

- Jenny, I'm a highly trained
scientist.

I'm pretty sure I can
maturely regulate my emotions.

- Cannot.
- Can too.

- Cannot.
- Can too.

- Cannot--
- What's going on in here?

space.
- This again?

- Is everything okay?

I heard two very
high-pitched yelps.

- Please read the email, Mom.
- Jenny, it's not a big deal.

- Yes it is.
Mom, you love space.

My first memory is you
hanging a solar system mobile

over my crib, and then
my second memory is you

taking it down and putting it
over your bed.

You remember that?

- I also know
that if I was a boy,

you were going to name me Buzz.

- After famed astronaut
Buzz Aldrin?

- You were gonna be
named Buzz either way,

Jenny was your middle name,
they messed up

your birth certificate
at the hospital.

- Will!
- What? She should know.

It seemed like
the appropriate time.

- We're getting off track here.

- Mom, I exist because
you followed one of your dreams.

Have the courage to follow
your other dreams.

- Alright, I'll open it,
but it doesn't matter,

I'm not going either way.

"Dr. Gaines, it is with great
pleasure that we invite you

"to...join the crew

of the International
Space Station."

"While we understand
that it's difficult for anyone

"to leave home for six months,
we hope that you can plan it

in a way that would allow you
to join us."

- Congrats, Mom, you deserve it.

- Thank you!

Oh, but I'm not going.
I can't...right?

- Mom, if this is
your lifelong dream

you should at least consider it.

- How can I leave you all
for six months?

- If it makes your decision
any easier,

my calculations indicate
that we'll most likely be safe

for the duration of your trip.

- Yeah, Mom,
nothing bad is gonna happen.

- We don't have details yet,
but in the near future

there will be an attempted
breach.

- How can you be so sure?
- In the building plans

we allowed the Gilroy girl
to download,

we planted a false vulnerability
to entice would-be intruders.

- How clever.

- And once they enter
through the vulnerable area,

we'll be in perfect position
to capture them.

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