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- COLE: Come on, you guys seem reasonable--

No! Okay. You're strong!

- Cole? Cole. Cole!

- Dad. - What are you doing here?!

Are you alright?!

- Wait, is this your new job? You're working for WARPA?!

Hey! Can I get a new cell? I don't wanna be in here

with this guy. - Oh, stop.

I'm not working here. Just take a look around you.

I am a prisoner locked in a cell.

- So, you calling me and telling me I should go to NGETS,

they made you say all that?

- I never called you, I-- [gasps]

Wait, wait, wait, they must have been using

the voice mapping software.

[chuckles sarcastically] Oldest trick in the book.

- What do you think he's doing right now?

- Probably something tennis-y.

- And now?

- Still probably something tennis-y.

- And what about-- - Okay, Frankie,

I know you miss him, but you can't spend

the next four months in a funk.

- Can you teach me how to un-funk?

- Ooh, let's send him a care package.

- I was unaware that a feeling of concern could be packaged.

- In a gift form it can be, sort of.

Sometimes people send stuff in the mail to other people

that they care about to show them that they miss them.

It's nice.

- And you suggest that doing this will ease

my funky emotions?

- It'll replace a bad feeling with a good one.

We can send him keepsakes, some Sepulveda stuff,

even some food.

Yes, let's gather up everything that reminds you of Cole

and put it in a care package.

Hmm, Frankie?

Are you grabbing me because I remind you of Cole?

- Yes.

- I think I need to explain this care package idea

more thoroughly.

- Hey, come out, NAH vs. YAH.

Debate. Today.

[sighs]

Makayla, take a stack of these to hand out.

Lucia, grab a laptop and fire off e-vites

to everyone from school. - For what?

- You're moderating a debate about androids?

- Yes, between No Androids Here and Yes Androids Here factions.

NAH vs. YAH will hash this out once and for all

and put a stop to the craziness.

- But Tammy, you're the one who started the craziness.

- [scoffs] Um, obvi, Makayla, okay?

That was part of my plan--

Sew discord, then be the hero that steps in and fixes it.

Come on, it looks great on a college application.

And world leaders do it all the time.

- Yeah, the kind of world leaders that make themselves

presidents for life do it all the time.

- Aww, it's the nicest thing you've ever said to me.

Now get to work, those e-vites won't send themselves.

- Fine. I'll pass out the fliers.

- LUCIA: I'll send the e-vites.

- Hello Reyeses, how are you enjoying your accommodations?

- Are you kidding me? Zero stars.

- I concur.

What do you want with us? - CYNTHIA: Not "us," Kingston.

Why would we want a washed-up halfwit with no discernible

skills or talents?

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey.

Cole here is a nationally-ranked tennis player.

- I'm talking about you. - Oh.

- Wait, but why do you want me? - CYNTHIA: Leverage.

We need Frankie Gaines to cooperate with us

and you're the way to make sure she does.

- Cooperate how?

- Project Q.

[sighs]

They're building an android army to take over...everything,

and...Frankie is a prototype.

- What?! - Once you have the android,

you'll release us?

- Hmm, I'm afraid not.

Our android army will be super advanced,

and we can't risk them taking over.

We need humans to remain superior.

And that's where Cole comes in.

- Cole? [laughs] I think you have the wrong boy.

Cole doesn't know the difference between

a transistor and a terabyte.

- Are terabytes those organic chips you get?

- His tech knowledge isn't important.

What matters is his character.

He's brave and selfless.

And his average intelligence makes him

extremely easy to manipulate.

- Manipulate to do what?

- CYNTHIA: To be the prototype for a generation

of human-robotic organisms that will command the androids

and rule the world.

- They wanna make me a robot?

- ♪ Feels like things are gettin' real ♪

♪ Never felt so alive-- never felt so alive ♪

♪ Feels like things are gettin' real ♪

♪ Re-e-eal

♪ Feels like things are gettin' real ♪

- Don't look so glum, Kingston.

You'll be the proud dad of a wonder of modern technology.

- No, no, no. I won't let you hurt him.

Please, just...take me.

I will be your human-robotic organism.

- You? [laughs]

Don't make me laugh.

Ah, not only do you lack character,

but your physical traits leave much to be desired.

- [scoffs]

Please, I am in the best shape of my life.

Tell her, son.

- You did get tired going up a flight of stairs last week.

- Enjoy your remaining time together.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to prep for your surgery.

- Okay, Cole's favorite pre-match cereal bars are in.

But the key to a good care package is variety,

so let's just take some time and grab some things

that remind you of him.

- I've gathered all the items that remind me of Cole Reyes.

- You sure did. Well, let's pick and choose.

Is there pizza in that? - No.

- Okay, well, that's definitely not gonna fit in the box.

Ah...what is this? No. No.

No. No.

Oh, this Sepulveda foam finger is a good one.

- This picture of the three of us is a favorite of Cole Reyes.

- Oh, I'm in it? Aww, that--wait a minute.

My eyes are closed, I look ridiculous.

- That is why it's a favorite.

Cole Reyes always laughs about it.

- Fine, but it's going in under protest.

Alright, you ready to close it up?

- Wait, this is the miniature golf score card

from our first date.

Do you think he'll like it?

- Yeah, I think he's going to love it.

Alright, ah...we can close up the box

and I'll find the NGETS address.

Hmm, that's weird.

The NGETS website doesn't seem to have an address on it.

I found incorporation papers for the NGETS Academy LLC

with an address of 22 Tennis Court.

- Hmm, clever.

'Cause a court is a type of street

and also where you play tennis?

It's a pun.

Alrighty, well, let's overhead to the post office

and drop-shot this off. [chuckles]

More tennis puns. Forget it.

- Auditions today. - TAMMY: Oh, no, I don't know.

- Well, Tammy, you have-- - I know, but--

- Uh oh, Tammy? You should see this.

- What is this? - Looks like a used napkin.

- No, this! I already scheduled my debate

for today right here.

- And I already scheduled my auditions for today.

We're looking for a new Frankenstino

and this is the perfect spot

to find someone to replace Andrew.

- No one cares about your stupid play.

Find somewhere else!

- Namaste. - Oh, spare me the artsy,

hippy-dippy yoga routine.

- What yoga routine? I said "Nah, I'mma stay."

- [growls]

- [chuckles]

- Ah-ah-ah, Beto, Beto, what did I say?

- Oh, hello, Boss.

We weren't expecting you so soon.

Nice to meet you in person.

- It's great to finally connect a head with the face.

Who's this little fellow?

- CYNTHIA: This is Beto.

- Heyo, Beto, do you want some ice cream?

- There's a bug on it. - There is?

- Why don't you show Cynthia the DSN interface?

- Can I wipe my face first?

Never mind, I'm good.

- Sweetie, how about you go wait in Mommy's office?

You can play with the nuclear codes.

- We've tapped into the International Space Agency

control system.

All you have to do is say the word and it's ours.

- And then Sigourney Gaines will be completely at my mercy.

- Oh! That's him. He'll be here any second.

- And only 15 minutes late.

Roll camera. I wanna get his entrance.

- Five, four, three, two, one!

Simone! - Cut.

- We wasted the good surprise on you.

- There he is!

- Whoa, cool it with the high beams, bro.

Who are these people?

- Beau Bradley. Hard-hitting host

and Hollywood heartthrob. Let's chat, shall we?

- Get away from me, weirdo.

- Yeah, it was nice to meet you too, Andrew!

Hey, did we get the shot?

- [nervous laugh]

One second.

Ow.

- [knocking] - Andrew, open up.

- If that machine isn't out here in two minutes,

I'm walking out the door,

and you'll be hearing from our show's attorneys.

- That's it. Andrew!

If you don't open this door, I'm going to count to three,

and then I'm going to knock it down.

One. Two.

Two and a half.

Three!

[yells]

[groans]

- [laughing]

- I'm not your dancing monkey.

- Is that what you think? You've got it all wrong.

This is all part of our marketing blitz.

- Your marketing blitz.

All you care about is that stupid science prize.

This has nothing to do with me.

- Andrew, this has everything to do with you,

don't you get it? I'm trying to protect you

by showing the world how talented you are.

I want you to sing your song on TV.

- Fine, but I'm not doing it alone.

We're doing a duet.

- DR. PETERS: Andrew, I'm flattered,

but I haven't sung since glee club.

- Huh? - Then again,

I could warm up the old ♪ pipes

- No, not with you, with Simone.

- Absolutely not.

These television people want you, and they're upset as it is.

Let's just give them what they want...please?

I'm begging you.

- Okay, let's do it.

- Oh, thank you. Thank you.

- [doorbell rings]

- Why has our care package been delivered back to us?

Is this normal postal service practice?

- Not usually.

And somebody opened it.

But all that's missing are Cole's cereal bars.

- Is there a meaning of the phrase,

"Undeliverable, address not found"

that I'm unaware off?

- Uh-uh. That is so weird.

I'm positive I copied the address right.

Why would it be undeliverable?

- Makayla, you're late. Again.

- Normally I'd give you the "My bad" line,

but this time it wasn't.

I had to fight through a huge line out front

just to get in here.

- Ooh, with those kind of numbers I might find

a new Frankenstino and an understudy for my understudy.

- Maybe I was wrong, maybe people do care

about your stupid play.

Hey.

Thanks for coming.

Or, maybe they just want free stuff.

If every one would find a seat, we'll begin the debate

right after a round of smoothies, on me.

- [applause] - [cheering]

- Okay, so, good news. According to Mappy Chappy,

22 Tennis Court definitely exists.

But it can't plot a route.

It's like it's in the middle of nowhere or something.

- I will use my GPS data to locate 22 Tennis Court.

NGETS with a silent G does not appear to be optimized

for preparing the next generation

of elite tennis stars.

Do you think Cole Reyes is okay?

- He's fine, it's probably just a small mixup.

I hope.

- I regret everything I've...

I feel sick to my stomach.

Here, this food is wasted on me.

[sighs]

- Wait, wait, maybe it's not. - Hmm?

[yelps] What are you doing?

- Come on, throw something at me.

- I will not--Oh, oh, really?

- COLE: Yeah. Yeah. - It's on.

Okay, whoa, whoa. - Come on.

This...means--augh!

- Hey! Break it up! Come here!

[struggling]

- That's enough! We'll be back

with a mop and broom so you two can clean up this mess.

- [laughs]

Mm. - Good?

- Not bad.

- Hey, Dad? We need to talk.

Okay, just look around

and see if you can find anything NGETS-related.

I'll find out if my dad knows anything.

Dad? Are you home?

Hello?

That's weird.

- It's okay, Dayton Reyes. From what I've read,

all humans go through an awkward phase.

- Hey, give me that!

I was trying to find myself!

[sighs]

No, I'm talking about this.

My dad would never go on a business trip

without his briefcase.

Something is definitely wrong.

What'd you find?

- I've scanned the rosters for every college tennis team.

- And?

- Not one player attended the NGETS Academy.

- And I rest my case.

- [cheering] - [applause]

- This was a waste of time.

- Do you know what this is? The past.

This smoothie was supposed to be a berry blast,

but it's not. It's mango madness.

- [gasping]

- [gasping]

- [whispering] What are we gasping about?

- Not sure.

- RACHEL: Now, this incorrect order

is obviously the fault of the waiter,

but who can blame him?

He's overworked, underpaid, and unmotivated.

An android would never have any of those problems.

Androids are the future,

where man and machine walk together

in smoothie harmony.

- [cheering] - [applause]

- Look, Andrew's on TV. Turn it up!

- Now, Andy.

Mind if I call you Andy?

- [robotic voice] I am Andrew 3000.

- Well, hello there, Andy 3K.

- [robotic voice] Do not touch Andrew 3000.

- [nervous laugh]

Alright, Andrew, that's enough.

- [phone vibrating]

- Uh oh.

Uh, Frankie, you better see this.

- [robotic voice] Would you like to see me dance?

- Why not?

It can't be any lamer than this interview.

- Andrew, stop it.

- Well, that about wraps it up from Rancho de la Playa

where I'm now gonna call our very aggressive lawyer.

- DR. PETERS: Wait! Wait.

Fine. You win.

- [scoffs] What next?

Is this gonna be like those singing robotic bears

at the theme park?

- Ah, not exactly.

- ♪

♪ Heads I win, tails again

♪ Doesn't really matter who wins in the end ♪

- ♪ Let's begin, start again ♪

♪ All that really matters is we could be friends ♪

- ANDREW AND SIMONE: ♪ Oh-ooh-oh-ooh-oh

♪ And everybody gotta talk like that ♪

♪ Oh-ooh-oh-ooh-oh

♪ Someday they'll know

♪ Maybe it's the way my heart beats ♪

♪ Maybe it's the way that you are ♪

♪ When we're walking down a two-way street ♪

♪ Will we see eye to eye

♪ Maybe if the world took a chance ♪

♪ There's another way we could be ♪

♪ Maybe somebody's got the answer ♪

♪ Maybe it's you and me

- [cheering] - [applause]

- They're really good.

- [applause]

- Absolutely stunning.

How did you learn to sing like that?

- I don't know, I...took the code I was given

and found ways to tweak it to do things

it wasn't written for.

I guess it's kind of like creativity in a human.

- DR. PETERS: Oh, horse hockey.

I programmed him for music.

They're so talented because I'm so talented.

I am the reason for all of this.

Me. Me, me, me, me, me!

- Whoa, slow down, Doc.

Now, I can see why you would take credit for Andrew,

but what about the girl?

How can you take credit for her talent?

- That's not a girl!

She's an android!

She was programmed from the exact code as Andrew.

- [gasps]

- Simone, is this true?

Are you really an android?

Simone, the world wants to know,

are you or are you not an android?

- Yes. I am an android.

- GIRL: Yeah! - [cheering]

- First they come for our jobs, now they want our music.

- Okay, everyone just stay calm, okay?

Let's resume the debate in an orderly fashion.

- If we couldn't tell she was an android,

how are we gonna be able to tell who else is one?

They should have to wear signs?

- Why? So you can discriminate against them?

- NAH! - NAH! NAH! NAH!

- YAH! YAH! YAH! YAH! - NAH! NAH! NAH! NAH!

- That's our show, folks.

Be sure to tune in next week for my exclusive report

on toll collectors of the New Jersey Turnpike.

- I must go, Dayton Reyes. - Now?! You can't go!

Simone just outed herself as an android on national TV

and we still don't know where Cole or my dad are.

Frankie, wait!

Great.

It's not my day.

- Cole Reyes's acceptance letter to NGETS.

- This logo looks really familiar.

- [beep]

- What the--

- Go, go!

- The service here is worse than your apartment.

- [sighs]

- Okay! Okay, okay, we got a signal, who to call?

- Ah, I know, I have contacts at National Security,

some really higher-ups.

- Okay, perfect.

What's the number?

- Oh, uh, okay, the contact's on my phone and--oh.

Ugh!

What?

Nobody ever remembers phone numbers anymore.

- I'm calling Dayton. Unlike you, I actually remember

the numbers of people important in my life.

- Oh, please, I remember my own daughter's phone number.

- Is it 0974 or 0947? - Is there an 8?

I-- - Never mind, I remember.

- [sighs]

- [phone ringing]

- Hello? - Day!

- Phone!

- What? No. No. - [struggling]

- Hello?

Hey, is anybody there?

- [phone ringing]

- DAYTON: Hey, I just got the weirdest call

from an unknown number. And I have a bad feeling

it has something to do with Cole and my dad.

- It sounds like it may have been a mistakenly placed call.

That is not unusual.

It is estimated that 30% of 911 calls

are actually butt-dials.

We will investigate your bad feeling

and this possible butt-dial.

But right now, I must speak with Mom.

- Okay, well, just call me back when you can.

- Frankie? - Dad?

- Can I please go to the bathroom?

- No, your mother's gonna call any second,

and I don't want anyone touching anything.

Frankie, no!

- Dad's afraid every appliance in the house

will weaken our WiFi.

- [beeping] - It's her.

- SIGOURNEY: Will, is that you? - Sig, it's me!

I'm here with Jenny and Frankie. Look, I've been trying

to figure out how to break this to you

so I'm just gonna say it. We need your help!

- No one can help you. - [gasps]

How did you get into space?

What did you do with Sigourney?!

- I'm not in space, you dunce.

And I haven't done anything with her, she's fine.

See for yourself. - [beeping]

- JENNY: Mom?

What are you gonna do to her?

- Well, that's up to Frankie.

WARPA has taken control of the space station.

But don't worry, I wouldn't do anything

to harm my friend Sigourney,

as long as Frankie surrenders herself to us.

- And if she doesn't?

- CYNTHIA: Oh, it's quite simple.

I send the space station and everyone else on it hurtling

into deep space forever.

Oh, and Frankie, you might also be interested

to know we have your friend, Cole.

- Dayton Reyes was right.

- CYNTHIA: If you ever want to see your mother or Cole again,

you'll do as you're told.

The clock is ticking, Frankie.

Their lives are in your hands.

- [beeping]

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