All language subtitles for I Am Frankie s01e05 My Enemys Friend.eng

So, care to
explain yourself?

I... I...

- Would you turn
that thing off.

Why don't you leave
Frankie alone?

She never did
anything to you.

- She threatened
my math supremacy.

What's the world
gonna think?

The world?

Try Mr. Manhart
and the nine kids in AP math.

- The only way
she could have beaten me

is by cheating with
a hidden radio transmitter.

Give it up, cheater.
Where is it?

- Is that true?
Did you cheat?

Do you have some
kind of transmitter?

Yes.

Ohhhh...

- Of course, it's true.
- Oooh...

- Not about cheating... about
having a radio transmitter.

I have one, too.
We all do.

Look!

Ohhhh...

- Wait, why is
it doing that?

- Cell phones give off
radio frequency...

- ...frequency
radiation.

I forgot about that one.

But that doesn't change
the fact that she's a cheater.

I know she is.
Nobody's that good.

In Gdansk, Poland today,

a shipyard reported major
damage when a teenaged girl

commandeered
a construction crane

into several buildings and...

- Do you think
this involves us?

- It fits their pattern.

I'm late!

- Well, have a great day.

I love you!

I will
have a great day, too.

Thanks!

- Good morning, parents.
- Good morning, Frankie.

At least one of our
kids acts like a human.

- Frankie,
I'm worried about...

- Worrying causes wrinkles
on humans' foreheads.

There are currently 747,000
anti-wrinkle creams

being sold on-line.

Some ancient Chinese cultures
believe this helps.

- Oh...

No, I'm worried about
this Tammy girl

you told me about
last night.

- Why?

- Going around school
with an RF scanner?

- Is that not a normal
human action?

- No, which is why
I need you to be extra...

Who could that be?

- It is Dayton Reyes.

We arranged to meet
and walk to school together.

- Oh, come on in.
- Hey, Frankie.

Hi, uh,
Mr. and Mrs. Gaines.

I mean, Doctor.
Do you go by "Doctor"?

Or PhD? BSEE? MSEE? PhDE?

Doctor is fine.

- Dayton Reyes
is my BFF.

That is an acronym
for Best Friend Forever.

My BFF and I are going
to school now.

- Oh.

- Have good day, Frankie.

- Thanks. You, too.

- Bye. Nice to meet you.

- Uh-oh, what's wrong?

- I don't know if I've thought
this whole school thing through.

I didn't think about Frankie
having a best friend.

- I think it's great.
What could be wrong with that?

- How is she going
to keep her secret?

My best friend in high school
knew everything about me.

Why do you walk so fast?

The bell for first
period won't ring

for another nine minutes
and 34 seconds.

- I wanna be early.

I'm hoping to bump into
Byron before class,

you know, casually,
but on purpose.

- No, I'm not familiar
with this action.

I will have to observe it
and save it to my hard drive.

- Good morning, ladies.
What's new?

- Stock prices fell
in early morning trading

due to weakness
in global demand.

- Oh, yeah.

I'm so sorry!

Hey, you, Hawk!
Get her for me!

I can't believe this.

I'm gonna go try
to wash this out.

I'll talk to you later.

- It's already
got 500 likes,

and there are only
350 students at this school.

It could go viral.

- What could go viral?

- This GIF of you...

- It's kittens
surfing on a shark.

- I love kitten GIFs.
Can I see?

- Uh, sure.
Oh... no.

Battery died. Sorry.

- Too bad. I thought
it might take my mind

off the nightmare
at The Garage.

I've got to make
things right.

- You're gonna
apologize to Frankie.

- What? No way.

- Your obsession with
her is becoming unhealthy.

- What? Who says?
- Lucia.

She's crazy.

- Something's not right
about that Frankie,

and I'm gonna get
to the bottom of it.

- Hi, Cole. Having
a tutoring session

after fifth period?
- Nope.

- What? Why are you
acting this way?

- I should ask you
the same thing.

- What am I doing?
- To me, nothing.

But what about
to Frankie?

She never did anything to you
except win a stupid math bee.

- Well, it's not
my fault. It's...

- ketosis.
- Ke-whatsis?

- Ketosis...
It's what happens

when you don't eat
carbohydrates.

It can make you
temporarily insane.

- You're making
that up.

- No, it's totally real.

I can send you
the literature.

- You don't have
to convince me.

But you ought to
at least apologize.

I'm sorry.

- Not to me.
To Frankie.

- I'm so about to
do that right now.

- Okay. Good.

You know, you two
have a lot in common.

You're both super-smart.

Why don't you try
being friends with her?

Awesome idea.

You know, we just got
off on the wrong foot.

We need to make
a fresh start.

- Well, I'm glad
to hear it.

Gotta go to class.

- Now you're going to
make friends with her?

- Try to keep up, Makayla.

It's like they say,

keep your friends close
and your enemies closer.

This will solve everything.

I'm so glad
I thought of it.

- You didn't. Cole did.

She's crazy.

- Hi, Dayton Reyes.

You are wearing
a raincoat,

but the weather forecast called
for continued clear skies.

- I borrowed it
from the Lost & Found.

It's all I could find.

It belonged to a football
player, or something.

- Please turn to Chapter 6
in your textbooks.

- It's ruined.

- It needs to be treated
with perchloroethylene,

also known as
dry cleaning fluid.

It's an effective
stain remover...

Although highly toxic.

It has to be handled
with extreme care.

- Great. But I don't think
we're gonna find any

pethorlac... whatever,
in school.

- It's doubtful, but it wouldn't
be difficult to catalyze.

- Really? You know
how to do that?

You're the best,
Frankie Gaines.

- You're the best,
Dayton Reyes.

- I have fifth period free.
- So do I.

- I have fifth
period free, too.

But this period
we all have class.

- Uh-oh, Tammy's only happy
when she's doing something mean.

Be careful around her.

Definitely keep her
at arm's length.

- Noted.

I have to go to Latin.

I'll meet you in the chem
lab, fifth period.

- I sent a reminder to my
precision time protocol adapter.

Did you?
- I'll probably just remember.

- Oh, Cole,
may I have a moment?

- Hi, Ms. Hough.

I know you're probably
mad about my math grade.

- Oh, I'm not mad,
but I am concerned.

There just doesn't seem
to be much improvement.

Have you been having
your tutoring sessions?

- They're not really helping.
Oh, but I'll keep trying.

- You know, sometimes students
and tutors just don't click.

It's like two
of my cats...

Hairball Potter
and Permoine Granger.

They should be
best friends,

but they just
don't get along.

Wait, what was my point?

Oh, right, maybe
we should try someone else.

Mr. Manhart tells me

that Frankie Gaines
is strong in math.

Do you know her?
- We've met.

- Let me talk to her,

see if she'd
be willing to tutor you.

Hopefully, you'll get along
like my twin Abyssinians.

- How many cats do
you have, Ms. Hough?

Ms. Hough, are you okay?

- Hang on.
I'm just counting.

- Can I talk to
you in private?

Ohhhh...

- Just a quick chat.

What are you doing?

- Keeping you
at arm's length.

- Oh... look, I'm really
sorry about yesterday.

I was totally out of line.

Your math skills
are so amazing.

You know, we're like
the school's math masters...

Number one, number two.

- Since I defeated
you in the math bee,

it would be number one
and number two.

- Right.

Like I said,
you're so amazing at math.

I hope we can just
put this behind us

and be friends.

- I'm confused,
Tammy Gilroy.

Your friendship
proposal contradicts

over 70 negative mentions of me
in your super-secret eDiary.

- Yeah, you know, we just
got off on the wrong foot.

When you make a first...

You read my diary?!

- Yes. Not all of it. Only
the sections that mention me.

However, there are very few
sections that didn't.

- Your forehead
is all wrinkled.

You should maybe get
an anti-wrinkle cream for that.

- How did she read
my super-secret eDiary?

- I didn't know you had
a super-secret eDiary.

- 'Cause I was super-good
at keeping it super-secret.

Now Frankie knows
everything.

If she blabs,
my life is over.

- I think you may be
overreacting a tad...

Which can be dangerous.

The 30 Years' War was started
by an overreaction.

- The 30 Years' War is a game
of checkers compared to this.

I wrote terrible things
about everyone in school.

- So, um, what did
you write about us?

- Nothing.

Just that you're smart
and nice and pretty.

- But you just said...

- Oh, look at
that evil smile.

I don't even wanna think about
what she's planning for me.

I've got to get
on her good side.

- There are those
wrinkles again.

- Don't interrupt
her scheming.

Scheme away.

- I kept approximately
80 centimeters

away from Tammy
when she apologized.

- Really?
She apologized?

- She also
contradicted her diary

by saying she wants
to be my friend.

- Don't trust her.

Now what?

- Heat garment
for two minutes.

- Frankie,
now I feel worse.

- Did your skin
come into contact

with the perchloroethylene?

I must get you under
the emergency 100 gallon shower.

- No, I mean about Tammy.

Ever since we read her diary,
something's been eating at me.

I tried to put it
out of my mind, but I can't.

What we did was wrong.

- Wrong in what way?

- A person puts their
most private thoughts

and feelings in a diary,
just for them to see.

Even if Tammy
is a mean jerk,

what we did was just
as mean and jerky,

and I feel terrible
about it.

- Frankie?

Frankie, are you okay?

- Frankie? Frankie?

Come on, Frankie.
Snap out of it.

Is there some kind
of reboot sequence?

Oh, control-alt-delete.

Come on.

Oh!

- What are you doing,
Dayton Reyes?

- Are you okay?

You kind of glitched
out there for a minute.

- Yes, I suffered
a hardware anomaly.

- You sure did.

- I'm not programmed
for emotions.

But evidence suggests

I may have experienced
feelings of guilt.

What should we do?

- Well, I think
we should delete

Tammy's diary
from my phone.

Deleted.

- And we should do
something nice for Tammy.

Do you smell smoke?

Did some of your
wires get fried?

- No. I identify
as oxidizing fabrics.

- I'm sorry, Dayton Reyes.

My precision time protocol
adaptor must have reset.

- It was my fault.

I wasn't paying attention.

My dad gave me this
shirt for my birthday.

- Frankie. Just the person
I was looking for.

- You are just the person

I was looking for,
too, Tammy Gilroy.

- Step into my office.

- The lavatory... also known
as the restroom, water closet,

latrine, commode, outhouse,
john, facilities...

And Tammy's office.

- Uh, yeah.

What do you want?

- What do you want,
Tammy Gilroy?

- I guess you're not gonna
make this easy on me.

How about this?

Do you know what
the Brain Squad is?

- My hypothesis is...

an elite team
of neurosurgeons?

- No, it's Sepulveda High's
competitive academic team.

- Ah, "brain" as
in definition 2.3...

An exceptionally
intelligent person.

- Exactly.
Like you, Frankie.

Out!

As captain, I can put
you on the team.

It's super prestigious,

and you bring eternal
glory to our school.

What do you say?
Would you like that?

- Do you want me to bring
eternal glory to our school?

- Huh?

- I want to do
something nice for you.

- Um... okay.

Yes, I want you to bring
eternal glory to our school,

and just so we're clear,

if we do this,
you won't tell anyone

about what you read
in my diary, right?

- Absolutely not.

I would never do that,
because it is wrong.

- Okay.
We have a deal.

- So?
- I put her on the Brain Squad,

and she agreed to
keep her mouth shut.

- The squad's full.
Did someone leave?

- No. Why?
- According to the rules

of the National Brain
Squad Association,

teams comprise of
five squad members.

Sepulveda's is us, plus Byron
and John. That's five.

Oh, right.

- So, I guess you
need a new plan now.

- One of you's gonna
have to leave the team.

- What?
- Why us?

- Well, I can't ask John
or Byron to leave.

They'll wanna know why.

Don't look at me
like that.

It's only temporary.

So, who's it gonna be?

Not me!

- Well, don't ask
me to choose.

You're my best friends.

- Okay, then I'll
choose for you,

and I choose Makayla.
- Hey!

- I've got it.
We'll have a competition.

Loser gets cut.
Fair and square.

- Um, what's going on?

- Stand up straight, please,
Dayton Reyes.

Turn around, please.

- What are you doing?

- Measuring you in order
to make a new shirt

to replace the one
that was ruined.

- Really?

You can make clothes?

Of course, you can.

You can do anything.

Frankie, you're the best!

But you're crushing
my spine!

- Apologies.

I'm still learning the
appropriate force for hugging.

Three hundred pounds
per square inch...

Too much for hugs.

You have 45 minutes.

Whoever gets the higher
score stays on the team.

Good luck.

But not too much luck,
'cause if one of you bombs,

it'll make this a lot easier.

- Where are you going?

- To find Frankie.

I have the dragon at bay
and now I have to slay it.

- Have you been watching
"Thrones of Destiny" again?

- I mean, I deleted my diary
so no one else can access it.

But Frankie still
has a copy.

I have to find it
and destroy it.

- How do you plan
to accomplish that?

- By infiltrating
the dragon's lair.

Thank you so much
for tutoring me, Frankie.

I was so stoked when Ms. Hough
told me you'd do it.

- I'm happy to
help you, Cole Reyes.

- I hope you don't
think I'm... stupid?

I think I math blockage
in my brain.

- Math blockage?

I'm not familiar with
that neurological condition.

- It's very rare.
I'm the only known case.

But I can be cured through
some good tutoring.

- Then I'll start with
a simple percentage problem.

If you had a pizza
with 12 slices,

and someone took
75 percent of the pizza,

how many slices
do you have left?

- Twelve slices.
- Incorrect.

How about this?
What does the other person have?

- A broken arm.
Nobody takes my pizza.

- This is impossible.

If you can pass this test,

you deserve to be
on the Brain Squad.

- No, this test
is ridiculous.

I know advanced math,
quantum physics,

ancient history,
and six languages.

But I don't know anything
about Danish tax law?

Why should
something so random

determine which one of us
has to leave the team?

Where are you going?

- To tell Tammy she can...

- "Eat your sweatpants,"
in Danish?

- Ja!

- "X" equals 64?
- Sorry, Cole.

That is incorrect.
- I can't do this.

- Simplify the fractions

before you do anything
else to the equation.

- Okay.

"X" equals 4?
- Correct.

- I did it!
You're a miracle worker!

- You solved
the problem, Cole.

I just gave you a tip.

Now try to solve
problem six.

- I was thinking maybe
we could be done.

You know,
go out on a high note.

We should celebrate.

- I think you need
more practice.

- Yeah, you're right.

I'm thirsty.

Solving that last one
really took it out of me.

- Is dehydration a symptom
of math blockage?

- Yeah, it is.

But nothing a little
juice can't fix.

- There you are.
- Hello, Tammy Gilroy.

- This is for you...

Your official
Brain Squad uniform.

- Thank you, Tammy.

- We have so much to go over
to get you up to speed.

Let's get to it.

- Oh, shoot.
Schedule alert.

I have a really important
meeting right now.

Oh, I know, why don't
we go over it at your house?

You know, Friday,
after school?

We could have a sleepover.

- It'll be so fun.

You know, watching movies,
eating snacks...

sharing secrets.

You know, et cetera,
et cetera.

So, what do you say?

- A sleepover
would be enjoyable.

- Will we strike each
other with pillows?

- Why not?
So, we're on?

- I have to ask
mom and dad,

but they seem to
enjoy visitors.

- What are you guys
talking about?

- We're planning
a sleepover at my house

with pillow striking.

- Oh, I love sleepovers!
Can I come?

- Yes.
- No!

- I'll take that as a yes.

- Oh. Hi, Tammy.

Back to work, Frankie?

- Wait.
What's going on?

Back to what work?

- Frankie is tutoring me.

Didn't Ms. Hough
talk to you?

You're off the hook.

- You're not gonna
get away...

I mean, you're not
gonna get a... a way...

to raise Cole's math grade
without his old tests,

you know, so you know
his weaknesses.

I'll get them for you.

Hey! We need to
talk to you about this test.

- What's wrong?

- Cole and Frankie
is what's wrong.

It's fine. I'm fine.

So, finished with
the test?

Who lost?

I did.

- Oh, come on.
- Just deal me a red seven.

- Got it!
- A red seven? Where?

- No. The location.

Are you sure
it's not a volcano?

- Positive.

Mr. Kingston! Mr. Kingston!

- PEGSI, are you sure?

Dispatch the extraction
team, immediately.

- What good
is having a robot,

if she's not gonna do all
the annoying work for us?

- Don't think of
Frankie as a robot.

She's your sister.
It's exciting, right?

- Yeah. More chores,
less attention. Yay!

Now that Tammy
and I are friends,

can I have a sleepover with
her and Dayton on Friday night?

- Yes! A high school
sleepover?

Maybe having a sister
is exciting.

I'm in.

- Uh, Frankie, no.
- Aww...

- It's not okay.

Jenny, Frankie sleeps
in a charging pod,

and if this girl, Tammy,
is already suspicious,

we can't run the risk of
her finding out the truth.

- Hmmm...
- What?

I know that look.

- A sleepover is a pretty
normal teenage thing, Sig.

If this girl, Tammy,
is suspicious,

wouldn't cancelling make
her even more suspicious?

- Dad's logic is sound.

Plus...

I have been practicing
my pillow striking technique.

- Too much force?
- Maybe just a little.

- It'll be okay, Mom.

Everyone can sleep
in the living room,

and I'll be there to make
sure everything is okay.

No one's gonna
find out anything.

- Well...

- All right.
- Yay!

Oh, we have
them now, PEGSI.

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