All language subtitles for i.am.frankie.s01e03.I am.. a Rom-Com Fan.eng

- What are you?

- I am Frankie.

- I know that.

Is, uh... is Frankie a human?

Do not lie.

- Come on, Frankie,
tell me the truth.

Do not reveal
android status.

- No, Dayton Reyes,
Frankie is not a human.

Frankie is an android.

- Like... a robot?

- Yes, an android is a robot
that resembles a human.

- Wow.

That explains so much.

You're quirkiness, the way
you always use my last name.

- Goodbye, Dayton Reyes.

- See, there it is.

Wait, where are you going?

You just told me
you were an android.

That's like the biggest
mike drop of all time.

- Mom instructed me to never
reveal my android status.

It is too dangerous.

Violating the command
requires us to move away.

This is goodbye forever,
Dayton Reyes.

It was nice being your friend.

- No, no, Frankie.

Wait, okay.

You can't leave.

We're just getting
to know each other.

Plus, I like you.

- I like you, too.

- So what do you say
we keep this our little secret?

- I'm sorry.

I'm programmed
to tell the truth.

- You wouldn't be
not telling the truth.

You would just be keeping
a secret between friends.

It's not the same as a lie.

- That's correct.

So now that we have
a solution, what do we do?

- Great question.

What do you do when you find out
your friend is an android?

- I can do a search
for what friends do.

- According
to my search results,

best friends blow up
each other's phones 24/7.

- Now please step away
from your phone.

- Oh, no!
That's just a saying.

That's like, "Hey,
hit up my phone."

- Okay.
- Oooh.

Music.

Can you play music?

- Absolutely amazing.

- Come on, follow my lead.

- Five, three, five,
eight, seven, eight?

- What was that noise?

- The incorrect buzzer
on my phone.

- Ugh, this is no use.

I've been trying to memorize pi
to 100 digits all day,

and I can't.
- Frankie did it.

- I know Frankie did it,
but how?

- Photographic memory?

- Unlikely.

A true photographic memory
is extremely uncommon in teens.

It's even rarer than nomophobia.

- You mean FOMO.
- No.

FOMO is fear of missing out.

Nomophobia is fear of not having
service on your phone.

- I think someone was feeding
her answers through an earpiece.

- Possible.

But unlikely.

- All we have to do is catch her
using the earpiece.

- This sounds like
one of your annoying schemes.

- It's not annoying.

It's clever.

- Okay, first, we spread a rumor
about an outbreak

of brain-eating earwigs.

Then we form a service group
to perform ear examinations.

We look in Frankie's ears,
and, bam, we find the earpiece.

- Sounds disgusting.

- But it would look great
on our college applications.

- We could even call ourselves
VISE:

voluntary inspectors
of Sepulvata's Ears.

- One problem.

Brain-eating earwigs
aren't a real thing.

- No one else knows that.

We have the three highest IQs
at Sepulvata High.

People will believe
anything we say.

- I must say, your dedication
is inspiring.

I mean, you're willing to do
something so gross

as to look inside
everyone's ears?

- Actually...

- No way.

Your disgusting plan,
your participation is required.

- Okay, I would,
but I have to tutor Cole.

- So?
- Fine.

Makayla's out of VISE.

It's just you and me, Lucia.

- Hold on.
I didn't say I was out.

I think I have nomophobia.

- You mean FOMO.
- Exactly.

- Ow.

How are you not tired?

- I come equipped

with a 90-kilowatt hour
lithium ion battery.

- How 'bout we do something
a little less tiring?

Like watch a movie?

No way.

Do you have wireless connection?
- Of course.

I have Wi-Fi, Bluetooth,
NFC capabilities,

and an application that
allows me to talk backwards.

- Sorry, I meant the movie
"Wireless Connection."

It's a romantic comedy
about two people

who accidently swap phones
on a city bus,

and then fall in love
with each other.

- Romantic comedy?

- Yeah, or rom-com.

Oh, I'll get the lights.

No need.

- Well, it looks like
you haven't been scared off

the premises yet.

A vast improvement from
the last time you were there.

- Apologies for not searching
during my previous visit, sir.

I was alone, and it would have
been difficult,

being I was designed
with no hands.

- Whose fault is that?

- Well, I was designed by...
- Don't... don't answer that.

- Uh-oh, someone is here.

- Yes, I know.

I sent over a little something
I think will help.

- Sir, is this
entirely necessary?

- The Warfa people
are losing their patience.

I need to give them
an android now.

Time is of the essence.

Delicate searching
is no longer an option.

I want you to tear apart
everything in that house.

And I mean everything.

You can laugh, too, Frankie.

- I can laugh, Dayton.

However, I cannot cry.

Saline corrodes metal.

- I meant at the movie.

See, the heart of a rom-com
is love.

But it's done in a funny way.

- Love is funny?

- Love can be funny.

And when something's funny,
we laugh.

- Take Meg, the main character
in the movie.

She is about to bump into Dean,
her crush,

and spill her drink
all over him.

- Ay yes, slapstick humor.

- You don't have to watch me.

You can watch the movie.

- You'll get it... eventually.

- What's up?

What you playing?

I'm just gonna go borrow
your car, is that cool?

- Stop!
- Finally!

- Make sure to fill it up
with gas on the way home.

- Dad!

- I'm sorry, this game
is just so intense.

- That's your high score?

Week sauce, Dad.
- You think you can do better?

- You wouldn't stand a virtual
chance against the likes of me.

- Oh, you are on.

Here, let me just switch it
to multiplayer mode.

And, boom.

- What's happening?

Why is it frozen?

- It's buffering.

It can't handle
the multiplayer graphics.

- Well, it can't
be the wireless.

Your mother insisted on having
the top-of-the-line connection.

- It must be your laptop.

That thing is like
a zillion years old.

- Hey!

This laptop and I have
been through a lot together.

It's my most reliable friend.

- If only we had
a faster laptop.

- Alright, let's get gaming
before mom gets home

and gives us the "This laptop
is strictly

for Frankie-related use only"
speech.

- Jenny, Frankie
is part of our family.

- I guess.

Are we going to do this or what?

- Alright.

We'll play for 15 minutes,
and that's it.

- One game, fifteen minutes,
deal.

The sweet sound of access
to Sigourney's laptop.

Let's see what the brilliant
mind of Dr. Gaines is up to.

- Videogames?

- So Dean has
the love emotion for Meg,

and Meg also has
the love emotion for Dean?

- Yes, but people
don't say the love emotion.

They just say love or like.

- So Meg loves Dean
because he's a super hottie?

- Yes.

But also because he's nice,
and they have things in common,

and they make each other
feel special.

- Hi, Cole Ess, Bryon Patrick.

- Bryon, I can't see too well.

Is that... is that Frankie Gaines?

- Perhaps you
have a stigmatism.

It's a fairly common
imperfection

on the curvature of your cornea.

- Right.

- Hey, Dayton, what's good?

- Frankie and I just watched
"Wireless Connection."

- I've never see it.

- Really?
We should watch it sometime.

I mean... not...

All of us should,
not just me and you.

That... that would be weird.

- Yeah, weird.

But I'd love to watch it
sometime with you.

- There you are.

Did you forget about
our tutoring session?

Why do you look so tense?

- He's flexing.

- I am not flexing.

Tammy's tutoring me in algebra.

I guess you could say
me plus Tammy

equals a better math grade.

- Okay, come on, Cole,
let's get out of here.

- Cole so likes you.

I can tell
because he was flexing.

- Flexing?

- He only flexes
when he gets nervous.

And he only gets nervous
when he's around a crush.

Or when he has a big match.

He's on the varsity tennis team.

- I like Cole.

- Wait, you do?

- Well, I don't feel emotions
the way a human does.

But I'm programmed
to simulate them

via multilayer endocrine-like
neuro network.

I like Cole, I like you,
I like Jenny.

I'm not sure about Tammy.

- I like you, too.

But Cole like likes you.

- Does saying the same word
twice change the meaning?

- Oh, how do I explain this?

Um, do you remember the movie
how Dean would get butterflies

and stutter around Meg?

That's like like.

- I don't remember
any butterflies.

- It's an expression.

It's a reaction to someone.

A warm, fuzzy feeling.

- It is powerful
electrical misfiring

in my chest cavity butterflies?
- Sure, why not.

- It could be a bug in my code.

But it only happens
when I see Cole.

- I feel the same way around
Byron, because I like like him.

I just wish I could find out
if he felt the same.

- You can. By populating
his various online accounts,

I can find out
lots of information.

Shall I begin?
- Yes! I mean, no.

I mean, you shouldn't.
Should you?

- I've already done so.

Would you like
to hear the results?

- So if X is 2 and Y is 6,
and we're solving for Z,

then 2 times X plus Y

would make Z 10?

Tammy?

- Hey, if you had to post
one of these,

which one would it be?

Because, see, I like
my hair in this one.

But the look of frustration
on your face in this one

is very artsy.

- Should we really
be studying here?

There's so many distractions.

- Cole, this is
all part of your training.

You need to learn
to tune out distractions

and focus on me, and me alone.

- You mean math.

- Right, math.

That was also part
of your training.

Good job, you passed.

- Uh, thanks.

- Frankie Gaines,
I present to you

the one, the only The Garage.

So I've been thinking about it

and, um, what did you
find out about Bryon?

- I found many patterns.

One of note is the amount
of times you looked up Bryon

on social media.
- What?

You can see that?
Can he see that?

- Of course.

- Oh no, no, no, this is
a social disaster.

If he knows
that I'm up on his page,

he's gonna think I like him.

- But you do like him.

You said you like like him.

- But I don't want him
to know I like like him.

- The algorithm
is very complicated,

so it's unlikely he knows.

- Okay.

So... if you can see
how many times

I've looked at his profile,

can you see how many times
he's looked at my profile?

- Yes.

But without a comparable metric,
it does not prove much.

- Well, I know Bryon
loves bass guitar and brownies.

Check how many times he's looked
at music sites and pastry blogs.

- He's viewed your profile
more than

all of those websites combined.

However, he has viewed
your profile fewer times

than a moving picture
of a fainting goat.

- Ah yes,
the fainting goat gif.

- Real popular and real funny.
- Over here, people.

- What's going on over there?

- Everyone,

please line up in an orderly
fashion for ear checks.

The rumors are true,
there is in fact an outbreak

of brain-eating earwigs
at Sepulvata High.

- Oh, no pushing.

We're happy to check
everyone's ears.

Whoa. Ever hear of a washcloth?

Next!

- Hold on, what is this?

- Is that... an earring?

- Oh, wow, I've been
looking for this.

Thank you.

- Oh, Dayton, Frankie,
we need to check your ears.

- No thanks, we're good.

- Hey, I was next.

- You're fine, get lost.

- What if you're
not good, Dayton?

What if an earwig is dying
in your cerebral cortex

as we speak?

- Although it is a popular myth,
there have not been

any documented cases of earwigs

inhabiting human ears
and eating brains.

- It's not just earwigs.

We can detect any kind of bugs
hiding in there,

including but not limited to
cockroaches, moths.

- And waxy buildup.

- Thanks, but no thanks.

We are bug and wax free.

- Actually, that's not true.

I've had bugs before.
- You have?

- My mom just got rid of one
she found this morning.

- Oh, no, Frankie...

- Now we have to check
your ears.

Not just for your own safety,
but for the safety of everyone.

- Hey.

Where are you going?

We only got through
two problems.

- If you were better at algebra,
you'd get through them faster.

- You're supposed to help me get
through all of this homework.

- There. All done.

- You find something?
- Yes.

- I knew it.

This proves that she's nothing...

- She's got the cleanest ears
I've ever seen.

What?

- She's squeaky clean.

What do you use
to keep your ears so fresh?

Is it mineral oil?

I tried that once,
but it gave me swimmer's ear.

- My mom uses a precision
nano-vac MV60 on them.

- A vacuum cleaner?

That's your secret?

- Oh that's not a secret.

Dayton and I have a secret.

- What kind of secret?

- Alrighty, we should
really be going.

Have fun with your earwigs
and stuff. Peace!

- Tammy is right.

That girl is definitely
hiding something.

- VISE is closed.

- Go home.

Next.

- You can't hang, Dad,
just quit.

- I can't hang, huh?
What do you call that?

- I call that
kicking your butt.

- What did you do?

- Nothing. I just beat you.

- No, no, no, no,
what's happening?

- It's the dreaded
blue screen of death.

- Is it bad?

- No, they call it
the blue screen of death

'cause it's a good thing.

I'm home.

- I think
it's the Saskatoon Virus.

- Virus?

How did we get a virus
in 15 minutes?

- We've been playing
for two hours!

- Oh guys, what are you
doing in here?

- Nothing.
Absolutely nothing.

- Okay.

Well, I'm gonna go start dinner.

- Alright, here's the plan.

I'm gonna distract her
by helping her with dinner.

You fix this thing.

- I don't know
how to fix this thing.

- Well, figure it out.

Otherwise, it'll mean
the blue screen of death

for both of us.

- This is unbelievable.

It's a virtual treasure trove
of information to steal.

With Sigourney's technology
on top of mine,

my android will blow
that Frankie out of the water.

I'll be a shoe-in for
the greatest prize in robotics.

The Robel!

Nothing can stop me now!

Except that.

Oh no, this can't be.

- I've lost everything.

- Hi, Mom. Hi, Dad.

Guess what happened today?

I watched a rom-com.

That's short
for romantic comedy.

Comedy is funny,
I should laugh at it.

Did you know love
could be funny?

Cole is funny.

He also flexes a lot.

Did you...
- Whoa.

Slow down.

- Hi, Mom.

Hi, Dad.

- Frankie, I'd love
to hear all about it,

but I need to update your files.

Let's get you plugged
into my laptop,

you can tell me all about it.
- No!

I mean, I'd like to hear
all about it, too, Frankie.

And... the slower the better.

- Are you feeling okay?

- Yeah.

I'm just nervous
about the cooking.

- You're monitoring
a pot of water

and waiting for it to boil.

- Yeah, but how will
you know when it's done?

- When it starts to boil.

- I'll be right back.

- Abort.

Abort!

- Were you just on my laptop?

'Cause I think you know
it's off-limits.

- I wasn't.

I was just, uh... cleaning it.

You know what they say?

A clean lab is a happy lab.

- Who says that again?

- Scientists.

Lots of scientists.

- Yeah, thanks, sweetie.

Let me just grab this,
and I'll get out of your way.

- Mommy, don't...

- Yeah, no, it's... clean... it's
clean, sweetie.

- Did you get rid of it?

No!

- What has gotten into you two?

- You can't connect
Frankie to that laptop.

- And why not?

- Because... it has a virus.

I learned that today also.

- How did this happen?

- That's what
I would like to know.

- Dad!

- Fine.

We were gaming on my laptop,
and it was so slow,

and Jenny said
she could kick my butt.

So I had
to prove her wrong, and...

- We used yours instead.

- Do you two have any idea
the damage

that you could have done?

And not only does this support

Frankie's
whole operating system,

but if I'd plugged her in
and she got that virus and...

- Honey, we never
would have let that happen.

- Yeah, Mom.

Frankie is family.

- Oh, look out!
- Ohhh!

- If you're asking me to hold
onto that, no hands, remember?

- Just scan the document, PEGS1.

- Oh right, I can do that.

- Good news, sir.

- Yes. Yes, I knew
we'd find something.

- I was able to eliminate
300,000 possible explanations

for these numbers.

Only 4,757,631,000
possibilities to go.

- Well, just keep processing.

I... I have a hunch
that is going to lead us

right to that android.

- Shall we call off the dogs?

- No! No, no, no,
keep searching double time.

Leave nothing untouched.

Oh, and get the document back
to the lab for further analysis.

PEGS1, move!

I need that android.

Ah!

- Where the heck have you two
been all morning?

I've been looking
all over school.

- Allergy Alliance?

- We got busted by
the school nurse for returning

those ear scopes we borrowed.

Let's just say
she wasn't too happy

about us taking them
without asking.

I blame you.
- Me?

How was this my fault?

I didn't tell you to get busted.

Anyways, I have a new plan.

- Oh no, I don't wanna be
part of any more Tammy Plans.

- Oh, you gave them a name?

- Come on, Makayla,
what about Frankie's secret?

- Secret? What secret?

- When we were
fake checking for earwigs,

Frankie said she and Dayton
had a secret.

- Fine.

What's the plan?

- We're gonna
bust her... with this.

A scanning device
that will detect

electromagnetic radiation.

You know, the kind put out by...

- A hidden computer.

- Or a radio-transmitting
earpiece.

- Exactly.

If Frankie Gaines
is hiding anything anywhere,

I will find it.

Corrected & Synced by Bakugan