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- I have to help Andrew LaPierre.

- Wait! - Frankie, no!

- [zapping]

- ♪

- [zapping]

- [thud]

- [gasps]

- She's not moving. We gotta help her!

- We can't.

- There's still another android.

- [zapping]

- You guys should just give yourselves up.

- If you go out there, you could get hurt too!

- [zapping] - DAYTON: [screams]

- Okay, okay, let's think this through.

Uh...two androids are down. Two friends are down!

- One friend. The other not so much.

- Not the time, Cole.

- Then I say we surrender. - I say we hide!

- I say you cover me. - What?

- [zapping]

- ♪

- [grunts]

- [grunting]

- [zapping]

- [grunting]

- ♪

- I've got you, Andrew.

- ♪

- Oh, no. Not on my watch.

Simone!

- [zapping]

- Cole!

- [grunts]

- [whooshing] - [clank]

- Come on, come on.

- [beeping]

[beeping]

- Welcome back.

- DAYTON: We have to get out of here.

- Wait, over there.

Grab Frankie. I got Coleslaw.

- All right, Sig, your turn.

Remember, person, place, or thing.

- Yeah, not photosynthesis. - Right.

- Clock starts...now.

- Squatter. Yoga pose.

- Weightlifter. - Sunrise.

- Oh, [unintelligible]!

Time.

- It was osmosis.

So...easy.

- ♪

- Look, Sig, I know you're worried about Frankie,

but I'm sure she's fine. She's just late.

- I hope.

But even so, it's my last night home for six months

and she's not here.

Maybe I was wrong about her. - What do you mean?

- I was convinced she was developing human emotions,

that she genuinely cared about me.

Maybe I've just been fooling myself.

Well, better get back to the party.

I don't want anyone to worry.

- Where are you, Frankie?

- Is he gonna be okay?

- [beeping]

- He hit the floor hard,

but he's not showing any signs of decline

in his electromagnetic system.

- He doesn't have an electromagnetic system.

- Well, that may be why he's not showing any signs of decline.

Humans must not be affected by EMP weapons.

- Really? 'Cause that blast was strong enough

to knock off his shoe.

- Actually, he took off his shoe to throw it.

- Who throws a shoe?

- Can we talk about this later? Help Frankie!

- What happened?

- I'm not positive, but I think you might've saved me?

- Yeah, that sounds like something he'd do.

- No, it's true.

No one has ever done anything like that for me before.

- How's Frankie?

- I'm back. - Oh, yes!

Come on, we are rocking the game.

- [pounding on door]

- DAYTON: We have to find a way out.

- [pounding on door]

- [beeping]

- There's a structural defect in that wall.

I'm certain I can break through it.

- Perfect, let's do it.

- [pounding on door]

- [clacking]

- Follow me.

- Hey.

I know Frankie's not here and all, but I am, right?

It's gotta count for something.

- Oh, sweetie, more than just something.

You are everything to me.

- Besides, you can't be sad when there's cake.

- [gasps] I love cake.

I'm sorry I'm being so gloomy.

I should really focus on everyone who is here

and not just on--Frankie!

- Game faces. Here comes your mom.

- If she finds out there's potential WARPA danger,

I am certain she will not go to space.

And I cannot be the reason

my mother fails to fulfill a lifelong dream.

- Where have you been? I've been worried sick!

Is that... plaster on your blazer?

- Yup, it is.

She was helping me build sets for our school play.

- What are you wearing?

- Costumes. We had our auditions.

- I've never heard you mention the school play.

And why was your GPS turned off?

Young lady, I'd like to have a look at your memory files.

- Right now?

In the middle of this amazing party?

Look how much fun everyone's having!

- ♪

- Upstairs. Now.

- ♪ Feels like things are gettin' real ♪

♪ Never felt so alive

♪ Felt so alive

♪ Feels like things are gettin' real ♪

♪ Real

♪ Feels like things are gettin' real ♪

- [doorbell rings]

- Hey, girlfriend! - Cynthia!

- All right, Cynthia's here! Let's get this party started!

- Sorry I'm late, Sig.

Someone rerouted the GPS without telling me.

- Cynthia, I thought you said you didn't have kids.

- Ooh, this is getting good.

- No, Sig, this is Beto. You've met him before.

In college?

- You mean-- - Yup!

The android Beto I built junior year.

- He looks so...different.

- Well, I've been modifying him for years.

He's come a long way from being our party scout.

- Okay, now I'm just confused.

Your mom? Parties?

- What's on his face? - Oh, chocolate ice cream.

I recently enlarged his e-stomach, right, kiddo?

- Ice cream before dinner, huh?

- Oh, how could I say no to that face?

- I'm not sure if all your modifications

allow you to remember me, but I'm Sigourney.

- Ooh, cupcakes.

- Oh!

- Take it easy on the food, honey.

You're a guest here.

So, space lady, you ready for the big day?

- Definitely. Ah, what about you?

Ready to take care of Frankie's system maintenance

while I'm away?

- That's why I'm here. Well, that and the shrimp.

- [chuckles] Oh, that reminds me.

I was just about to check Frankie's memory files.

Care to join me?

- Or we stay down here... at your party.

The Sigourney I know would never pass up on a good time.

Do you know what we used to call your old mom in college?

Sparkplug Sig!

'Cause she was always so charged up to have fun.

- Are you sure we're talking about the same person?

- Oh, let me worry about Frankie's files.

That's what I'm here for, right?

I'll have a full report delivered to you

by the end of the night.

- ♪

- Whoa, whoa, whoa!

The red velvets with cream cheese icing are spoken for!

- Hello, funny-looking man. - Funny-looking?

I think you better take it easy there, little buddy.

- I may be little, but I'm stronger than you.

- [laughs]

- Wanna see?

- WILL: I don't think you know who--whoa!

[yells]

- Whoa, cool!

- I... wow, what was in those cupcakes?

[laughs nervously]

- Oh no. He promised me he'd behave!

- Whoa! Aah! Whoa! Aah! Whoa!

- CYNTHIA: [sighs]

This probably isn't the best time to say hi to Will, huh?

- I think we dodged that one.

I don't know how many of these close calls my heart can take.

- I'm fortunate that my power supply is remarkably resilient.

- Your mom's friend really did us a solid, there.

- She did, didn't she? - Well, I should get home.

It's our first night at Dad's new place

and I gotta call dibs on the bigger bedroom.

See ya!

- [video game zapping]

- Hey, this place isn't half bad.

What do you think, Coleslaw?

- I think you two need to get out of here.

Go home or something. - That's not going to happen.

My home was a laboratory in North Ontario.

Have you ever been to North Ontario?

- Is that near the airport? - No, it's in Canada.

And there's nothing for me there.

- Well, you guys cannot stay here.

This is literally our first night here.

And if my dad comes home

to find two androids messing up the place

and using up all of his WiFi, he's gonna flip!

- What do you want me to do? Go back to Dr. Peters?

Yeah, no shot. - Why not?

He obviously wants you back. He helped us break you out.

- Didn't it seem strange to you that those WARPA guards

were waiting in the exact spot we were supposed to escape from?

It's the exact spot Dr. Peters led us to.

- I'm sure there's a logical explanation for that.

- The only one that knew about it was him.

Use your brain, dude. You got played.

I don't know about you,

but I'm not in the business of getting played.

- Uh, speaking of played, I got next.

- [sighs] Rematch?

- If you wanna lose again.

- ♪

- HEAD: Incompetent. Idiotic.

Hearing about it was one thing,

but seeing your ineptness is quite another.

It's almost as if... wait a minute.

Run it back. About five seconds.

Pause it. Now enhance.

- [ding]

- ♪

- Get the senior tech now!

I may have found something we can use.

- ♪

- I recognize that look. That's a proud mommy smile.

- [chuckles]

I am gonna miss them, that's for sure.

- Thanks for letting me work with Frankie.

You know, Beto has really shown me

how important androids can be to us.

I mean, I know people say they're just machines,

blah, blah, blah. But we know that's not true.

They're part of us, part of our lives, and part of our families.

- Well, I couldn't think of a better person for the job.

- See, that surprises me.

I mean, I know we've been friends since college, but...

you know what? Forget it.

- No, what is it?

- Nothing. I just...

I was surprised you didn't ask James Peters, that's all.

- Thank you.

- I never get to hear any of the good gossip.

- James is a bit of a sore subject with me.

Did you know he built his own android in secret?

- No!

- I even have reason to believe he stole my technology to do it.

- Is there a bigger sin in the scientific community?

- I know, right? - Well, did you confront him?

- Oh, I tried, but he's not returning any of calls.

- You think you know someone.

- Oh, you can't trust anyone these days,

even when you've known them for what seems like forever.

- Well, you can trust me, Sig. That, I can promise you.

- ANDREW ON VOICEMAIL: Yeah, this is Andrew.

You know what to do. - [beep]

- I know you escaped. Why aren't you here?

Call me as soon as you get this,

and make sure you do so from a secure line.

Assume all communications are bugged.

Please, Andrew.

- Hello?

What a dump.

Cole, what is going on in here?

- Those two. Those two are going on.

You know, it's true what they say.

You know androids make terrible houseguests.

- Who says that? Why are they even here?

- I couldn't get rid of them. - Cole, Dad is going to flip

if he comes home and finds two rando androids lounging around

and using up all his WiFi.

- That's exactly what I said. We must be related or something.

- Not the time. - Yeah.

Hey, look, did it ever cross your mind

that Dr. Peters might've double crossed us?

- No, no.

He helped steer us through that WARPA maze, okay?

Don't be ridiculous.

- I don't know, Day. Andrew seems to think he did.

I gotta admit, he makes a pretty strong case.

He seems genuinely nervous to go home.

- Hey, Coleslaw, do me a solid

and bring me a pillow when you get back.

This one's a little lumpy.

- You don't need a pillow. Androids don't actually sleep!

- Hey, we still like to be comfy.

- [sighs]

- We have to get rid of them.

We don't even know enough about Dad's WARPA past

to trust him yet.

For all we know, he could call up his WARPA pals,

sells them out, and puts Frankie back in danger.

- Never thought about it like that.

- Okay, okay. Can we give them a hotel room?

A tent? - [car pulling up]

- A car. - I don't know about that one.

Do state driver's license rules still apply to androids?

- No, Cole, a car just pulled up.

Listen-- - [car lock chirps]

- BOTH: Dad's home!

- Oh...what do we do? - Um, hide them!

I'll run outside and distract Dad.

- Okay.

- Hey! - ANDREW: Dude!

- We were watching human wrestling.

- It's just called wrestling, and my dad is home.

And if my dad finds you,

there's a chance you're both going back to WARPA.

Closet, go!

Go, go, go.

- Cole, guess who's home? It's our dad!

- Hey! - Ah!

I must say, I'm not used to receiving such a greeting.

But I kinda--aah!

This place is--is a pigsty!

How on earth did you manage

to create such a mess in, what, an hour?

- It's my fault. - Yup, totally Cole's fault.

- I mean, our fault. - Hey!

- Yeah, definitely our fault.

No one else is here. Oh, those are mine.

Those are mine too. - Son, you're wearing shoes.

- I am. Uh, but these?

These are my dinner shoes.

And, uh, those? Those are my gaming shoes.

And those are my, uh--my "Make a statement" shoes.

- I'm not quite sure how you do things at your mother's,

but we have ample storage space here.

That is why I rented it--well, that, and I got a great deal.

Well, this complex was built on a graveyard.

Something about being haunted? [laughs]

But I, for one, do not believe in--

- [rustling]

- --ghosts.

What was that?

- [stomping feet]

- And what a place it is! Really sturdy.

- So anyway, my point is, if you're not using something,

simply put it into the closet.

- Uh...I've got it! - Hm?

- For practice.

- Oh, yes, please. - DAYTON: Yeah.

- COLE: She's such a a good daughter.

- TOM: You should take a page out of her book.

- COLE: I should, shouldn't I? She's so much better than me.

- Look, Dad. - Hm?

- These past few months have been a whirlwind for us.

I mean, it seems we kinda let our responsibilities slip.

- I--I get it. I do.

Listen, kids, I-- I really appreciate you

understanding this whole situation.

So clean up whenever you want, huh?

No rush.

[laughs]

- You're the best!

- [laughter]

[sighing]

- DAYTON: We have to talk.

- COLE: I can't move in here. - ANDREW: I can't see a thing.

- SIMONE: Everyone, calm down. I've got this.

- ANDREW: Whoa, you have internal illumination?

- SIMONE: No.

- Okay, change of plans.

It's too late to get you guys out of here tonight,

so you're both gonna have to stay for a little bit.

- ANDREW: Yeah, I don't know.

I'm not sure I feel safe at a home

where people throw shoes at me.

- Oh, relax. They're a size five.

It couldn't hurt that much. - That's not the only issue.

Neither of us have charging pods.

If our batteries die, you'll be carrying us around.

- At least we won't have to hear you complain!

- If I could turn around right now!

- Listen, is there something we can use in the house?

Like a--a--a phone charger? Laptop?

- Laptop could work.

But it'll take an extremely long time to get a full charge.

- [knocking]

- TOM: Dayton, honey, are you in there?

- Uh...be right out!

- TOM: What are you doing in the closet?

- Just organizing my sweaters. You know what they say, Dad.

Cable knits before cardigans before cashmere!

- TOM: Whatever. I'm going to bed.

- All right, here's the plan.

Andrew, you bunk with Cole in his room.

Simone, you're with me.

Good, now let's get out of here. I'm getting claustrophobic.

- Oh, there's one thing I should mention,

seeing as we'll be sharing a room.

Don't be alarmed if you find me sleep mode walking.

- [chortles] - Sleep mode walking?

- It's pretty much just android sleepwalking.

- Oh, can't be worse that Cole's snoring.

- [chuckles] Of course he's a snorer.

- I'd push you so hard if I could just--

- Shh, stop it!

- ♪

- You go ahead.

- CYNTHIA: I have to say, Frankie,

I really like what you've done with this room.

It's so sophisticated and chic. - I did not decorate my room.

Mom did. It's also her lab.

- Well, do you like it?

- I do, though I prefer a bit more color.

- Samesies. You know, your room

should really be a reflection of yourself.

Maybe one day, you and I can do some redecorating.

- I would like that very much.

- All set in here?

I'll be back in after I say good night to Jenny.

Feel free to start on Frankie's memory files.

- Ah, that mom of yours. She really cares about you guys.

- This is true.

But can I be honest with you, Cynthia Mandal?

- Of course you can.

Well, aren't you programmed to never lie?

You can tell me anything.

Our relationship needs to be built on trust.

- If I'm being honest, I feel like Mom is a bit...

overprotective.

- Well, that's the job of every mother.

I bet you next to the word "overprotective"

in the dictionary, there's a picture of a mom.

- [beeping]

- There is no picture next to "overprotective."

Just words.

- [laughs] You're just like Beto.

My point is that parents can be overprotective.

They only do it because they care.

- And I appreciate this. But because I am...different,

Mom can come off as over-overprotective.

And I feel that because of my...different attributes,

she should trust that I'm capable of handling myself,

even in difficult situations.

- Frankie, it's totally natural to want more independence.

All teens do.

But you just need to remember you're her little girl,

and she's always gonna do what she believes

is in your best interest.

Now let's take a look at these memory files, shall we?

- [typing]

- [zapping]

- COLE: Frankie, no!

- [zapping]

- ♪

- So, anything suspicious?

- So how's it looking, Cyn? Anything out of the ordinary?

- No.

Looks like Frankie was just up to your standard teenage stuff.

Have a look.

- Everything seems to be in order.

I'm sorry, Frankie. I overreacted.

I guess I'm still feeling a bit jittery

after the past few months. - I understand, Mom.

- ♪

- Ugh, why can't I fall asleep?

Oh, maybe I just need to get used to my new apartment.

Or maybe it's the ghosts.

[laughs]

Oh, no!

[screams] Ghost!

- [shrieks] - [screams]

- Ah, oh, Dad! - Dad?

- Who are you?

- You guys, keep it down! - And who are you?

- [crickets chirping]

- Getting the androids back

should be a fairly easy proposition.

- [beep]

- Their radiation signatures are very distinct.

I'm very confident that we can-- - I don't want them back.

It turns out our first choice was always the right choice.

- FEMALE SCIENTIST: You mean the android they call Frankie?

I'm sure our team can come up with a plan to capture her.

- Forcefully bringing in these androids is not the solution.

You can't out-physical a perfect physical specimen.

You have to outsmart it.

I have a plan to get Frankie to cooperate.

And I'm quite sure she'll gladly take part in Project Q

once she knows what we have in store for him.

Now, let us begin.

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