- 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...
- DAYTON: 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.
- [laughs]
- [beeping]
- ♪
- Circuits, I'm out of here.
What the...?
Where did my strength go?
What is happening?
[gasping]
- [whirring]
- 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-- [groans] 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.
- ♪
- SIG: 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.
- WILL AND JENNY: 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.
- 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!
- [light buzzing] - Thanks, Frankie.
- SIGOURNEY: 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.
[kiss]
- 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.
- COLE: 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.
- [huffs]
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.
- [nervous laughter] - 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.
- [alarms buzzing] - 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.
- ♪ Feels like things are getting real ♪
♪ Never felt so alive ♪
♪ Felt so alive ♪
♪ Feels like things are getting real ♪
♪ R-e-eal ♪
♪ Feels like things are getting real ♪
- 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. - [sighs] 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.
- WOMAN ON SPEAKER: 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. [nervous laugh]
Your tour guide should be here momentarily.
- [knocking]
- 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.
[laughing] I would, of course, join you on the school tour,
but I have very important principal work to do.
- "Furscopes, horoscopes for cats."
- ♪
- Namaste.
- [stutters] - 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.
- [yelling] [grunting]
- Begin.
- ♪
♪
- Excellent. Testing complete.
- ANDREW: That's what you think.
Now it's complete.
- FIGHTERS: [groaning] - Leave us!
- [shuffling] - [groaning]
- What do you think you're doing?
- Showing you one of my greatest capabilities,
the power to do whatever I want.
- [electricity crackling]
- 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.
- [clears throat] 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. - [nervous laugh]
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.
- TV NARRATOR: ...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?
- TV NARRATOR: ...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.
- [beeping]
- ♪
- [laughing] You'll have to caption that for me later.
- [laughing] 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! [gasps]
Hey. Hey. Hey, Tammy.
- No way, either they walk or I walk.
- COLE: 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.
- [alarms buzzing]
- Ma'am, we're live. - Initiate takeover,
lower the firewall, give her access to the system.
- [beep]
- Activate teen speak algorithm.
- I don't know, let me think about it.
- [beeping]
- 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.
- [typing]
- ♪
- 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.
- TAMMY: 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.
- [sighs]
- 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.
- [no audio]
- Now move, puppet boy.
- [electronic music playing]
♪
- Put some leg into it.
- [Celtic music playing]
♪
- Now do the worm.
- [hip-hop music playing]
♪
- Stand on your hands.
- [electronic music playing]
♪
- What's happening to me? I can't get down.
- [laughing]
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?
- ♪
♪
- [rock breaking]
- 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?
- [alarms buzzing]
- 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.
- [sighs]
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.
- ♪
- [screams] - [screams]
- 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-- - What's going on in here?
- One word: space. - [sighs] 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.
- [nervous laugh] 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! [laughs]
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.
- ♪
♪
- ♪♪