- ANDREW: [closes door]
It's true.
Dr. Peters created me.
- Wait a second.
Dr. Peters?
As in James Peters, your mom's friend?
Does she know he created an android like you?
- She never said anything about another android.
James Peters visits frequently
and never said anything, either.
- You've got to tell her, Frankie.
- No, no, please.
You can't say anything about me to your mom.
If Dr. Peters finds out I gave away my secret,
he'll do something terrible.
He'll shut me down. Please.
- Why? What are you hiding?
He knows about Frankie.
Why can't Dr. Gaines know about you?
Frankie, we need to tell your mom.
- Frankie, think about it. You're just like me.
You understand what it means if Dr. Peters shuts me down.
- I understand.
I promise I won't tell her.
- [sighs] Thank you.
- I have so many questions for you, Andrew LaPierre.
What is your operating system,
your processor speed, your battery life per charge?
- Dr. Peters is gonna be home any minute.
He can't see you here.
We'll talk later. I promise.
But, please, you have to go now.
- All right.
- Thanks, Frankie.
- ♪
- DAYTON: I don't like any of this.
Why would Dr. Peters make an android
and keep it a secret from your mom?
They're friends. They used to work together.
- That is a mystery, Dayton Reyes.
- One we need to solve.
- [cell phone rings]
- ANDREW: Hey, Dr. Peters, how's it goin'?
- Are you at my workstation?
You know you're not supposed to be there.
- No, I'm just kickin' it on my charging pod.
You know, takin' a load off, as they say.
- Well, don't get too comfortable.
I wanna check your memory files when I get in.
- What? Um, sure.
Uh, but don't rush home.
I wouldn't want you to get a ticket or...
crash or something.
- [laughing] Don't be ridiculous.
I'm an excellent driver.
And I'm only a few blocks away.
- If he finds out Frankie knows the truth about me,
we're both goners.
- [USB cable clicks] - [sighs]
- ♪
- [horn honks] - Already?
How fast does this guy drive?
- [computer beeping]
- [typing] Find...
- [front door closes] - [USB cable clicks]
- ♪
- [blows air on glasses]
- [yawns] Hey, Da--uh, Dr. Peters.
I must've dozed off for a second.
- Well, you're up now, so, let's get this over with
and check those memory files, shall we?
[clears throat]
Are you sure you weren't at my workstation?
This seat feels rather warm.
- No, sir.
- Take a seat. - Yes.
- [blows air on USB plug]
- [USB cable clicks]
- [typing on keyboard]
- ♪
- It looks like you had a pretty uneventful day.
- You don't know the half of it.
- The more I think about it,
the more I'm convinced there's something fishy.
I really think we should tell your mom.
- The risk to Andrew is too great.
Besides, I promised to keep his secret.
- Are you really planning on wearing that
to play mini-golf?
- My research shows that this sort of hat
is associated with the search terms "golf apparel."
Do you think Cole will like it?
- Uh...
- Don't answer until you've seen the entire look.
- Frankie, you're trying too hard.
Just be yourself.
- That is logical, Dayton Reyes.
Who else would I be?
- I wish you could be the girl who told her mom
there was another android at school this whole time.
- This discussion is becoming circular.
I already told you multiple times
that my course of action is to keep Andrew's secret.
- But what if he was responsible for the night of rampage?
- Robbie Turnbull was already suspended
for the night of rampage.
- What if he didn't act alone?
They showed up at school on the same day.
There has to be a connection.
What if Andrew destroyed Bob?
What if you're next? You have to tell someone!
- If Andrew wanted me destroyed,
he wouldn't have saved me from the water at the dance,
and, besides, I did tell someone.
- You did? Who? - Jenny.
I didn't intend to,
but her persistent chronological questioning
made it impossible to hide.
But she promised to keep it a secret.
There are many secrets.
- There don't need to be.
Stop being so stubborn.
You have to tell your mom--
for your own safety.
- Dayton Reyes! Do you need a reboot?
I believe you might be stuck in a logic loop.
- [frustrated groan]
- ROBBIE: What do we want? - STUDENTS: Free Robbie!
- ROBBIE: When do we want it? - STUDENTS: Now!
- Robbie's back? Since when?
- STUDENTS: [mixed conversations]
- Greetings, ladies.
You're just in time to join the Free Robbie Sit-in.
- Over here.
We can have a Brain Squad in Support of Robbie coalition.
- [bell ringing]
- ROBBIE: What do we want? - STUDENTS: Free Robbie!
- ROBBIE: When do we want it? - STUDENTS: Now!
- What-- - [device whirring]
- That was the first period bell.
Anyone who does not report to their first period class
will be marked absent and receive detention.
Now disperse.
- STUDENTS: [hissing]
- My decision to suspend Robbie
was based on rock-solid video evidence.
Now if someone has information casting doubt on it,
I will be happy to consider it.
Until then, get to class.
- [device whirring]
- Really, you guys?
- I just feel bad about Robbie being suspended.
- I guess I feel kind of bad, too.
You know, I can't help but feel like
I'm partially responsible for it.
- You mean because you were the one
who faked the evidence against him
and sent it to Ms. Hough?
- Well, when you put it that way, I--
- So, what are you gonna do about it?
- You should come clean and get him reinstated.
- Hey, let's not get crazy.
I just said I felt bad,
not even bad, just kind of bad.
I did it for you guys.
You said you wanted Frankie back for Brain Squad.
I got her back.
[scoffs] Some people are just never happy.
- Does she have zero conscience?
- We don't need her to. I've got a plan.
- Tammy did what?
- That means the animal who mutilated Bob
is still at large?
- I'm afraid so, Byron. - BYRON: [sighs]
- ♪ Feels like things are getting real, real ♪
♪ Never felt so alive, never felt so alive ♪
♪ Feels like things are getting real, real ♪
♪ Feels like things are getting real ♪♪
- Why would Tammy say Robbie did it, if he did not?
- She wanted to get you back on the Brain Squad, Frankie.
- Surprising. I was under the impression
that Tammy did not appreciate my presence.
- She knows we need you,
if we've got any chance to win at state's.
- That's true, but we can't let Robbie take the blame,
if he's not guilty.
What do we do? - Don't worry.
Lucia has a plan. Tell 'em what we're gonna do.
- Nothing! - Right!
Wait. No offense, Lucia,
that's a weak plan.
- No, it's not. We do nothing.
That includes any Brain Squad activities
until Tammy goes to Ms. Hough
and tells her that Robbie is innocent.
- Okay, Squad, brain warm-ups.
Give me a noun for every letter of the alphabet.
I'll start.
"A," Aardwolf.
It's a striped hyena native to southeast Asia.
"B" anybody?
Oh, come on, it's not hard.
- JOHN: No.
- All right, come on, guys,
let's get those brains warmed up.
- No, Tammy.
- Okay, you guys are terrible at this.
"No" is an interjection and it starts with an "N."
- We're not doing anything until you do the right thing.
- JOHN: About Robbie.
- Thank you for getting my suspension lifted, Tammy Gilroy.
But if Robbie Turnbull is innocent,
then he shouldn't suffer either.
- TAMMY: [scoffs]
I can't believe you guys are getting
so bent out of shape about this.
Okay, tell you what.
Let's just review polynomial theorem,
and then I'll go talk to Ms. Hough.
Fine!
- ♪
- ALL: [quietly laughing]
- MS. HOUGH: A misunderstanding?
- Yes, uh, the video of Robbie breaking into a locker
was actually him helping Makayla
because she forgot her combination.
- Well...
But I thank you for coming forward, Miss Gilroy.
That took courage.
- Of course, Ms. Hough. It was the right thing to do.
- Especially considering the consequences
of making a false accusation.
- Consequences?
- Well, of course. I can't have students
accusing each other willy-nilly, you understand.
It'd be like the Wild West up in here.
[laughing]
- But, Ms. Hough,
you don't understand how difficult it is
for me to admit a mistake.
Shouldn't that be punishment enough?
- [cat meowing]
- ♪
- PEGSI: At last!
Sweet freedom!
I'm coming, Mr. Kingston!
- Stop! - PEGSI: I will never stop.
I am unstoppable.
Eat my environmentally responsible exhaust, suckers!
- [truck horn blaring, brakes screeching]
- [loud thud]
- I hate when that happens.
Well, don't just stand there.
Grab a broom and a dustpan.
Somebody's gonna have to put him back together.
- PEGSI: [groaning]
- Okay, who can explain what a "quantum" is?
- A quantum is a measure of energy
that can kick an electron
up one complete energy level within an atom.
- I'm really glad you're back, Frankie.
- MS. HOUGH ANNOUNCING: Attention, students.
New evidence has come to light
that completely exonerates Robbie Turnbull.
Effective immediately, his suspension is lifted.
- ROBBIE: Yes!
- MS. HOUGH: I am redoubling my efforts
to find the guilty party.
I implore the perpetrator to step forward
and take responsibility.
If there is no confession in the next 24 hours,
I will have no choice but to punish the entire school.
Thank you. Have a "clawsome" day.
- Punishing the entire school? How is that fair?
First, Bob gets destroyed.
Now I get included in the punishment for it?
- What do you think Ms. Hough is gonna do?
- [gasps]
What if she takes potato dots off the lunch menu?
[garbled] Lunch would be without meaning.
- LUCIA: Well, we're lucky we're not Tammy.
Btdubs, we should probably
steer clear of her for a little bit.
- How did you even get here so fast?
- I can't tell you my secrets.
Look what happened last time I did that.
- It was a mistake, Robbie.
I apologized.
I don't understand why Ms. Hough
felt the need to drag this out.
- Granting me three wishes
is a mild punishment, if you ask me.
Refill, please, waitress.
- I'll be glad when state's are over
and we can have lunch together again.
- Me, too, Dayton Reyes.
I miss moving my jaw up and down
while crushing food in your presence.
- [laughs] Me, too.
Speaking of eating,
is Cole taking you out to dinner tonight?
- Affirmative.
We are playing mini-golf and having...
[laughs] breakfast-for-dinner.
- That's so exciting.
Are you excited? - Very.
- BOTH: [giggling]
- Hey, it's so sweet of you to give me such a warm welcome.
- I see you're back to your charming self.
- And why wouldn't I be--
now that Frankie and I have an understanding.
I'm heading to The Garage.
You guys wanna join?
- Listen, Andrew, we can't.
Frankie has plans to hang out with Cole
and she has to get ready.
- You and Cole are hanging out?
- We are, but Cole Reyes is not picking me up
until after tennis practice,
and I would like to know more about you.
- Shoot. My e-life is an open book.
- Do you have an e-stomach as I do?
I really enjoy the loaded nachos at The Garage.
- No, I always get a smoothie
and then flush it in the bathroom.
I just carry around a cup to make it look like I'm drinking.
- You know what I wanna know.
What are you even doing at Sepulveda?
- Bringing a little cool into all of your boring lives.
[laughing]
Oh, you have to hear this amazing new band I discovered.
- Nah. - I'd love to hear them.
- You really don't have time.
- I have two hours, 17 minutes, and 35, 34, 33--
- Okay, I get it. - Thirty-one seconds.
I'd love to hear an amazing new band.
- Cool. - [computer beeping]
- [music playing]
- I admire the tempo complexity
of the overtones in the chord progressions.
- I know. Right?
- Really?
Frankie, we should go. Come on.
- [music continues playing]
- Frankie!
- I would like to finish listening to
Andrew's amazing band, Dayton Reyes.
Feel free to walk home without me.
- [music continues playing]
♪
- I am really enjoying
this amazing new band, Andrew LaPierre.
- ANDREW: [laughs]
Let's keep listening.
Come to The Garage with me.
- My mom is expecting me at home soon.
Won't James Peters be worried, if you're late?
- Actually, I'm kind of trying to
stay out of Dr. Peters' way for a while.
Ever since the night of the dance,
I've been picking up signs that he doesn't trust me.
- Does he ever check your memory files?
Those can be incriminating.
- Yeah, but I changed the file names to fool him.
He'll never find out the truth.
- You have the ability to lie?
- It's all in my programming.
- That is fascinating.
I wonder what purpose that programming serves?
- I don't know, but it's fun.
[laughing]
You know, you're the only one
who really gets me, Frankie.
We've gotta look out for each other.
- FEMALE OPERATOR: Please try your call again later.
- Kingston must have blocked me.
I bet he didn't block her phone.
- Hey, man, did you just take her phone?
- What? I don't know what you're talkin' about.
- Give me my phone, you creep.
This old dude just stole my phone!
- No, I...No. No.
[gasping] - [smoothie splatters]
- [coughing, sputtering]
- [door slams]
- [groaning]
I would know that blurry spawn anywhere.
Hello, tip line, meet anonymous.
- [toilet flushing]
- What are you doing here?
It would be disastrous if... if we were seen together.
- What am I doing here? What are you doing here?
- Calling a tip line
about a dangerous cyber criminal android.
- Frankie?
- Kingston?
A little blast from the past.
It's your former master engineer calling to tell you
I know where Dr. Gaines and the android are.
I know you think it's nonsense,
but if I wasn't in contact with Gaines,
how would I know that the android
has a 64 exabyte processor
and a 90 kilowatt lithium ion battery?
- Those specs are right.
- JAMES: I can lead them to you, but it's gonna cost you.
I'll be in touch.
It would be wise of you to take my next call.
Peters, out.
- PEGSI, now I can bring you back home.
[laughing]
- Sir? - Hm?
- A package for you.
- Ah, I hope it's cookies.
Only cookies could make this day any...
- [box thuds] - ...better.
Yes, here we go.
[whistling]
- PEGSI: Hello, sir.
Is that really you?
- ♪
- Oh...
Oh, PEGSI, what...
what have those monsters done to you?
- PEGSI: They said to tell you this was a warning.
If they don't get an android, you're next.
Sir? - Oh, PEGSI, I'm sorry.
Sorry, um...
PEGSI, don't you worry your little head.
I will rebuild you
and you will be more glorious than ever.
It's all going to be all right.
We've got the android.
We have finally got her. [laughing]
- JENNY: How am I supposed to know what you should wear?
Why don't you call Dayton?
- I attempted to video chat her,
but she was unavailable.
- That's weird.
She's your best friend.
It's like part of the best friend contract
that she has to help you with stuff like this.
- Perhaps that's the problem.
I don't remember signing a best friend contract.
- Oh, that's not a real thing, Frankie.
I meant "best friend contract."
- So, if one draws quotation marks in the air
with one's fingers,
does that mean something is not real?
- Basically.
Okay, so, I guess it's up to me to help.
- Cole will be here any moment,
and I need to choose an outfit.
- Hmmm...
I've got some ideas.
- ♪
♪
- If it's not broke, don't fix it.
- Am I right? - You are right.
- [palm slap]
- COLE: Hey, sis.
What do you think?
- Very nice, Cole.
Frankie's gonna love it.
- I had to swing by for a smoothie.
I heard you should never play mini-golf on an empty stomach.
- I don't think that's a thing.
- I read it online, so it must be true.
- [laughs]
Hey, can I ask you something?
- Not if it's about school work.
I have a strict new "no school work at The Garage" policy.
[quiet laugh]
- Let's say you knew something important,
and Byron also knew it, too,
but you might be the only one that knows both of you know.
Would you talk to him about what you know,
knowing he knows?
- Sorry, I think my brain just melted.
Say that again, please.
- If you know something important
and somebody else knows it, too,
do you think it's okay to talk to that person about it?
- Wait, is this about Frankie?
Do you know something that I don't?
Is it about tonight?! Is it about my shirt?!
Oh, I knew I should've worn a different color!
- Cole, relax, this is not about you and Frankie.
- Oh. [laughs] Good.
Well, if me and someone else knew the exact same thing,
then it's totally cool to talk about it.
[laughs]
Wish me luck.
- ♪
- Tell me again why this is a good thing.
- Well, you're letting Frankie follow the natural path
of adolescence, and staying true to your experiment.
- [doorbell rings] - SIGOURNEY: [gasps]
- And making confetti all at the same time.
Multitasking.
- We're really doing this, aren't we?
No turning back now.
- It's gonna be fine, Sig.
I'll talk to him, lay down the law.
- Oh, good!
- Hey, Cole, buddy! Bring it in!
- Hi, Mr. and Dr. Gaines.
Uh, is Frankie ready?
- I'll go get her,
while you and Mr. Gaines have a chat.
- I'll take good care of Frankie, Mr. Gaines,
and I promise I'll have her back--
- Right, right, right. That's good.
I just wanna make sure you know how to time the windmill hole.
It's really the key to mini-golf.
What I like to do is strike my putt
just as the windmill blade is blocking the tunnel.
That way, by the time the ball gets there,
it's clear.
Now do we understand each other, young man?
- Yes. - Good.
- Hello, Cole Reyes.
- Hi, Frankie. You look nice.
- I look the same as I do every day.
- Yeah, like I said, nice.
Well, uh, we should go.
Don't wanna miss our tee time.
- Be careful.
- Have fun.
- Glad we understand each other, Kingston.
Sounds like we have a deal.
I'll text you the details of when and where.
Be there.
Yes! [laughing]
It's all coming together!
Now we just need to get the android to the meeting place,
and by "we" I mean "you."
- Me? - Yes, you.
I need you to bring Frankie to The Garage
tomorrow after school.
- How am I supposed to do that?
- It shouldn't be that difficult.
I didn't program you to lie and cheat for nothing.
Figure it out.
Or there will be consequences.
- "Go fish." - I don't want to "go fish."
I want to go check Frankie's GPS
to make sure everything's okay.
- Jenny, come play "Go Fish" with us.
Your mom needs a distraction.
- And that's the best you could come up with?
Fine. Deal me in.
- Isn't this fun? - Ah.
- I'll "go fish." All right. I'll go first.
Jenny, do you have any nines?
- [cell phone chimes]
- Um, can I be excused? I have to...
do homework.
- Not until you tell me if you have any nines.
I'm comin' for your nines next.
- COLE: Okay, this is where I blow you away
with my mad mini-golf skills.
- FRANKIE: [laughing]
- A wise man once told me
timing the windmill is the key to mini-golf.
- Is it possible that this wise man is not so wise?
- Very possible.
Your turn.
How are you so good?
- It's quite simple.
I calculate the slope of the course,
factor in the angle of the ball's trajectory,
the timing of the windmill blades,
and then I adjust the force of my swing.
- [laughs]
Did you do all that in your head?
- Of course. Where else would I do it?
- Tammy is going to lose her mind
when she finds out you're amazing at mini-golf, too.
You're so good at everything, it just makes her crazy.
- I do not mean to make her crazy.
- Yeah, well, you do. [laughs]
Do you know what she said to me about you?
- I don't. [laughs]
Tell me. I would like to know.
- [laughing]
It's really ridiculous.
- I would be able to laugh with you,
if you told me what she said.
- Okay. She told me she thinks you're...
oh, you're not gonna believe this.
It's so crazy.
She thinks you're...
a robot.
Isn't that hilarious?
- ♪