- [crickets chirping]
- [computer keys tapping]
- It's ready? - She's ready!
Start uploading her operating system.
- [computer beeping]
- WOMAN: We're almost there.
- It's too much data.
We're overloading the systems.
We're not gonna make it!
- The artificial synapses have to kick in.
- [electricity shutting down]
- No.
- ♪
- [electricity buzzing]
- FRANKIE: Hello?
- Frankie?
- Dr. Mom?
- ♪
- [struggling]
Yo, Frankie, can you give me a hand?
- Here.
- [gasps]
Still not used to this part of my job.
Can you help me get this box to the hall?
- I know, Will, but tonight is my big meeting.
I'm presenting Frankie to Mr. Kingston.
It's a big deal.
Of course Jenny's birthday's a big deal, too.
I'm doing everything I can to be home by 8, but my boss--
- Boss really stepped in it, huh?
- Dr. Mom? What did she step in?
I shall clean her shoes.
- No, no, I mean she's in trouble with her husband.
You know Will?
- I do know Will Gaines.
Born February 25, 1980, in Boston, Massachusetts.
Blogger and author of multiple unpublished self-help books.
He enjoys mountain biking, Broadway plays,
mountain biking, 2 Broadway plays--
- Settle down, Frankie-opedia.
- Dr. Gaines, Mr. Kingston is ready to see you.
And you must hurry.
Everyone is waiting to see the new model.
- Do you think this demo's gonna go better than the last one?
- Of course. Kingston is going to love her.
- That's what you said last time, and then--
- Oh, could we not talk about Eliza.
Besides, the demo was fine.
It wasn't until afterwards-- - I thought you didn't
wanna talk about Eliza. - Right.
I don't.
Kingston is going to love her.
Come on.
And begin.
- ♪
- Three minutes and twenty-three seconds.
- Impressive.
- [computer beeping]
- It is 7:43, post meridian time.
- I know.
With my new integrated circuits, the android's motherboard
resembles a human brain and can actually learn
and use its experience to act independently.
- [sighs]
Dr. Gaines, I thought I made myself perfectly clear
after our last...situation.
I do not want computers thinking or making decisions.
It's just too risky.
- But Mr. Kingston, it's not going to be like last time.
I fixed all those problems.
- You've got to--
- FRANKIE: Additional testing begun.
- Um, what are you doing?
- FRANKIE: Demonstrating visual and cognitive abilities.
You are late for Jenny's birthday.
- Is she malfunctioning? - No!
- Done. Now strength.
- ♪
- Please stop.
- Next, physical dexterity.
- ♪
- DR. KINGSTON: Dr. Gaines, this is madness.
You see what I mean?
This is why we cannot have independent androids.
Shut her off.
Give me that. I'll do it.
- No, I've got it. You don't know the interface.
- Do not touch Dr. Mom.
- What did she just say?
Dr. Mom?
[laughs] Oh please.
And you call yourself--[screaming]
Okay, get control of your android this instant!
Put me down.
- Frankie, I need you to listen to me.
I don't need assistance.
And I've rescheduled Jenny's birthday celebration.
Everything is fine.
Please put Mr. Kingston down.
- [moaning]
- Thank you.
- Presentation complete.
- I want that robot destroyed immediately.
Stripped down to its components. - But--
- But, Mr. Kingston, sir, this android
would be a perfect candidate for Project Q.
- Good point, PEGS1.
Don't destroy it.
Bring it Sector Seven and deactivate it.
We'll use it for Project Q. - [gasps]
- What is Project Q?
- Mr. Kingston, sir,
Warfa insists on strict confidentiality.
- Warfa?
- Deliver the android to Sector Seven.
[finger snap]
Better yet, I'll send someone to pick it up.
- Mr. Kingston, please, if I could just have--
- No, you can just do as I say...now!
- ♪ 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 ♪♪
- ♪
- No way am I giving her up to Warfa.
She deserves better
than whatever those monsters have planned.
- I hear you, but it's not like you have any choice.
Kingston calls the shots around here.
Where are you going?
- Getting out of here.
I have had it with Kingston and this place.
And I'm taking Frankie with me.
Frankie, what are you doing?
- ♪
- Oh my, what is that?
A birthday cake: a flour-based pastry
used to celebrate a human's date of birth.
Chocolate with vanilla frosting.
My calculations confirm a delicious combination.
- You made this?
- For Jenny Gaines.
- Ah, this is all really touching.
But you all gotta get out of here like yesterday.
- That is chronologically and spatially impossible.
- How are we gonna get Frankie out without anyone noticing?
- ♪
- Clear.
- MALE TV ANNOUNCER: Bottom of the eighth inning,
and so far, it's been a very tight game.
Two outs, with a run--
- You heard about what happened to Kingston tonight?
- Yeah. He got owned by a crazed robot.
- BOTH: [snickers]
- [indistinct TV chatter]
- ♪
- Boss, we have a problem.
- Dr. Gaines? [laughs]
She is not doing what I think she's doing.
- I believe she is.
- Alert security.
- Already did.
- ♪
- Stop right there.
- Mr. Kingston.
- Dr. Gaines.
Show me what's under that sheet...right now.
- ♪
- I should have known you'd try something like this.
How dare you defy me
and steal technology from my lab?
- It's my daughter's birthday today.
At least for three more hours.
- So the android is still inside?
- Of course.
- ♪
- We're just backing up her files.
You'll have your android tomorrow.
- Good.
- [engine revs]
- ♪
- Coast is clear.
- FRANKIE: The coast? But we are not by an ocean.
- I mean, we made it out.
We're safe.
- My mapping app recognizes this route.
Are we going-- - Yes.
Home.
- ♪
- So you--you stole?
- Well, she's my intellectual property,
but technically, I guess I kinda did.
- This is just too much to throw at us.
Why don't you just take her back?
I bet you no one will even realize she was gone.
- No way! I can't let Warfa get their hands on her.
- You could be arrested.
- I'd rather go to jail than let someone use technology
I created to hurt people.
- You don't know-- - I know Kingston.
I'm doing the right thing.
- ♪
- Plus, I can't let them take Frankie away.
We've been together since she was just a ball of wires
and circuits.
I built her, but it's more than that.
I feel like I raised her.
She's family.
- Are we going to sing "Happy Birthday"?
It was Dr. Mom's main objective today.
- Dr. Mom, eh?
- [laughs] Yes.
Let's get to it, shall we?
Jenny, I'm home!
- Mom, finally.
- [laughs]
- Who is she?
- This is Frankie.
- Surprise! - Happy Birthday!
Excuse its deformed appearance
due to the hasty laboratory escape.
- She's the android I've been working on for three years.
- Is she my birthday present?
- No. Even better.
She's going to be living with us.
- Surprise! - Happy Birthday!
- What?
Here? In my room?
- Oh no, sweetie, you don't have to share rooms.
Because we're moving.
- Surprise. - Happy Birthday!
- I don't understand.
Where are we going?
- I made a list of some possibilities.
- 33.5067 degrees north.
Nice. I hear they have good schools there.
- They're GPS coordinates.
You know, I think in numbers.
- ♪
- So, here it is.
- Thank you so much, James.
- My pleasure to help an old lab buddy.
Especially if it means
I get to stick it to Kingston one last time.
[laughs] So, what do you think?
- I love it. - I like it.
- I hate it.
- Three bedrooms, 24-hour security, balcony.
- Well, how's the power supply?
- It can handle all your equipment, no worries.
So which girl's the android?
- I am.
I deduce that Jenny Gaine's blank facial expression
is her attempt to hide her displeasure with this home.
- Great work, Sigourney.
What did you use for a microprocessor?
- I made my own. Synapse based.
- Oooh, can I take a look?
Oh. [laughs]
It's okay.
You don't have to worry about EGG here.
Rancho is practically off the grid.
- I know someone I'd like to push off the grid.
- [laughs] Jenny, please.
Frankie is one of us now.
She's like...your sister.
- No she's not!
She's not even human.
- Jenny.
- She's amazing, Sigourney.
How did she perform in field testing?
- Well, she hasn't had any yet.
Just three weeks in the lab.
But I think she's ready for the field.
I'm sending her to school.
- Seriously? - School?
Honey, really, that's-- - Nice.
- Well, I think she can pull it off.
It might be a little rough at first,
but she's highly adaptable.
I'm enrolling her at Sepulvata High in the morning.
- Sepulvata High, home of the Chargers.
A charger is a horse trained for battle
or a device that supplies electricity
to battery-powered equipment.
- Be sure to tell everyone that on your first day of school.
You'll be a huge hit.
- ♪
- This is a blast, Mom.
- It is?
Oh, good, I thought you'd be upset about having to get up
hours before your first day at a new school
to help set up my lab.
- [electronic duck quacking]
- What is that awful noise?
- [computer beeping]
- Curious ducks.
The distinctive ringtone you downloaded
onto your mobile device so you'd always recognize it.
- Right.
Now I remember why I keep my phone on vibrate.
Keep working, I may have to take the call.
- [quacking continues]
- I'm trying to think of a reason to like you,
but I'm not coming up with any.
- Perhaps I can be of some assistance.
Searching reasons to like someone.
- No, please don't.
- Their general demeanor, their ability to produce humor,
their ability to be there for another in times of crisis,
their ability to turn a potentially boring situation
into a fun one.
Is this making you like me?
- Actually, it's doing the opposite.
Terminate search.
- Search terminated.
- I know it's not your fault we had to move,
but I had a perfect life.
I went to a great school with great places to hang out.
I had friends to laugh at weird stuff with.
I had fun.
Now I'm in this strange place that isn't my home,
and all I've got is you.
And a whole lot of cardboard.
- [computer beeping]
- What are you doing?
- Creating fun for Jenny Gaines.
- ♪
- [computer beeping]
- What is this?
- A collection of photos and videos that have been deemed
hilarious by many computer, smartphone, and tablet users.
- [laughing]
That was like my favorite meme this year.
[laughing]
This is amazing, Frankie.
How'd you do it?
- [computer beeps]
- I can populate and extract large amounts of data
from anywhere on Earth at a rapid rate.
- Hey, Frankie.
What else can you do with these boxes?
- ♪
- I am Lady Jennifer Gaines.
First of her name and queen of this land.
Try what you will,
but I will not give up my castle without a fight.
- My cardboard sword lacks the tensile strength
to pierce the defenses.
- MOM: Frankie, Jenny, could you come to the kitchen, please?
- Aah.
Ow, Frankie!
- James and I kept in touch after he left EGG.
We've been friends since our old hacking days.
Of course, he doesn't work at EGG anymore.
- DAD: What's he doing now?
- Why don't you take a picture, it'll last longer.
- Okay. - [camera shutter snaps]
- Bye, Mom, Dad.
- Come back here, young lady. You're forgetting something.
Have a good day.
You should go, too. Do you know the way?
- Yes, my maps are all up to date.
- Of course they are.
Now remember, no one can find out your secret.
If anyone finds out there's an android at school,
we'll have to move again.
We can't let Mr. Kingston find you.
- I remember, the command is my in file system.
- ♪
- Oh hang on.
You're forgetting something, too.
- What?
- A touch of the lips to cheek.
Is this commanded for departures in all situations?
- It's called a kiss.
- So I should offer a kiss to all humans
every time they depart my presence?
- Uh no, not everyone.
Just some people, and not always.
For now, it's just for you and me.
- ♪
- [school bell rings]
- TEACHER: Students, this is Frankie Gaines.
Now, Frankie, why don't you say a little bit about yourself
to your new classmates?
- A little bit about yourself.
- ALL: [laughing]
- Looks like we've got a comedian on our hands.
- We do?
- Ms. Hough, could I talk to you for a moment?
- Have fun, Frankie.
And remember, treat one another as if...
- ALL: We're all kittens wearing mittens.
- Oooh, that's right.
- [indistinct chatter]
- Frankie, you can take a seat.
You did this?
- Yes.
- This was my equation.
You had no right.
Now I have to start all over, because it's probably--
- It's right! You solved it!
- What?
- That's not fair.
I was about to get it.
- Incorrect.
You forgot a parentheses here.
- Well done, Frankie.
So now if we all--
- Mr. Manhart, this was my equation.
- Sorry, Brain Squad only.
And mind your own equation next time.
- Why don't you leave her alone?
- Uh, why don't you leave your face alone?
- Sick burn, Tammy.
Next time, try one that actually makes sense.
Come on, Equation Sensation, there's a seat back here by me.
- Thank you.
But my name is Frankie, not Equation Sensation.
- Right.
I'm Dayton, like the city.
- Dayton, Ohio.
Population 141,003.
- Wow.
What are you? Part computer?
- FRANKIE: Do not revel android status.
- Would you ladies please take your seats?
- Come on. And don't mind Tammy.
She's just bitter and smart.
A lethal combo.
- Lethal to humans or all forms of life?
- [laughs] You and I are gonna get along just fine.
- ♪
- [school bell rings]
- ♪
- Awesome solution for that equation.
No one's been able to solve it all year.
- Thank you, Bryon Patrick.
- You remembered my name.
Did I tell you my name?
- Well, if it isn't the Equation Burglar.
- Thanks a lot for solving my problem.
- You're welcome.
- We'll make sure to return the favor.
- Perfect.
I need a favor now.
I was told to go to the locker hallway
after math class.
There's no such location on my map.
Could you direct me?
- ALL: [giggles]
- Yeah, down those stairs, down the hallway,
then straight out the door at the end.
- But the door sticks.
Make sure you get a running start.
- Thank you. Now we are even.
- We sure are.
- [girls laughing]
- Don't.
They just sent you to the indoor pool.
That door was installed in the wrong spot.
You walk through it, and you fall right in.
- That would be a serious problem.
- Uh, it's just a prank.
Little water never hurt anyone.
- It will hurt me.
I can't get wet, no exceptions.
- Whoa.
Do you have Aquagenic urticaria?
I've read about that.
It's a really rare disease.
- Aquagenic urticaria, also known as water allergy.
And, yes, it is extremely rare.
It affects every 1 out of 230 million people.
- Then I'm glad I stopped you.
Come on, I'm heading to the cafeteria.
We can talk revenge along the way.
- ♪
- Dr. Gaines?
Dr. Gaines?
- Not back yet.
But the android has been here all night.
- [gasps]
- Don't distract me, man,
I'm almost out of the killer zombie penguin tomb.
- What is this?
Where is the android?
- Where is the android?
- That's really a Dr. Gaines question.
- And where is Dr. Gaines?
- Don't know.
- You have 15 seconds to get out of my sight.
- I'm going. - I'm going, I'm going.
- No, not you, I was speaking to my former employee,
you digital dunce.
- Just remembered, Dr. Gaines did say to give you this.
- PEGS1, we have got to find that android
or Warfa will have our hinds if we don't.
- I don't have a hind, sir.
- No.
No, you have a titanium shell which they will pop open
like a can of tuna.
- [gasps] We've got to find that android.
- [sighs]
- [computer beeping]
- You better hurry, Gaines,
it looks like it's going to pour.
- Yes, there's a 90% chance of rain in the next--
[computer beeps]--five minutes.
- Yeah, those Cirrostratus clouds look pretty threatening.
- You are mistaken, Bryon Patrick.
Those are Cumulonimbus clouds.
You can tell because the top is smooth.
- [thunder rumbling]
- Yeah, whatever.
Good luck getting home without getting wet.
- Thank you.
But I need speed not luck.
By my calculations, I need to travel at 20 miles per hour
in order to make it home before the rain arrives.
- ♪
- COMPUTER VOICE: Warning, inadequate shelter found.
Start emergency getaway.
- ♪
- [thunder rumbling]
- ♪
- [electronic zapping]
- Hey, Cole!
- ♪