ZETA: My name is Zeta.
I was built as a weapon to destroy...
but I will not destroy anymore.
RO: Come on, let's go!
ZETA: It's Bennet. Run!
This way.
RO: Quick, Zee. Change.
ZETA: Ro, look out!
[SCREAMS]
RO: We'll get you your freedom, Zee. I know it.
You're blocking my sun.
Right, sorry.
And could you try to blend?
Shouldn't we be checking the Net for Dr. Selig?
We just did an hour ago.
Right now, let's enjoy the beach, get a tan.
We'll check again later.
Enjoy the beach. Right.
- Zee. - How much later is later?
"Later" later.
Look, all I wanna do is... Hey!
What's your hurry, dude? We won't hurt you.
Yeah, not much.
[BIKERS LAUGHING]
Come on, come on.
[YELLS THEN GRUNTS]
[GRUNTS]
[WADE PANTING]
Swen!
Aw, no one to rescue you this time?
[SCREAMS]
GIRL: Hey.
Whoa! Ugh!
We got company.
PUDGE: Hey!
[SCREAMS]
[GRUNTS]
[GROANS]
[GASPS]
Wait for me.
You got lucky, brat. But we'll be back.
[GRUNTING]
You okay?
Oh, yeah. Never better.
You're welcome.
Wade Pennington.
Pennington? As in Pennington Robotics?
My father's company.
SWEN: Mr. Pennington!
He's all right.
Useless, but all right.
My so-called bodyguard.
Sorry, my bike stalled.
Who were those guys?
Some lowlifes from a bike shop in town. They've been harassing me for weeks.
Have you gone to the police?
No need. Usually, I run them off.
Yeah, well, next time, run a little faster.
You guys will join me for lunch.
SWEN: The best view of the property is from up here.
Cozy.
SWEN: Yes.
I'm in charge of security for the entire Pennington Estate...
here on Malibu Island.
Of course, everything here is state-of-the-art.
Including those security bots.
All part of my protection package.
I feel safer already.
WADE: Ah, my guests.
Just in time for lemonade.
Mmm, this is...
Ugh, this is awful.
When I say I want lemonade, I wanna pucker.
Now back to the kitchen and make me pucker.
BUTLER BOT: Yes, sir. Sorry, sir.
Hey.
Uh, nice place. So where are your parents?
Dad's on business in Sydney. Mom's skiing in the Alps.
But, hey, that just means it's me and my unlimited-cred card.
Really? I have one of those too.
- Ha. - Ha.
Harder. Harder.
You're supposed to be giving me a massage...
not playing patty cake on my back.
MASSAGE BOT: Yes, sir. Sorry, sir.
Ever consider being, I don't know, nice?
To a bot? Why?
They're just machines. Watch.
- Get it. MASSAGE BOT: Yes, sir.
[GASPS]
MASSAGE BOT [STUTTERING]: Your watch, watch, watch...
watch, watch, watch.
Shouldn't you do something?
Why? Sooner or later, it will run down.
[SCREAMS]
- I'll get him. - Why?
Sooner or later, he'll get out.
[COUGHING]
Swen! Swen, get out here or you're fired!
WADE [COUGHING]: What took you so long, you muscle-headed buffoon?
SWEN: Sorry, Mr. Pennington.
WADE: My father should have canned you years ago.
Real charming. Come on, Zee.
WADE: Wait. What about lunch?
- Come on, I don't get many visitors. - I wonder why.
MAN [ON TV]: And today's temperatures range...
from a cool 85 at the beach to a moderate 110 in the valley.
Coming up next, our weather forecast for the month.
- Any hits on Selig? - Not yet.
WOMAN [ON TV]: Tonight's top story:
Technology mogul Peter Pennington's son Wade Pennington...
was kidnapped late this afternoon.
Whoa, catch this.
WOMAN [ON TV]: Police are searching for two suspects...
described by the victim's bodyguard as:
Strangers, at the house this afternoon.
A dark-haired guy and a blond girl. They must be the ones who took him.
Zee, he means us.
WOMAN [ON TV]: Police warn that the suspects may be armed and dangerous.
- They think we did it. - That isn't right.
- No kidding. - Maybe we should tell the police.
Oh, yeah. That will work.
And we'll invite Bennet to sit in on the conversation too.
Come on.
When's the next boat off this rock?
- You there, stop. - Yeah, they fit the description.
Busted.
POLICEWOMAN: Unit 14, suspects spotted.
They're heading west on Malibu boardwalk. Request backup.
RO: Coming through.
BOTH: Whoa! Whoa!
[ALL GRUNT]
Ooh, and we got a major pileup on the Magway.
Freeze.
[LASER GUNS WHINING]
POLICEMAN: What? Hey?
POLICEMAN: Did you see anyone go through here?
- That way, man. - Thanks.
- They're gone. - Just when I was hitting my groove.
- So, what now? - We have to help Wade.
Why? He wouldn't help you.
Especially if he knew you were just a robot.
It doesn't matter. He's in trouble.
Why do I even bother to argue?
Fine. So how do we help Wade?
He mentioned that those bikers had been bothering him for weeks.
Maybe we can find the shop where they work.
[BURPS]
Now wanna hear me do the national anthem?
Get a life, Pudge.
- Where is he? - Huh?
Wade Pennington.
This is our turf, dude. You think you can take us?
What, you thought they'd just confess?
[GRUNTS]
- Huh? ZETA: Where's Wade?
[NUB WHIMPERING]
[NUB SCREAMS]
ZETA: Where are you hiding him?
Zee, behind you.
[BOGG GRUNTING]
- You're fried. - I don't think so.
[GRUNTS]
[BOTH GROAN]
[BOTH GASP]
[BOTH SCREAM]
Get down.
- You okay? - Better than the rest of this dump.
[MOANING]
What happened?
[SCREAMS]
You were going to tell us about Wade.
I don't know nothing about it.
We were just paid to hassle him, that's all.
Paid? By whom?
That skeezy bodyguard of his.
Swen? Why?
He wanted Wade to think he needed protection.
Where's Swen now?
He took the boat out. He headed that way.
Got it.
Since when can you swim like that?
I was designed to infiltrate any terrain or environment.
Just when you think you know a guy.
- Security bots. - Must be the place.
Let's find Wade and get out of here.
ZETA: That biker was right. Swen's collecting the ransom.
RO: I don't see Wade.
Try the next cabin.
[RO SCREAMS THEN GRUNTS]
[RO MOANING]
- What are you doing here? - We came to rescue you.
SWEN: How noble.
But now who will rescue you?
SWEN: Make yourselves comfortable.
I'm off to call the police, let them know I've caught the kidnappers.
You're the kidnapper.
That's not what it will look like when the police find your bodies.
They'll think that after you collected the ransom, you got rid of Wade.
And when you tried to escape...
my security team had no choice but to stop you.
But here's the best part.
This means I'll also get the reward that Wade's dad put out on you two.
Dead or alive.
I can't believe this. He turned my own bots against me.
Bet it wasn't far to turn.
Actually, robots aren't big on revenge. That's a human thing.
You see? He knows. Bots are just a bunch of metal and...
[STAMMERING] You're a robot?
His name's Zeta.
And you might wanna treat him with respect.
We won't get out that way.
Go on, he won't hurt you.
[WADE GRUNTING]
[WADE YELLS]
[GRUNTS]
[RO GROANS]
WADE: So, what should we...?
[SECURITY BOTS WHIR]
BOT: Halt! - Whoa, déjà vu.
WADE: It's okay. It's me, Wade. This is my boat.
[WADE GRUNTS]
They're not programmed to listen to you anymore.
Yeah, I noticed.
Well, this should get their attention.
Ro Rowan, action hero.
I should have hired you guys.
I'll handle Swen. You get Wade to a lifeboat.
[BUZZES THEN MOTOR PUTTERING]
[MAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY OVER RADIO]
[GRUNTS]
- Impossible. - Not really.
[GRUNTING]
Impressive.
I've never worked on a bot like you before.
He's in trouble. We should go back.
Maybe there's hope for you yet.
Another time, I'd take you apart...
see what makes you tick.
But now I think I'd rather see you sink to the bottom of the ocean.
WADE: Think again.
[YELLS THEN GRUNTS]
[BOTH GRUNTING]
[GROANING]
Help!
Sorry, Wade. No one left to jump at your command.
Now let's finish this.
ZETA: Yes, let's.
[GROANS]
Ooh. Yeah, that's gotta hurt.
[SIREN WAILING]
So how about some breakfast?
Sorry, but it's getting too hot for us around here.
Actually, I find the weather rather pleasant.
Oh, you mean hot "dangerous." Not "hot" hot.
Besides, you have some new friends to hang with.
MASSAGE BOT: I've got game. I'm going to school you.
Swish.
BUTLER BOT: Lemonade, sir?
After a little two-on-two.
You up for it?
BUTLER: Yes, sir. Right away, sir.
A robot and a human on the same team.
What's the world coming to?
RO: So? It's a pile of paper.
ZETA: Actually, it's what they called money.
It was also known as bread, dough, moola, green stuff, simoleon...
RO: Dang, lot of names. ZETA: I guess they liked it.
[ENGLISH SDH]