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Ahh.

- Hey.
- Oh.

Hey.

Come look at this.

Never seen anything like it.

Um...

- No, thanks.
- Come on.

I don't know what the hell it is.

Wow, thanks for waiting.

Hey, hey, hey.

Luther, cool it.

Sorry.
He's usually such a sweetheart.

- Hey, let's go.
- Wait, we just got up here.

Ow!
What is going on?

That guy is serial-killer creepy.

Like, he tried to get
me to go inside with him.

I'm calling 911.

It's Bailey's Army Reserve week.

How's being a bachelor going?

Oh, I hate it.

House is too quiet.

Keep making an extra cup of
coffee for her without thinking.

I-I did laundry last night...

Not a single, weird, frilly thing

that I don't know how to fold anyway.

Kinda sounds like
you guys live together.

Whoa! No!

No, we're not ready for that.

She just stays over sometimes.

A...

A lot of times.

Oh, my God.

Did we accidentally move in together?

7-Adam-15,

we have reports of suspicious
activity in Griffith Park,

near the DWP relay station.

7-Adam-15, show us responding.

It's great that you guys
are so happy again.

What is it they say?

If you can survive a secret marriage,

you can survive anything?

Whoa.

7-Adam-15 on site.

Signs of forced entry.

We're gonna go in and check it out.

Lucy.

Move!

You sure you're okay?

Yes, sir.
Just a little banged up.

That explosion took out power
to most of the Valley.

Gonna take at least 12 hours
to restore it.

Here come the feds.

Matt, how have you been?

Me?
Anxious.

We've been hearing rumors about

a potential terror attack, for weeks,

and now it's happened.

Have you met Agent Fox?

- No. Wade Grey.
- Casey Fox.

That's Sergeant Bradford,

Officers Nolan and Chen.

Clearly, you're the ones
who found the bomb.

- Can you describe it?
- Not really.

All I saw was a timer, some wires,

- and then I was running for my life.
- Same,

but, my impression was that
it was fairly rudimentary.

Well, the bomb guys will get in there.

They'll take a look once it's safe,

and hopefully there's something left

that we can trace back to a source.

Of all the targets in the city,

why hit this place?

I mean,
there's no potential for casualties.

All they can do is knock
out power to the Valley.

I don't know yet,

but, there is a possibility
that this attack

is only the beginning,

which is why the FBI is taking over.

Matt, this guy almost killed
two of my officers.

We're not just gonna
stand on the sidelines.

Okay.

Let's "Super Friends"
the investigation...

Joint task force.

The first thing we need to do

is talk to all the witnesses
who called 911.

- Thanks for riding with me today.
- Yeah, of course.

I'm happy to keep filling
in on the detective side.

Because it keeps you out of uniform.

God, yes.

I feel like I'm already,
like, 90 months pregnant.

What?!

Uh, Professor Meadows,

I am Detective Harper.

This is Detective Lopez.

You called about an intruder.

Yes.

Yes.
Thank you for coming.

I woke up in the middle of the night,

and there was someone in my bedroom.

Can you describe him?

I can do better.

I sketched him.

Now, where did I put that drawing?

Uh, he was an alien.

I can...

Tell you that much to start.

You could tell he was undocumented,

- just by looking at him?
- No, no, no.

No, not that kind of alien.

No, he was, uh...

Oh.

He was a Heptapod.

With cosmically awful breath.

Oh, and, um, how do you know
it was a he?

Well, it was more of a feeling I got.

I-I certainly didn't see
any external genitalia,

or, I would have put it in the sketch.

Mr. Meadows,
are you on any medications?

Why does everyone always ask me that?

Listen to me.

An alien broke into my house,

and stole my manuscript...

the definitive treatise
on Los Angeles traffic patterns.

Why would an alien
travel across the galaxy,

for a book on traffic?

Understanding traffic,

is the key to human colonization.

- Right.
- Of course.

You-you think I'm crazy,
but I-I can prove it happened.

The alien attacked me.

I only survived because I managed

to lock myself in the bathroom.

He's white, dark hair, 30s.

With a scar under his left eye.

And he had an accent.

Um...

- Couldn't quite place it.
- Well, it was Russian.

Yeah, he sounded just like
Vladislav Ivanov.

- Who?
- Lelush.

The super-hot model

who was trapped on that
Chinese reality singing show.

- I mean...
- Can that be right?

Oh, yeah, Lelush is super cute.

No, I mean, the...

We need to pull them out.

TID got a partial on a piece
of the explosive device.

Prints came back
for an Ezekiel Freemont.

That is not a scar-faced Russian.

So we could be dealing
with a terror cell.

Police!

Clear!

All clear.
He's not here.

Okay, now we go into manhunt mode.

Let's get a BOLO going,

and I want agents on the doorstep

of everyone that this
guy has ever known

by sundown.

So, small world.

Turns out, our suspect's
high school guidance counselor,

Simone Clark, is currently a trainee

at the FBI Academy at Quantico.

So let's get her here ASAP.

Drifting is not proper FBI technique!

Oh. Aah!

What?
Hey... Oh.

Think we're good!

Whoo!

Trainee, pursuit is passing you!

Oh, no.

Here we go.

FBI!
Out of the car!

- On the ground!
- On your stomach! Do it now!

How'd I do?

Pretty good, right?

Where the hell,

did you learn to drive like that?

Claybourne High School
in D.C.

I was a guidance counselor there
for 20 years.

Taught Driver's Ed for eight of 'em,

till they realized

I was using the time,

to teach myself, and my students,

advanced driving techniques.

I also coached the wrestling team,

'cause I wanted to perfect
my hand-to-hand fighting style

so, I could pursue my dream,

of becoming an FBI Agent.

That's a...

Fun story.

But the FBI has a very specific
way of doing things,

- and a 50-year-old...
- 48.

48-year-old-former high school teacher

with a "Fast & Furious" fetish,

doesn't really fit our model.

Did I make a single mistake
on the driving course?

- No.
- Did I successfully

pit-maneuver this car,

and put the suspect under arrest?

Yes.

Alright, then I don't understand
what the problem is.

Trainee...

You are trying to succeed

at an agency where J. Edgar Hoover

once fired an agent for having acne.

You're either FBI material
or you're not.

- Simone Clark?
- Yes, sir.

Do you remember a student named
Ezekiel Freemont?

Zeke. Yes, sir.

He's the main suspect in
a terror attack in Los Angeles.

You're going to L.A.,

to brief investigative
agents on Mr. Freemont.

Happy to help, sir.

Have yourself
a very good day... Sir.

Let's go, Clark.

Based on his history,
our suspect clearly shares

several personality traits
with Ted Kaczynski,

otherwise known as the Unabomber.

Whoops.

Don't mind me, I...

I'm just gonna tuck in over here.

Ooh.
Excuse me, handsome.

No problem.

As I was saying,

Ezekiel Freemont fits the classic mold

of a high-IQ, low-empathy psychopath.

No, that's not right.

- Did you say something?
- No, no, no.

Keep goin'.

Becoming a bomber speaks
to his deep sense of anger,

and his impotency.

But social, and sexual tendencies...

- Oh, Lord.
- Excuse me.

Who are you?

I'm Simone Clark.

I-I just flew in from the Academy.

I was Zeke's guidance counselor
for three years in D.C.

Right, step out so
everybody can see you.

You clearly disagree,
with Marlin's profile.

I just don't recognize
the kid he's describing.

Zeke grew up in a violent home.

Had sensory-overload
issues because of it.

But I found him to be
a deeply empathetic person

who isolated himself from others
as a protection mechanism.

With all due respect,
you're a guidance counselor.

I'm a trained behavioral scientist

with three decades' experience.

And I got mad respect for you,

even if you don't appreciate,

what a good guidance counselor
brings to the table.

I've worked with literally thousands

of young men and women
at their most formative age,

from future criminals,
to future millionaires,

and everything in between,

and that made me an expert on people.

Where do you think Zeke
is hiding right now?

Someplace dark and quiet.

When the world got overwhelming,

he just went someplace to hide.

He feels safest underground.

Thank you for your insight,
Trainee Clark, but,

I'm gonna trust our profiler
on this one.

The guy that you knew in D.C.,

he's no longer the same guy.

We think,
that he's part of a terrorist cell,

intending to strike this city again.

And we need to catch him

before they set off a bomb...

one that kills innocent
people this time.

So let's get to work.

Um...

I just want to say, I am,

so sorry, for speaking out of turn.

So, w-what can I do now?

I mean, how can I help?

Y-You can't.

You should just go back
to the Academy.

The travel office
is on the fourth floor.

They'll give you a voucher for
a coach seat back to Virginia.

So, no private jet?

Pr...

Je... No.

Excuse me.

That was pretty brave,

the way you spoke up in there.

Thank you, but,

I don't think I did myself any favors.

- John Nolan.
- Simone Clark.

Did you hang back

'cause you wanted to
get my phone number?

No, ma'am.

Just to tell you,
I think they were wrong,

to dismiss your insight so quickly.

You're the only one in that room,

who actually knows
our Mr. Freemont.

In my book, that makes you
the only real expert.

Ooh.
Keep talkin'.

Well, if you're not in a rush
to get back to Quantico,

how would you like to ride
with me the rest of my shift,

help us find our suspect?

I'd love to.

This way.

How long you been on the job?

Only a couple years.

I was just the oldest rookie
in the LAPD.

What?
That's funny,

because I'm the oldest trainee
at the Academy.

So, why'd you change course
and sign up?

Found myself in the middle
of a bank robbery.

- What?
- Helping the people on the inside,

made me want to do more of it.

What about yourself?

I've always wanted to be an FBI agent,

but, I ended up on an off-ramp,

when I found out I was
pregnant with the twins.

They in college now, so,

time for Mama to
finish what she started.

It's not easy, though,

trying to keep up with
these 20-somethings.

Sheesh.

Every day,
I am determined to beat them, and,

every night, I crawl into
bed feeling beaten.

Can I offer you some hard-won advice?

Please.

You are never gonna beat them
at being 20-something.

But what you lack in flexibility, or,

the ability to run
up a flight of stairs,

without getting winded...

you more than make up for,
in life experience.

And that puts you
way ahead of the curve,

day one on the job.

I appreciate that.
Thank you.

Anytime.

Alright.

This is the closest tunnel
to Zeke's apartment.

- I'll go check it out.
- I'mma come with you.

No, it's not safe.
You're not even armed.

I'm telling you, I know this kid.

He's not a violent person.

And the bomb that nearly
killed me says differently.

- Well...
- Stay here.

7-Adam-15, I have eyes
on our bombing suspect.

Heading east toward King Street.

Zeke. Zeke!

Don't even think about it.

I got him.

Did you just steal my police vehicle?

No.

I borrowed it,
to catch a fleeing suspect.

You're welcome.

Miss Clark, is that you?

Yes, honey.

Please don't let that man kill me.

What man?

I know that look.

He's overloaded, shuttin' down.

If he wasn't handcuffed to
that table, he'd be under it.

Shouldn't you be on
a plane to Virginia?

Oh, that's my fault.
I asked her to stay.

W-Without Simone, we wouldn't
have our suspect in custody.

Well, I'm glad
that she was of service.

But tell me something, Trainee,

in the Bureau,
what are you taught to do,

- when given an order?
- Follow it, sir, to the letter.

Matt, considering her
relationship with the suspect,

we were thinking that she should
take point on the interview.

Absolutely not.

She's a NAT, nowhere even close
to being qualified.

Agent Fox is right.

We'll conduct the interview ourselves.

Get yourself back to Quantico
now, while you can.

Mr. Freemont...

We're with the FBI.

You are in a lot of trouble.

I'll, um, walk you out.

If you need any recommendations

on places to eat before your flight...

Thanks, but I know all the good spots.

At least, I used to.

I grew up here.

Really?

Any family you want
to see before you leave?

None that wants to see me.

Trainee, hold up!

Suspect says he'll only talk to you.

Can we lose the shackles?

Yes, of course.

Hey, Zeke.

It's me, Miss Clark.

Remember to breathe, okay?

When I first met Zeke,

he was really struggling in school.

Every day,

he was either acting out,

freaking out, or zoning out.

But then we spent some time together,

and I realized he just
needed help transitioning

from the chaos at home.

So I told him to come in my office,

every morning.

And what did you say?

That I didn't wanna talk.

Mm-hmm, that's right.

And I told him he didn't have to.

He could use that time to get quiet.

And that's what we did.

Every day for two years,

he would come to my office,

sit for 15 minutes,

then go to class.

And who became an "A" student?

Yeah, after a few weeks,

she bought me an MP3 player
and some headphones,

so I could listen to
music in the morning.

Mm-hmm.

I'm in real trouble, huh?

I'm afraid you are.

What can you tell us,

about the man with
the scar on his face?

I don't know who he is, I swear.

I needed money, so I've been

selling my engineering
skills on the dark web.

He paid you to build a bomb for him?

No, just the detonators.

Detonators?

As in, more than one?

I made him six,

along with a regular timer

and five with GPS triggers.

T-Those are special.

I-I-I built them,

so they'd go off when they reach

a programmed set of coordinates.

And what were the coordinates?

Oh, he didn't tell me.

I-I-I gave him the instructions

on how to program them in himself.

You knowingly helped a terrorist?

He said he was a research scientist,

and that it was for a project
that he was working on.

I-I-I knew it didn't sound right,

but, I was desperate for money.

And about the time I got
to the exchange,

I realized I made a mistake,
but it was too late.

He grabbed the detonators,

and tried to shoot me.

I ran away and hid.

Zeke, is there anything else

you can tell us about this man?

His name,

the kind of car he drives?

I told you everything I know, man.

I'm sorry I let you down, Miss Clark.

That is a very troubled young man.

You really believe he didn't know

he was making detonators, for bombs?

I don't know.

For such a smart kid,
he could sometimes act a fool.

Now he's looking at a
lifetime of incarceration

due to federal mandatory minimums.

I gotta get this kid a lawyer.

Uh, do you really think
that's a good idea?

That's not gonna make you
any friends at the Bureau.

I know, but Zeke's one of my kids.

I told my students on day one,

"Miss Clark will
always have your back,"

"no matter what."

That's not gonna stop
just 'cause he graduated.

Is there anything I can do to help?

I appreciate that, but,

I know somebody
I can go to about this.

It was a pleasure
working with you, John.

Wish I could stick around
to help you catch the guy.

Me too.

And, Simone,

don't let them get you down.

You're the real thing.

Professor "Alien" called again.

He wants an update on
the Heptapod who stole his book.

Well, according to his colleagues,

he was actually telling
the truth about one thing.

He is the foremost expert
on urban planning.

Unfortunately, he also pioneered
LSD micro-dosing.

- And accidentally fried his brain?
- Yeah.

He has been having
hallucinations ever since.

Hello?

Professor Meadows, we were just
discussing your case.

Hold on.
Let me put you on speaker.

And I just
remembered something about the break-in.

When the alien fled,
I looked out the window

and saw him jump
into a red flying saucer.

Oh, it was more of an oval
now that I think about it.

Okay, got it. If you remember
anything else, let us know.

So, should I put out a BOLO
for a red spaceship?

No, but if we assume
that the attack is real,

then it's possible what he saw,
was a red car.

So we should start pulling

- traffic-cam footage.
- No problem.

There's only about a
million red cars in Los Angeles.

Hey, Grey wants all hands on deck.

Oh, thank God.

Come on, people,

can't rely on the feds
to solve this for us.

Well, Zeke said he made
six detonators for our bomber.

The first one, a countdown timer,

that was used at the relay station,

and the other five, GPS-enabled.

If only we had an idea
what the targets are.

Hey, maybe we could extrapolate them,

from the first target,
the power station.

There's got to be a reason
he hit that thing first.

No-no,
not because he wanted to hurt people.

He only knocked out the power
to a big chunk of the Valley.

What if that was the point?

What if he wanted to, uh,
get something, or do something,

that he didn't have access to
unless the power was off?

There's at least a dozen banks.

Jewelry stores, a check-cashing place.

I mean, there's no
high-value targets here.

Nothing that is
a terrorist's wet dream.

National Guard Armory.

That... That's gotta be it.

And there are enough weapons
there for an entire platoon.

And enough explosive munitions
to take out a hundred targets.

I'm sorry, but the
armory's in lockdown right now.

I'm the one who called you earlier...

About your husband.

Is Brady okay?

For now.

And so long as you do as you promised,

you'll see him tonight.

Now, let's get to work.

Control, 7-Adam-100,
be advised Adam-15,

Adam-4, Adam-22, and us are Code 3

to the National Guard Armory

for a possible 459 in progress.

Will advise, Bailey,
we're three minutes out.

Any sign of our terror suspect?

Not yet, but the armorer chief
isn't answering his radio.

We're entering the cage.

Got a man down!

John, he's here.
Or he was.

Stay with him.

Everyone, on me.

He's fleeing in one of our Humvees.

South gate.

There he is.

7-Adam-100, suspect vehicle
heading west on Vernon.

Show us in pursuit.

Whoa, whoa.

Geez.

We need to stop this guy.

That's not a minivan,
it's a mini-tank.

Bulletproof, bombproof.

Our shops can't pit-maneuver it.

We have to wait for the BearCat.

Maybe we can box the Humvee in,
force him off the road.

There's one way we can find out.

Okay, Nolan,

get on his left.
We'll take the right.

You have to ram him in unison,
alright?

Aim for the doors.

Whatever you do, don't hit the wheels.

What? Why? What happens

- if I hit his wheels?
- We'll die,

and you'll forever be known
as an LAPD cautionary tale.

Oh, great, proving my mother
right once and for all.

Wait. I'll be
the cautionary tale?

No way.
If this goes bad,

we will both be disgraced together.

- In position.
- Alright, on three.

One, two, three!

Show me your hands!
Now!

Hey, Daddy.

What are you doing
in L.A.?

Uh,
you'd know if you answered my calls,

- or, my texts or my...
- Are you still in the FBI?

Technically, I'm just a trainee,
but...

He did not just close this door
in my face.

Daddy!

Open the door.
We need to talk.

Are my grandkids okay?

The twins are fine.

Then there's nothing for us
to talk about.

Uh...

Open this damn door!

Da...

Your neighbors are out here
looking at me like I'm crazy.

Hey, Mr. Jenkins.

Your dog is so cute.

This is embarrassing!

Not as embarrassing as being a leader,

in the "Defund The Police" movement,

with a daughter in the FBI.

Do not close this door,
you stubborn old man.

If you don't want to talk to
your only daughter, fine.

But I'm not here as your daughter.

I'm here as an advocate.

- For who?
- Zeke Freemont.

He's one of my former students.

Now he's being charged as an accessory,

in a domestic terror plot.

And you're the only person I trust,

to get him a lawyer
that'll actually give a damn.

So, see?

This is not about you and me.

This is about a kid,
who deserves a second chance.

So, will you help me?

My husband was abducted by this man.

He threatened to kill Brady if I
didn't do exactly what he said.

Okay.
Can you describe him?

Russian, at least, his accent.

Scar on his face.

What did he steal from my armory?

200 kilos of C-4 explosives.

Now, nobody asked you to cook.

Okay, you want me to throw it out?

- Mmm!
- Okay?

Mm-hmm.
It tastes just like your mother's.

Miles Davis.
I love this song.

Yeah, me too,

but, it's Dizzy Gillespie.

Bup-bup-bup-bup.
Back up.

Don't even come over here
reaching in these pots.

Mama's recipe, Mama's rules.

We eat at the table.

Oh, I miss everything
about your mother...

Except her damn rules.

You would always rope me in
as your accomplice

to break every single
last one of them.

We drove Mama crazy
with our foolishness.

Yeah.

We used to be so close, Daddy.

Well, that's on you.

Joining the feds,

After everything I went through

at the hands of law enforcement...

- Everything we went through.
- Really?

Because, I was the one incarcerated

for a crime, I didn't commit,

away from you, your mother.

Which is why I'll find a lawyer

for your student who is in trouble.

But, Simone, you are on
the wrong side of this trouble.

It was an FBI investigation,

that got you exonerated.

And it was FBI investigations,

that tried to compromise Martin,

Malcolm, Angela,

Black Lives Matter.

Daddy, a good agent,

can make more positive
change with one case,

than most people do in a lifetime.

Oh, what's that?

Quote for the yearbook?

Come on, give me a real reason

why you are doing this.

Because we make up less than 1%.

Black women make up
less than 1% of the FBI.

Speeches at rallies only do so much.

If we want real justice,

we need a voice on the inside.

You just don't get it.

Once you're in the FBI,

they'll change you.

Well, we will never know.

'Cause I am about that close,

to being kicked out.

For what?

Well, apparently, there's
two ways of doing things...

the FBI way, and the wrong way.

And guess which one I'm excelling in.

So I'm screwed.

Not according to Miles Davis.

He said, "When you hit a wrong note,"

"it's the next note,"

"that makes it good or bad."

They haven't kicked you out yet.

So what happens next is on you.

It's great advice, Daddy,

but I thought you said you
didn't want me to be in the FBI.

No, I don't.

But nobody tells my baby girl,

that she doesn't belong.

Wow.

The FBI doesn't really do
moderation, do they?

Seriously, it's like a spaceship.

- Get any sleep?
- No, but, uh,

Sleeping Beauty here got an hour
in the back of the shop.

Sergeant's stripes
come with privileges.

Don't be jealous.

Okay, people, listen up.

Garza has an update.

It's a whole new ballgame.

The amount of explosives stolen

sent shock waves
through D.C. overnight.

Homeland Security is
now getting involved,

as is ATF, which means,

this is no longer a joint task force.

It's wholly federal now.

All due respect, LAPD has busted
their ass in this case.

Hey, I get it.

I do, but my hands are tied.

A terrorist got away
with over 200 kilos of C-4,

so that kind of changes,
the complexion of things.

Are you blaming my guys for that?

Did I say that, Wade?

Oh, no, uh, we're all a little tired,

but, I think we can remember

we're all on the same team here.

You're not talking to security guards,
Matt.

We've investigators,

and we're not gonna
stop hunting this guy

because you tell us to.

Can we talk about this
in private, please?

You're damn straight.

My office.

- I got a problem.
- Me too.

I've been scrubbing traffic-cam
footage for hours,

hunting for an extraterrestrial.

No, no, I'm serious.

What is it?

- The baby?
- No.

TID pulled partial prints
from the professor's rear door.

You know, the one that
the aliens jimmied open?

That's not a problem.
That's great.

It has to belong to the attacker.

Exactly.
So I ran the prints,

- and they came back as classified.
- What?

Yeah, so,
I called my friend over at the DEA

who has top-secret clearance,

and I asked her to run the prints,

and she was denied access, too.

- Who the hell is our suspect?
- I don't know,

but the classified designation,

for our suspect originated from...

The Air Force base at Groom Lake.

Okay, your vocal inflection

leads me to believe that's a big deal,

but, for the life of me,
I don't know why.

How do you not know about Groom Lake?

Paradise Ranch?
Dreamland?

Also known as Area 51.

Isn't that where the government
supposedly keeps the...

Aliens?

Yeah.

You think I'm pissed
off because you hurt our feelings?

What the hell
are you still doing here?

Oh, I just need five minutes
with Agent Garza.

You're supposed to be back
at Quantico.

You and I both know,
that as soon as I get back

to the Academy,
they gonna find a reason to fire me.

Here is the only place
I can prove I belong.

You're still a trainee.

It's not gonna happen.

Can you honestly say that
all my contributions

haven't earned me a place
on this task force?

Absolutely.

A NAT who can't follow orders
has no place in the FBI.

Okay. Look...

My father was incarcerated,
for a crime he didn't commit.

I know.
I read your file.

Okay, w-well, here's what's not in it.

My father was an
amazing trumpet player.

He was a jazz prodigy.

After eight years in prison,

never picked up his horn again.

He let the system steal that from him.

He didn't even put up a fight.

He gave up on his music,
his dreams, all of it.

But let me guess.

It's not gonna be you.

Look at you,
finally starting to get me.

Let me tell you what I
wish someone told me

when I was a blue flamer,
trying to prove myself.

The FBI isn't a safe space
for women's empowerment.

It's a boys' club.

Now, you still have a chance

to make it.

All you have to do is fit in
by hiding who you really are.

Honey, there's no hiding this.

Simone,

I'm trying to help you.

I know, Casey...

Agent Fox.

A-And I'm sorry,

for whatever you had to
put up with to do this job.

But the one thing I learned
in this life

is to be true to who I am.

So, I'm waiting right here
for Agent Garza.

Okay.

Here's what we're gonna do.

I'm gonna call a professional...

someone you
could talk to about all of this.

But, you're working with the aliens.

No, Professor,

we are the ones
who are trying to help you.

We believe that your attacker

is, or was, in the military.

Yes, the galactic alien army.

Okay, okay, maybe your attacker
was an alien.

The truth finally prevails
with you conniving WIBs.

WIBs?

Women in Black.

Hi, y'all.
I'm Simone with the FBI.

Can I speak to you two for a hot sec?

Hey, I'm not trying to tell you
how to do your job,

but, that man is having
a clinical delusion.

He's unable to process logic,

so, you challenging him,

is only pushing him further
towards his beliefs.

And you playing along,
is just making him think

his delusions are real.

Are you a psychiatrist or...

I was a guidance counselor.

I worked with kids
experiencing everything

from schizoaffective disorder
to severe horniness.

So, you think you can
get through to him

in a way that we can't?

I think I can charm and disarm him,

and it might bring him back
to reality.

We could definitely use
some more reality.

Give it a try.

Hello, sir.

I am not a Woman in Black.

See?
I'm wearing brown and tan.

It's cute, right?

Mind if we go somewhere
where we could talk?

When I was a little girl,

I used to go out in the yard

and look for UFOs.

And then, one night, they found me.

Extraterrestrials?

Well, no, a family of possums,

rooting around in our trash cans.

I thought they were ETs.

Have you ever seen
one of those things up close?

It's otherworldly.

But I never stopped believing
that it was possible

we're not alone in the universe.

We're not.

I was attacked by a Heptapod,

who smelled of chocolate and blood.

Okay, see, now,

Professor, that makes me wonder

why you're the only person
who saw this bizarre creature.

Because he's a shape-shifter
who can take on many forms.

Okay. Like what?

A white man in his 30s.

Okay, what else can you tell me
about him,

when he was a white man in his 30s?

He spoke Russian.

Well, at least, he had an accent.

- It's hard to remember.
- W-Well, Professor,

did the man have a scar,

on the left side of his face?

You've seen him, too.

I'll be right back.

Do you have a task force BOLO?

I can pull it up on my phone.

Professor...

Is this the man that attacked you,

inside your home?

Yes!
That's him.

Okay, everybody, our suspect
is renting a house

in Lincoln Heights,
under the name Trevor Gurin.

We tracked him there through
traffic-cam footage

from his origin point
at the professor's house.

That's great work, detectives.

Actually, Simone deserves the credit.

She's the one who put it all together.

Good work.

Thank you, sir.
I just...

Mobilize additional agents and HRT.

And notify Homeland and ATF.

So, you two on me.
Get schematics for the house,

- send them to my box.
- I'll put in for a telephonic warrant.

Alright.

So, you think I should
put you on the task force?

Honestly,

only a fool would keep me off it.

Are you calling me a fool?

Are you putting me on the task force?

Yeah.

You're riding with me.
Let's go.

Yes!

Go, go, go!

Secure the perimeter.

We got a body!

Is it our suspect?

No, the abducted husband.

Given how cold he is,

I'd say Gurin killed him last night,

when he got back from
stealing the explosives.

House is clear.
For all we know,

this guy's pulling off
his next attacks as we speak.

So let's tear this place apart.

We're looking for
anything that might indicate

our unsub's targets.

All units, be advised
suspect still at large.

Male Caucasian, armed and dangerous.

Hey, I-I think this is a map.

It has to have been
of L.A.,

and there were other pins in it.

If we could find the publisher,

maybe we could match
the pinholes with locations?

Yeah, on it, we got a whole
department of eggheads,

who love solving
these kinds of puzzles.

- You got something?
- There's no mattress in there.

This guy was just sleeping
on a hard-ass floor.

Alright, so, what do you think
it means?

He's punishing himself.

Nothing soft, nothing warm,

no creature comforts.

Military man, maybe?

Used to sleeping on the ground?
Finds a bed too soft?

Or maybe too indulgent.

So, what's a better way
to stay focused on the mission

than to take away
every small pleasure?

Sure, that tracks.

What I can't wrap my mind around

is the connection to Area 51.

Why would they classify
his fingerprints?

You know, stories about aliens

at Area 51 were only a cover

that they were doing
covert operations there.

So, what are we saying?
Our suspect had ties to

classified U.S. operations?

Geez, what a nightmare that would be.

Chen found something.

Uh, I figured he would write
on the map,

so I did a wall rubbing,
uh, I found a word.

It's faint,
but I think it says "Enervo."

- What does that mean?
- It's Latin.

It means
"to deprive of power."

Yeah, I worked with a lot of CIA
guys in Afghanistan,

and Enervo is just the type

of pretentious code name
they'd give an op.

"Deprive of power" is exactly

what he was doing
with the first bombing.

You think he'd go after
more relay stations?

No.

In a ground war, what's
the military's first target?

Take out the enemy's infrastructure.

- Power, water...
- Roads.

That's why he stole the
professor's book on traffic.

Quickest way to cripple this city...

Take out the freeways.

Hello.

I'm Professor Meadows.

I'm so pleased you
all agreed to help me

with my little research project,

on traffic patterns in Los Angeles.

Inside the envelope,
you'll find your first payment

and, your precise driving route
for the day.

It's vital

that you follow the exact
directions in your envelope.

Otherwise,

you won't get your delivery payment.

Excellent.

Then get going.

And remember, drive safe.

Alright, let's get going.

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