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Suspect Amos
Garcia has been classified

as a potential extremist.

His threat level against
the Bureau has increased.

A warrant has been
issued for his arrest.

Hey.

You're kidding me.

What are you doing here?

I was hoping you could tell me.

No, I mean, this
isn't... isn't my case.

- Hi.
- It's not mine, either. Hi.

Huh.

Of all the agents,
they choose us?

- After all this time?
- Yeah.

Can't just be random, right?
There's got to be a reason.

- You expecting anyone else?
- No.

Amos?

Amos Garcia? This is the FBI.

Not only are we now one
of the greatest countries

on this Earth,

we are now also
one of the safest.

Not only are we now one
of the greatest countries

on this Earth,

we are now also
one of the safest.

Not only are we now one
of the greatest countries

on this Earth...

You think this was
left here for us?

How could he have
known we were coming?

The greatest
countries on this Earth,

we are now also
one of the safest.

Not only are we now one
of the greatest countries

on this Earth,

we are now also
one of the safest.

Hey, you know, you can't
just stop like that,

- in the middle of the road.
- Sorry.

Who are you?

Why? You think I look too old?

Too old for what?

- To be your classmate.
- Oh.

No, I don't think
you look old at all.

I'm-I'm Ashley Poet, but
everybody calls me Poet.

I'm Murphy. I'm a cop.

- Or was a cop.
- Hmm. Makes sense,

since you pulled me over.

Uh, well, old habits, I suppose.

12 years, Salt Lake City.

- What about you?
- I was a nurse.

Oh, my God.

Is your heart just about
to burst with pride?

You get nervous around
new people, don't you?

You try to be funny, but it
just ends up sounding obnoxious,

and then you're left
scratching your head,

wondering what went wrong.

Well, you want to
know what I think?

I think we're about to have
one of those friendships

that starts off really bad

but then gets really good.

Hello?

Hey. You okay?

Four of us share this bathroom.

They call us "suitemates,"

as in we're "en suite"
and "roommates."

I can't be in a place that
calls people suitemates.

Right.

Is this really about the doors?

I have $12.50 to my name.

I spent the last of my
money on the flight here,

'cause I thought if I could
make it to the Academy,

it would all be okay.

Our food is paid for,
a place to sleep...

Well, we do get paid to be here.

Our first check arrives
in, like, a week.

We have to buy our own uniforms.

I think they give
us our own uniforms.

They don't even give
us coat hangers.

I can't go to our
induction class

the only person
without a uniform,

explaining why I don't
even have the money

to buy a pair of pants.

Well, I mean, I-I could
lend you the money.

I wasn't asking for a loan.

Yeah, I know you weren't.

I shouldn't be here.

What if I...

told you that I-I
need you to stay?

You don't know me.

No, but...

I will.

Everything you do

for the next five months

will be evaluated.

Not just the classes,

not just the
instruction and tests.

The small stuff.

Who do you sit next
to at breakfast?

What time do you
go to bed at night?

We have 300 million
Americans to protect

and only 13,000
agents to do it with.

So we need to know you better
than you know yourselves.

My name is Drew.

I'll be one of your counselors.

I'm Gabriel.

I'm the other person
trying to figure out

the mystery of who you all are.

The FBI's first ever
New Agent Class. 1935.

Do you know what was
special about this class?

Nothing.

Except that they were the first.

I've spent most of
my career teaching

because I believe I could
play a bigger role in here

than I could out there.

I've had good classes.

I've even had a
few great classes.

But I never had an
exceptional class.

I'm running out of time,

so I hope that class is you.

We want each of you to stand up

and say something
about yourselves.

Let's start with you.

My name is Daniel Lennix.

I was a lawyer,

and I thought, this is
my father's profession

and his father before him,

but it is not mine.

So joining the FBI is a
statement of your identity?

That's-that's not
what I meant, sir.

Well, I'm glad
we could be of service,

trainee Lennix.

You may sit down.

How about you?

My name is Hour Nazari.

My parents were born in Iran.

My father was an
academic in Tehran.

Um, my mother was an accountant.

Why did they move here?

He was arrested by officers

from the Ministry
of Intelligence.

What was
he arrested for?

Carrying a backpack of
books on the Soviet Union.

Um, for two weeks,
they interrogated him.

"Why are you reading
these books?"

He told them, um, he
was a history buff.

In the third week,
they tortured him.

When his answers didn't
change, they let him go.

After that, my parents
sought asylum here.

How about you?

Uh...

I'm Tayo Michaels.

I'm 30 years old, and
I worked in insurance

before applying to the Bureau.

What made
you change careers?

This is
gonna sound nerdy, sir.

No, trainee,
I'm-I'm interested.

Tell me.

Okay. I...

discovered that
premiums vary 60%,

depending on who
the assessor is.

Exact same circumstances,
60% difference.

And as I sat in my nice office,

with my nice ergonomic chair

and my very nice
six-figure salary,

I just... thought
to myself that...

this isn't the kind of injustice

that I want to spend
my life fixing.

How about you?

You're next.

"There once
was a poor farmer

"who lived with his sick wife.

"Their clothes were rags

"and their stomachs ached.

"Their land was so barren,
they could hardly grow

"enough food to eat.

"One day, the farmer
was so desperate

"he cried out...

"'Please help me. My
life is so hard.'"

The FBI are here.

They want to talk to you.

The FBI?

Can I finish the story?

He's the suspect.

His brother is a patient here.

We're told
you're close to him.

His name is Alfie.

We tried speaking to him.

Just
started screaming.

We were wondering
if you might have more...

success.

His brother's
never visited here.

What do you think he could know?

It's probably a waste of time.

I'll do it.

Just not here.

He's... he's coming.

He's coming to get me.

He's-he's-he's...

You ever thought
of joining the FBI?

No. I haven't.

We're looking for
different kinds of people,

outside of law enforcement.

How's that going?

Will you think about it?

Maybe see it as a chance to
stop people being harmed,

rather than helping
them afterwards.

As a student
of the FBI Academy,

I devote myself to the pursuit
of truth and knowledge.

I subscribe to the
highest standards of honesty,

integrity, fidelity
and honorable behavior.

I subscribe to the
highest standards of honesty,

integrity, fidelity
and honorable behavior.

Sir, may we bury it?

Okay, Nathan, we can do that.

How do
you feel, Nathan?

Better, sir.

Trainee, what do you
think of all this?

I think it was a very
kind gesture, Nathan.

Trainee? Any thoughts?

No, I thought it was a
really nice thing to do.

I guess we're done.
Class dismissed.

Nathan, I want to talk to you.

Hey. What did you really think?

I think that his
bags will be packed

by the time I get
back to our room.

No, they just swore him in.

They're not gonna
kick him out already.

We'll just have to find out.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Guess I was wrong.

He wasn't even allowed
to pack his own things.

They sent two people
to pack it for him.

- You saw it all happen?
- Oh, yeah.

Look.

Left something behind, though.

It wasn't a bird he was burying.

I'm so glad we're
in the same class.

So am I.

We have reports of gunfire

coming from inside
this apartment.

No gunfire here, Officer.

Do you mind if we
take a look around?

I'll check the back.

Hey.

You okay?

Hey, can you get under
the bed and hide for me?

Yeah?

Good. Okay, stay there.

I'm not trying
to play both...

What are you talking about?!

Yo, yo. Wait, wait, wait. Hold up!

Code 3, shots fired. Officer
in need of assistance.

What'd you hear
about this department

before you joined?

I heard it was corrupt.

Yet here you are.

- My life didn't turn out the way I expected.
- Bullshit.

There are plenty of jobs.

Why aren't you selling shoes?

I'm a police officer.

You're a
small-town cop.

Why'd you move here?

- Because...
- You like girls? Or boys?

- That's none of your business.
- Ha. Girls, then.

So, you move to the big city.

No friends, no family.

What? Think we didn't rake over
your pitiful personal life?

I know you did.

I've seen them following me.

They're not very good.

You got one more chance.

You either give me an answer
that I find acceptable,

or you go back home.

Why are you here?

I wanted to be a
part of something.

He was a snitch.

For the FBI.

You sent me there to
see if I knew him?

And you didn't.

Welcome to the family.

The undercover operation Blue
Score began nine months ago.

It took three months for them to
invite me to join their family.

I have been in this
family ever since,

collecting information.

How did you record
their conversations

when they were so paranoid
about being infiltrated?

Well, he didn't trust me,
but he trusted my gun.

So, why did you succeed

when every other
undercover agent failed?

I never tried to fit in.

I... I didn't
pretend to like them.

She played hard to get.

We're done here.

They want to make a
big show of this bust.

They want you there, when
they make the arrests.

At the precinct?

Well, I ca... I
can't go back in.

That's-that's not how it's done.

They're your orders.

While
you were undercover,

you refused to check in with
your psychiatric evaluator?

If you're playing a role, it's
easier not to talk about it.

And w-when you applied to join
the FBI, you were engaged?

Mm-hmm.

Was that your last
serious relationship?

No, there was one other.

What happened with
the engagement?

We were living together,

making plans for the future,

and I...

I told him about
applying to the FBI.

And he said he was proud
of me. "Go for it."

And in the midst
of my application,

um...

there was the spousal interview.

- Right.
- Right, and they, um,

they asked him if he would
be open to relocating,

um, depending on
where I was stationed,

and he said no, so...

So the FBI halted
my application.

Did he understand the
consequences of his answer?

Yeah.

I mean, I had been very clear.

Well, why do you
think he said that?

He didn't think I'd
make it that far.

So you left him.

Well, what other
choice did I have?

You could've stopped
your FBI application.

This wasn't about me choosing
between him and the FBI.

You know, he...
revealed himself.

He let me down.

And if the FBI should
ever let you down?

We'd have a lot more to worry
about than my broken heart.

Broken hearts
are worth worrying about, too.

Management teach you
to work those stairs?

Oh, you think I
staged my entrance?

You chose the location,
you're five minutes late.

Huh.

Congratulations.

The biggest police corruption
bust in the Bureau's history?

Thanks, I guess.

That must've been tough.

I find what you do tough.

Oh, yeah?

What do I do?

What, you don't know?

I like to be reminded.

You do the big decisions.

Are you making fun of me?

You used to like it once.

Or was that before you became

Associate Executive
Assistant Director?

Right now, we are
talking like old friends,

reminiscing after
all these years.

What are we doing?

There's a reason you
were at those arrests.

I gave the order.

We knew it would be rough.

Wh... It wasn't rough,
it was dangerous.

We wanted to
create the impression

that you'd burnt out.

Assign you a desk job.

Have you attend
psychiatric evaluations.

- This is my cover?
- It is.

What's my assignment?

Right here, inside the FBI.

We'll be in touch.

Missed you.

You, too.

Why are you standing outside?

I don't know.

You're ridiculous.

So, I arrived,

um, after, you know,
11 months undercover.

It doesn't feel real.

You know, there's
nothing in the cabinets.

There's no one there
waiting for me.

They're like tours of duty.

I don't know how
many more I can take.

The Bureau talked to me.

- About what?
- About you.

They asked whether you
could work with me,

to transfer over.

You didn't know?

Mm-mm. No.

I think it's a great idea.

Not as a favor.

We'd be lucky to have you.

It's the world's most
powerful criminal database.

I'd love to know
what you make of it.

And this is an exciting time.

I...

I'd love you to be part of it.

Why didn't you tell me?

I wanted the
surprise to be real.

- We don't spy on our own.
- Sometimes we have to.

This is one of those times?

Hour's work could
fundamentally change

the way the Bureau operates.

Tell me this isn't because
her parents are from Iran.

No, come on, Poet. It had
nothing to do with that.

If you have concerns,
talk to her.

This is bigger than
friendships, okay?

We need someone on the
inside of her operation.

It's not gonna be me.

Then we'll find someone else.

Wouldn't you rather it be you?

Sometimes I forget
why we broke up,

but you always
fucking remind me.

Hey.

Am I... am I
disturbing your work?

Not at all.

I had an idea I
wanted to run past you.

- Sure. Go for it.
- You know Evans's wife

is staying at the
motel in Triangle?

Yeah. Yeah, yeah,
you mentioned it.

He's going back and forth
from the base to the motel.

He's not hanging out with
us as much as he'd like,

so, I thought maybe we could

all have a meal
together this weekend?

Yeah, in-in Triangle?

There's a Mexican restaurant,

quesos, two and
half stars on Yelp.

Wow.

I think it's a good idea, too.

Great. I'll, uh... I'll
make the reservation.

Can you talk to Tayo?

Yeah. I don't know if
he'll come, but I'll try.

- Okay. See ya.
- All right.

Nothing is gonna happen.

It's already happening.

So was your
family disappointed

you didn't become a lawyer?

No. No, they, uh...

- Here you go.
- Thanks.

My, uh, parents figured
with a little bit of...

public service under my belt,

they could line me up
to run for senator.

Wow. Is that really
how it works?

Yeah. Right now, my
parents are doing the math

on how many extra votes I'll get

if I take a bullet
in the line of fire.

Oh, my gosh.

Yeah. How about you?

Um, I... I never met my dad.

Though I'm told he
was a really nice guy,

right until the
day that he left.

Did you ever try to find him?

No. No, he's not a
mystery that I'm...

that I'm interested in solving.

- Oh.
- Mm-mm.

No, my mom raised me on her own.

You know, she was kind of my
mom, my dad, my best friend.

Hmm.

Well, she must be
very proud of you.

Yeah, she was. She passed.

I'm sorry.

I was 18. I was...

I was out of the house,
I was in college.

Um... she had a
nervous breakdown.

It was...

It was almost like she was...

carrying me on her back.

And when she, you know, got
me over the finish line,

- she collapsed.
- Hmm.

She was in and out of
hospitals until the end,

and... I think it's
why I became a nurse.

Like, to pay back the
debt that I owed her.

But?

I just never felt close to her,

you know, in those hospitals.

And when that agent just
showed up out of nowhere

and asked me if I
wanted to join the FBI,

I, uh...

Like, I don't know. It felt
like she was talking to me.

Like, um...

she was telling me she didn't
want me in the hospital.

Oh, my God. I sound
so mystical, don't I?

No.

Poet and Lennix are going to
be married within five years.

- Poet and Lennix?
- Mm-hmm.

Okay, I'll take that bet.

- Oh, yeah.
- Okay, you are crazy.

- Oh, yeah, I'll take it.
- It's inevitable.

Yeah, but Poet is too busy
looking after everybody else

to be looking after
herself, so...

Yeah. You may be right.

I am. I am definitely
right about that.

What about you?

- Hmm.
- You got your eye on anybody?

- No.
- No one?

No one.

What about you?

Oh, no, no, no, no. I'm-I'm...
I'm never getting married.

- What are you talking about?
- It's never gonna happen,

and I-I've made peace
with it a long time ago.

- It's just not...
- Okay.

The people who say they're
never gonna get married

are always the first to
be swept off their feet.

Oh, my God. It's...
That's not me.

- I'm not...
- I guarantee it.

Um, hey, everybody,

um, thanks for coming tonight.

Lennix for putting
this all together.

Um,

I'm not really one for,
uh, speeches, obviously.

Um, so a toast to Class of '09.

Class of '09.

Cheers.

Cheers.

Why do you have your car here?

Uh, because I drove to Quantico.

Oh.

From California.

Yeah, the whole way.

You, uh, didn't want
to be seen arriving

on an airport minibus?

No.

Not enough romance to it, huh?

There's no romance to it.

- Hey, I got the chariot, okay?
- Thank you.

- You're welcome. Yeah.
- Do you want to sit...? - You know, uh,

actually, I'm gonna...
I'm gonna ride with them.

- What are you doing?
- It's a tight space...

Hey, there is...
there is no space

- in that car for you, okay?
- No. Come.

Go.

Mm-hmm.

♪ Touch me ♪

♪ I'm going to
scream if you don't ♪

♪ Inside I know we have
the feeling that you want ♪

The Senate Judiciary
Committee will come to order.

Director Michaels,

you're nearing the
end of your ten years

as director of the FBI.

The question for this hearing

is whether it's right
to extend your term.

I've overseen one of
the most radical changes

to the way that the
Bureau operates.

I've integrated
groundbreaking technology

into our investigative process.

Artificial intelligence
that misses nothing

and judges everyone as equals.

And as a consequence,

we have all enjoyed one
of the steepest periods

of criminal decline that
this country has ever seen.

We can now say that
not only are we one

of the greatest
nations on Earth,

we are also one of the safest.

Director, if
the system is so great,

why do you need five more years?

Progress...

is like a child, isn't it?

You must protect it.

You must... keep
your arms around it.

And that's why I'm here.

Good to see you, Poet.

It's good to see you, too.

What brings you here?

I was sent to arrest Amos Garcia

without any idea why.

Wasn't working on his case.

And then I found out that
you had requested it?

That's true. I sent you
there. You and Murphy.

Why?

Amos... is unwell.

Mentally, physically.

He has become a
very dangerous man.

He has ideas on you,
and he has ideas on me.

Where is he now?

That's the thing.
We don't know.

Am I being followed?

You're being protected, Poet.

Computer, restore lights.

Computer?

Take off your mask slowly.

It stops cameras
from tracking me.

Amos, what are you
doing in my home?

You were in my home.

I know where your career began.
I know where it ended up.

- Where is that?
- As the puppet of a justice system

you no longer understand.

I'm going
to cuff you now.

I'm not going to hurt you.

The dream was to help
agents arrest people

for crimes they'd committed,

not to arrest them
for their thoughts.

Law enforcement

has surrounded this apartment.

An arrest is imminent.

Please lay facedown
on the floor,

and no harm will come to you.

They're watching you.

Law enforcement
has surrounded...

- It's the Bureau.
- Good luck.

Amos, put the gun down!

- FBI!
- Get on the ground!

Get on the ground! Gun! Gun!

Cover!

He was in here for five minutes.

He must have said something.

What did he say?

Nothing I can make sense of.