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Previously on Class of '09...

Poet, I can't do this anymore.

Do what?

I don't know how to be
a little bit in love.

We either do everything
or we do nothing,

and you don't want everything,

so it has to be nothing.

Okay, if that's how you feel.

HOUR: You integrated artificial
intelligence with my system?

It's just a trial, Hour.

If I'm wrong, then I'll pay
the price, but if I'm right,

we all win.

You have no idea
what the price will be.

POET: Hiding amongst
this crowd of victims,

there could be
multiple serial killers,

and no one has
identified any of them.

Hey.

I can help.

The arrests are
becoming predictive.

To better prevent crime,

it arrests people likely
to commit a crime.

MINISTER:
This is a sanctuary!

- (minister grunts)
- (electricity crackles)

How the hell did we attack

a senator and
a minister in a church?

The system has proven itself

time after time.

And it's proven that we
no longer have the courage

to say no.

What would you like us to do?

Shut it down?

Navigate to Senator Spenser's home.

(tires screeching)

OFFICER:
Gun! Gun!

GABRIEL:
Hurry up, guys. Let's go.

All right.

After 20 weeks,
you've reached the end.

Your training is complete.

DREW: All that stands
between you and your careers

as special agents
is one final test.

GABRIEL:
The pepper spray test.

DREW:
When you're in position,

you will be sprayed
with pepper spray,

at which point you will mount
a counterattack

on the punch bags

and fend off an assailant

who tries to wrestle you
for your gun.

GABRIEL: What is the purpose
of this test, you might ask?

We could be stabbed or shot,

but we always stay in the fight.

We never give up,
we always carry on.

So... who wants to go first?

I'll go.

DREW:
All right. You're up.

A word of advice,
don't rub your eyes.

(grunts)

(coughing)

(grunting)

(yells)

GABRIEL:
End exercise.

Good job, Poet.

TRAINEE:
Good job, Poet.

You all right?

All right, who wants to go next?

One question, sir.

Go on.

Why is this the final test?

If it were part of regular
combat training, I'd understand.

I mean, I'd still hate it,
but I'd understand it.

Except it's not part
of combat training.

You have a theory
you want to share, trainee?

Yes, sir. I do.

The real test is our
willingness to submit, right?

To submit to an order
that goes against

our every natural instinct.

Are you refusing
to take the test?

I'll submit.

I will absolutely submit,
if you admit

that this is just
a test of submission.

I acknowledge your
interpretation of this test.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

TAYO: We've been cleared
to trial AI.

We'd like to use
your case as a test.

And we know Hour's
database on its own

didn't produce any leads.

POET:
It's an encyclopedia.

It would take me
a lifetime to read.

TAYO: AI can process
that information in hours.

What have we got to lose, Poet?

♪ ♪

TAYO: Poet, the suspect has been
cleared by multiple agents.

However, the system
evaluates a high probability

he is connected to
at least 16 of the murders.

HOUR: Why does Poet have
to be the guinea pig?

She's never been scared
of going first.

(sighs)

(knocks)

May I speak with you?

Uh...

(chuckles) Yeah. Come on in.

You seem to know why I'm here.

You are the seventh person

to talk to me about
those freeway murders.

I only have records of five.

No, three times by the police.

Twice by the Bureau?

No, three times.

One Agent, as soon as
he saw the wheelchair,

he apologized.

Didn't even come inside.

Well, hopefully I won't take up
too much of your time.

May I?

Yeah, go ahead.

I don't know
what more I can say.

Well, you've driven
all through the country.

I'm just wondering
if you've heard anything

or... seen anything.

No.

First I heard of those women
was from the cops.

They showed me some photographs.

You know, I've never even
seen those cases on the news.

These souvenirs?

From my travels.

Places you've passed through?

Not all of them, no.

What does it depend on?

What does what depend on?

Whether you buy
something or not?

Whether there's
something I like.

Something you want to remember?

May I?

Do you mind?

I do.

They valuable?

To me they are.

Can you show me your truck?

Yeah, sure.

Did you modify this yourself?

I did.

Get in, I'll show you.

TAYO:
You're baiting him, Poet.

You do not need
to get in the truck.

We have enough.
I'm sending in backup.

Isn't this sweet?

Huh?

(grunts)
See,

when I'm in here,

all those other cars,

they're like toys to me.

How high are we?

60 inches off the road.

Some of the victims,
their bodies were staged.

Some were concealed
in shallow graves, but...

some were tossed from a height,

like trash thrown out a window.

I always thought
it was contempt.

I... never considered
it might be out of necessity.

Yeah, I don't know
anything about that.

You ever sleep
with any prostitutes

while you're on the road?

Must be nice to have company.

(scoffs)

I could say the same for you.

Always on the road.

Look, check this out.

Before and after.

Step by step
how I built this thing.

Did they notice
the wheelchair and feel safe?

Was there pity in their eyes?

You got nothing on me.

That might have been true once,
but not anymore.

What are we gonna find
when forensics comes in here?

- Hmm?
- (whirring)

You used to be really careful,

but... now you're sloppy.

You've gotten away
with it too many times.

(grunts, coughs)

(grunting)

Fuck.

(both straining)

(straining continues)

TAYO:
Poet. Poet.

Close your eyes.

(giggles) They all close
their eyes at the end.

(electricity charging)

Ow!
(grunts)

(panting)

(Row groaning)

(sirens wailing)

(panting)

It saved her.

It sent her into danger.

And it will learn
from its mistakes.

But it won't pay for them.

You're not convinced?

No, I'm not.

Okay.

But you will be.

The real test of this system

isn't about how it goes
up against poor people,

it's about how it goes up
against corporations.

White collar prosecutions
are down

30% in the last ten years,

50% in the last 20 years.

The Bureau doesn't have
the resources to go after them.

TAYO:
Most people believe that

there's a justice system
for them

and a justice system
for corporate America,

and for the most part
they'd be right.

But with this system...

And the system is the answer.

It doesn't care how expensive
your legal team is.

It's one thing,

arresting some hillbilly
trucker with a crowbar.

Yeah, you would be right.
Absolutely right.

And that's why I want
to go after Wall Street.

- SHANNON: Wall Street?
- Yes, sir.

This last financial crisis,
how many people went to jail?

One.

(scoffs) Just one guy.

And some trader
from Credit Suisse.

$30 trillion of
global wealth wiped out,

and just one conviction.

These are very powerful,
well-connected people.

We're using a very powerful,
well-connected computer.

The banks fight back.

Not with wrenches and crowbars,
but make no mistake,

they'll come after the Bureau
in all sorts of ways,

some of which we haven't
even imagined.

Well, we survived white militia.

We can't be scared
of white collar.

Do you have
a specific case in mind?

I do. I do, sir.

One bank, Tayo.

The worst offender.

As a trial.

As a test. That's all.

Thank you, sir.

(indistinct chatter)

TAYO: I used to have a
view just like this, you know?

I mean, you guys haven't
updated your decor

since Gordon Gekko was
running things around here, huh?

(chuckles)

MAN: You, uh, arrived
without an appointment.

Yeah, well, when
you're the Bureau,

you don't have to make
appointments for arrests.

I'm surprised
your three colleagues

haven't explained
that the Bureau

has exhaustedly investigated
these charges and found nothing.

No, they explained that.

WOMAN:
You're not even

with the financial crime
division of the Bureau.

You would be correct.

WOMAN: If you're
not a financial expert,

do you even
understand these charges?

TAYO: Oh, you guys,
you guys really love

your jargon, don't you?

What is it, contango?
Uh, backwardation? Convexity?

Maybe we should be
talking with this agent,

who better
understands what we're

discussing here today.

Well, how's this,
in layman's terms?

Your bank has made
over $73 billion

in bets on future markets
which have all gone bad.

But you concealed these losses

while collecting investments,

which you can only do if you
appear to be successful, right?

So you all play your part.

You pay out your bonuses,
you fly in your private jets,

but the reality
is that these losses

far exceed
the market capitalization

of this once
venerable institution.

When ordinary people look
at your balance sheet,

they see value.

AI sees no value at all.

How'd I do? Is that...
(chuckles)

Am I... Am I off
the mark by much?

(phones vibrating, chiming)

That would be our evidence.

Ladies and gentlemen,
boys and girls,

I have just been informed
that the corporate helicopter

is requesting permission
to take off from the roof.

Now, I don't know
if that's a coincidence,

I... Or maybe,

whether you're wearing ski masks

or suits when
you're robbing a bank,

you got to find a way to get
a quick escape, huh?

Am I right?

Amos.

First the banks, what next?

Corrupt politicians.

AMOS:
Who?

TAYO:
All of them.

Tayo, we have no idea
what the system will find.

GABRIEL:
Welcome to Orders Night.

(cheering)

All right, it's time to find out

where in this
beautiful country of ours

you're going to be posted.

When you come onstage,

we want you to tell us where
you'd like to be posted.

And then where you
think you'll be posted.

And finally you will find out

where you have been posted.

As you're aware, these orders
are not up for debate.

(laughter)

All right, it might be
called Orders Night,

but we're not gonna go
in any particular order

because, uh,

that's how wild and wacky
I'm feeling tonight.

- That's right.
- So...

(whooping)

All right, so...

First up... Trainee Lennix.

- (whooping)
- GABRIEL: Lennix.

(indistinct shouting)

Thanks.

Okay.

I, uh... I'd like
to go to Washington, D.C.

TRAINEE:
Of course you would.

I think I am going
to Washington, D.C.

And...

I am going to HQ in D.C.

(overlapping shouting)

GABRIEL: The trainee who
got everything they wanted.

DREW:
Next up, Trainee Poet.

(cheering)

Yeah.

I really don't care
where, um, I'm posted.

(booing)

(laughing):
Well, it's true, I don't.

- (chuckles)
- Um, and...

I have no idea
where that's going to be.

(chuckles)

I'm going to San Diego.

(cheering)

GABRIEL: Up next,
we have Trainee Riviera.

San Diego.

I know a nudist beach there.

(chuckles)
I'll have to check it out.

RIVIERA:
I want to go to Portland, but...

You're not going to San Diego.

...I think I'm going to Dallas.

- That's what it says on the card.
- I'm going to Chicago.

That's not where you're going.

(crowd cheering)

Where am I going?

I don't know,
but it's not San Diego.

You have some top secret
special intel from HQ D.C.?

I didn't want D.C.

I know.

That's my dad's world.

Where did you want?

San Diego.

Next up, Trainee Michaels.

(cheering)

(chuckles)

(chuckles) I would
like to go to Boston.

CROWD:
Ooh...

- (chanting): Vivienne, Vivienne!
- Okay, man.

- (both laugh)
- Vivienne, Vivienne!

TAYO:
Okay, all right, all right.

(chuckles) Um...

but I think that
I'm going to Los Angeles.

And I'm going to...

- TRAINEE: Where you going?
- TRAINEE 2: Let it out! - (chuckles)

(indistinct shouting)

I am going to Billings, Montana.

CROWD:
Oh...!

Billings, Montana?

TRAINEE 3: Gonna get
yourself a motorcycle award?

Billings, Montana?

You're sending me
to Billings, Montana?

- Tayo, listen to me.
- I'm not going to Billings, Montana.

You know why I'm not going?
Because I quit!

Tayo, will you stop packing
your bags for a moment?

Tell me that this wasn't
deliberate, sir.

- It is deliberate.
- Exactly. Exactly!

They want me to toe the line.

Do you think we sent you
to Billings, Montana

as a punishment for
not following orders?

That's exactly
what I think, sir!

We sent you there

because you're no good
at following orders.

At that field office,
you report to no one.

You will be your own boss
from the moment you arrive.

You want the world's
toughest course

in being an investigator?
It's in Montana.

The local police hate you.

The local people
don't trust you.

Look, I-I-I hear you, sir. I do.

But I'm not going
to Billings, Montana.

- You can't go anywhere else.
- Sir...

I met someone.

And even if I agree
with you, she... sh...

she's not gonna move...

to Montana, sir. She...
We can't make that work.

Well, I can't speak to that.

(sighs):
Ah, Tayo.

(sighs)

All I'll say is this.

The way to conquer the center

is to first conquer the edge.

Whatever you decide...

...you'll always be the best
trainee I ever taught.

(door closes)

In the hall, Lennix told me

that he wanted
to come to San Diego.

Maybe he was joking, but, um...

...when he said it, I...

I kind of want him to come, too.

Am I being crazy?

(sighs)

Poet, he's seeing someone else.

Who?

An analyst.

They've been friends
since the beginning,

but when you guys broke up,

she was supportive.

(scoffs)

Supportive.

It just kind of happened,
from what I understand.

Do you know her?

A little.

Well...

what's she like?

Smart. Kind. Pretty-ish.

Should I not have said anything?

No. You know, it's not
like we were married.

Fuck.

(knock on door)

Could I have a word with Poet?

Of course.

- DREW: How you doing?
- (door closes)

Okay. Just still
processing everything.

Well, don't process too much.

You're not going to San Diego.

Where am I going?

We'd like you to return here

to become an undercover agent.

It would involve
an additional training course,

the toughest one we run,

just to prove that
you're cut out for it,

which I believe you are.

Undercover?

Some of the greatest agents
the FBI has ever known

worked undercover.
The best of the best.

And if there's a job
at the Bureau

where one person
can truly make a difference,

this is it.

The price you pay is high.

It involves sacrifices.

I'll do it.

Hey, I'll meet you inside.

(indistinct chatter)

(Poet sighs)

What are you doing here?

Putting together a team.

The system's generating
so many leads,

I-I can't do it all on my own.

Why didn't you tell me
you were coming?

It was last-minute.

Where are you staying?

They put us in a hotel.

I know the kind of hotels
the Bureau puts us in.

(chuckles)

You should stay with me.

You're going through
so much right now.

What are you talking about?

You should stay with me.

It's a two-bedroom condo.

Brand-new.
You'll have your own space.

Plus I haven't even started
unpacking. You can help me.

(both laugh)

Okay.

I'll see you later.

It's for people who live alone.

The apartment watches
after them.

So... if I break my leg,
the ambulance shows up.

If my groceries run out,

the fridge calls the shops.

(chuckles)

If my laundry basket is full,

the dry cleaners show up.

Wow.

I love it.

HOUR:
Yeah, that makes one of us.

You're more than welcome to stay
as long as you'd like.

Thank you.

I wanted to talk to you...

about something

before we go out
and get something to eat.

Shit, I'm actually...

I'm supposed to be having dinner
with Tayo and his team.

Uh, that's fine.
It's... Of course.

- I-I get it.
- What-what did you want to talk about?

Why don't you just
relax, wind down?

I'll show you your room.

Okay.

(car door closes)

POET:
Night.

(car drives away)

(locks door)

(clicking quietly)

(floorboards creak softly)

Babe.

Be right back.

♪ ♪

(water running)

(door opens)

(locks door)

♪ ♪

(man shouts)

Tayo? Tayo?

- Tayo, come out!
- (pounding on door)

- (shouts)
- Open the door, Tayo!

- What's the matter?
- Aah, Viv, run!

(both grunting)

(yells)

(gasping)

MAN:
Yeah!

Yeah!

(screams)

(both grunting)

(gasping, panting)

(Tayo screaming)

(both grunting)

(panting)

(intruder coughing)

(straining)

(intruder gagging)

Who sent you?

(gagging)

Who sent you?

(Tayo groans)

Who?!

(police sirens approaching)

(bagpipes playing
"Amazing Grace")

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

POET:
It is not your fault.

No?

So, whose fault is it?

You didn't code it.

I believed in it, too.

We all believed in
one version or another.

Yeah, but at what price?

So, what now?

You all have done
everything that you can.

I'm up.

You should go home.

Everybody out.

Now!

What are you doing?

I'm shutting it down, Warren.

On whose authority?

My authority.

I had
the authority to turn it on,

I have the authority
to turn it off.

Shutdown requires a consensus.

To even attempt
to shut down on your own

is a crime.

I'm asking you to stop.

(scoffs) I am still
head of the FBI.

Don't you ever forget that.

Unless you act in a way

contrary to your oath
to the Bureau.

The oath.

I took that oath when
you were still in college.

You enter that code,

the system stays on,
but your career is over.

You know what,
you standing here,

telling me that?

Lets me know that
that's already the case.

Here you go.

I-I know this isn't...

the way that it
should be done...

I, uh...

Aw, fuck it. Will you marry me?

(laughs) "Fuck it,
will you marry me?"

(exhales) 20 years
of planning, and that's...

that's the best I can do.
(chuckles)

Yeah.

(chuckling):
I'll marry you.

Are you sure?
You don't want to...

I don't need to think about it.

I thought we missed our chance.

We did. (chuckles)

But we made another one.

(chuckles)
We-we can do all that again.

The asking part.

I... Over a meal and...

the ring in
a glass of champagne.

Mm-hmm. I can act surprised.

I prefer it like this.

NEWSCASTER: The president
has fired the director of the FBI,

Tayo Michaels,
with immediate effect.

For the past few months
he had been seeking

a term extension, which
many sources at the Bureau

felt he was sure to receive.

To find out what changed,
we go to our

White House chief
correspondent officer.

(indistinct chatter)

- (door opens)
- (entry bell jingles)

(Tayo chuckles)

I knew you'd be here.

I am.

How you doing?

I love this place.

Everybody in here minds
their own business.

I'm all over the news,

and nobody in here
gives a damn, so I'm good.

Hmm. Mind if I join you?

Absolutely. Please.

♪ ♪ Her father's name was Victor ♪

♪ ♪ Worked two jobs
to provide for his flock... ♪

I, um...

I've never been fired before.

My whole life.

I've never not had a job either.

So when this happened, I...

didn't know what to do.

So I went out,

got a single-malt
Japanese whiskey

from 2009,

uh, the same year
that I joined the Bureau,

and I brought it here,

and they told me
I could drink it.

Can I try?

(chuckles)

♪ ♪ Filthy rich ♪

♪ ♪ With the wealth you couldn't
get from a dark casino... ♪

You have good taste in liquor

for someone who doesn't drink.

Cheers. (chuckles)

I went by your house.

There's a wall
of journalists there.

Oh, yeah, there is.

Why did you never move out?

I don't know.

Why did you never move on?

(sighs)

No one else was you.

♪ ♪ She had the complexion of... ♪

What do I do now?

What do we do now?

(grunts)

I let you go, you know.

Mm-hmm. You did.

Maybe you had to.

I'll never forgive
myself for that.

♪ ♪ She found Christ
at an altar... ♪

Stay with me?

It won't be the same.

No. It won't be.

It'll be something new.

(sighs)

We'll just be
comparing it to how it was.

I don't know.

You want to find out?

I'd like to try.

♪ ♪ She was born in New Orleans. ♪

(elevator bell dings)

Would you like us to
fetch you the proper attire?

You're Tayo's appointee,
aren't you?

Yes, that's right.

Tayo is not director anymore.

Now, let's see what
this system can really do.