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- Previously on Class of '09...
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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.

You integrated artificial

- intelligence with my system?
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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.

Hiding amongst this crowd of victims,

there could be multiple serial killers,

and no one has identified any of them.

Hey. I can help.

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The arrests are becoming predictive.

To better prevent crime, it arrests
people likely to commit a crime.

This is a sanctuary!

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.

Gun! Gun!

Hurry up, guys. Let's go.

All right.

After 20 weeks, you've reached the end.

Your training is complete.

All that stands
between you and your careers

as special agents is one final test.

The pepper spray test.

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.

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.

All right. You're up.

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

End exercise.

Good job, Poet.

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.

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

And we know Hour's database on its own

didn't produce any leads.

It's an encyclopedia.

It would take me a lifetime to read.

AI can process
that information in hours.

What have we got to lose, Poet?

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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.

Why does Poet have to be the guinea pig?

She's never been scared of going first.

May I speak with you?

Uh...

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.

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?

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.

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?

You used to be really careful,

but... now you're sloppy.

You've gotten away
with it too many times.

Fuck.

Poet. Poet.

Close your eyes.

They all close their eyes at the end.

Ow!

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.

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.

- Wall Street?
- Yes, sir.

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

One.

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.

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?

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.

You're not even

with the financial crime
division of the Bureau.

You would be correct.

If you're not a financial expert,

do you even understand these charges?

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...

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

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.

Who?

All of them.

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

Welcome to Orders Night.

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.

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...

All right, so...

First up... Trainee Lennix.

Lennix.

Thanks.

Okay.

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

Of course you would.

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

And...

I am going to HQ in D.C.

The trainee who
got everything they wanted.

Next up, Trainee Poet.

Yeah.

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

Well, it's true, I don't.

Um, and...

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

I'm going to San Diego.

Up next, we have Trainee Riviera.

San Diego.

I know a nudist beach there.

I'll have to check it out.

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.

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.

I would like to go to Boston.

Ooh...

- Vivienne, Vivienne!
- Okay, man.

Vivienne, Vivienne!

Okay, all right, all right.

Um...

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

And I'm going to...

- Where you going?
- Let it out!

I am going to Billings, Montana.

Oh...!

Billings, Montana?

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.

Ah, Tayo.

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.

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?

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.

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.

Could I have a word with Poet?

Of course.

How you doing?

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.

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Hey, I'll meet you inside.

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.

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.

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.

If my laundry basket is full,

the dry cleaners show up.

Wow.

I love it.

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.

Night.

Babe.

Be right back.

Tayo? Tayo?

Tayo, come out!

Open the door, Tayo!

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

Yeah!

Yeah!

Who sent you?

Who sent you?

Who?!

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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.

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.

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I-I know this isn't...

the way that it should be done...

I, uh...

Aw, fuck it. Will you marry me?

"Fuck it, will you marry me?"

20 years of planning, and that's...

that's the best I can do.

Yeah.

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.

But we made another one.

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.

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.

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.

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?

You have good taste in liquor
for someone who doesn't drink.

Cheers.

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?

No one else was you.

What do I do now?

What do we do now?

I let you go, you know.

Mm-hmm. You did.

Maybe you had to.

I'll never forgive myself for that.

Stay with me?

It won't be the same.

No. It won't be.

It'll be something new.

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

I don't know.

You want to find out?

I'd like to try.

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.

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