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Alexandra Parrish, my
name is Matthew Keyes.

We hear you're looking for a job.

Can I think about it?

This offer expires the second
you step out of the car.

It is my belief,

as it is many others who work for me,

that the FBI treated you terribly,

and then they hung you out to dry.

So, are you ready for what comes next?

Yes.

_

_

- There you go.
- Thank you.

Raina. What's up?

Making sure you're okay.

I'll be better when it's over.

I'll have time

once they're done
with the first meeting.

I'm one building away.

I've left a pass in your name.

Are you still there?

I thought I saw
something, but I'm sure it's fine.

I'll see you in an hour.
It shouldn't take that long.

Okay. Bye.

Monday through Friday,
the Financial District bustles

with businessmen and women
moving at a breakneck pace.

On this Saturday,
the buildings are empty,

but the streets are
full of world leaders

who are gathering under high security

to ask the question

"Should we put an end
to global surveillance?"

President Todd...

Here with his wife,
First Lady Elaine Todd...

Is ready to deliver the keynote address.

Parrish? You're...

I was. A long time ago.

You working the summit for the FBI?

No. Just a civilian.

Well, welcome inside the perimeter.

_

Excuse me.

Hey.

Hey.

Thanks for coming.

It's my only day in the city.

Yeah, I heard.

You made it onto the president's
daily briefing team.

As of last week.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

My team's waiting for
me in Federal Hall, so...

- How is she, Ryan?
- Alex.

You're right.

I-I shouldn't. I'm sorry.

- It isn't...
- It's not?

Did you bring it?

You know, sometimes
I wish we'd said no...

To the mission, to all of this.

There was no mission, Alex.

We were chasing ghosts.

They weren't ghosts, Ryan.
They were just smarter than us.

You gonna give it to me or not?

Looks like she needs you.

The briefing takes 15 minutes.

You'll be here when I get back?

Please clear the checkpoint area.

Please clear the checkpoint area.

- Hi.
- I know we're not supposed to speak,

but I need a favor from you.

Of course you do.

I need you to use the database

to run someone's photo for me.

Alex, I can't just...

I wouldn't ask you if it wasn't
important, Shelby. Please.

Important how?

I just saw a dead man.

Okay, what man, and what makes
you think that he's dead?

'Cause I'm the one who killed him.

_

Director Keyes, I was going
through this Intel report,

and I thought...

Not what you were expecting
when the CIA recruited you, huh?

Probably thought
James Bond, not Mike Judge.

I was in the basement my last job.

How long have you been down here?

Five... years?

_

To whom should I make this... out?

_

_

Welcome home.

Thank you.

_

_

Sorry I'm late. What'd I miss?

Just me complaining,

and you get enough of that at home.

She had to do the agent update today.

- It's fine, really.
- It's not fine.

It's not fine.

You finally speak Shelby!
I'm so proud of you!

Well, I am happy at headquarters. I am.

It's a big deal, and I
lobbied Miranda for it.

But, being asked to write up

what our former classmates
are doing... it's mean.

Okay, I have to ask.

Nimah busted a cartel in Arizona.

Iris got a conviction on
that trafficker in Miami.

Brandon got promoted
to behavioral analysis.

My job? The company Christmas letter.

Even Caleb is having more fun than me.

Berkeley Law? I doubt it.

Maybe if he'd gone to Boulder.

And then Alex,

who was the most famous
FBI agent in decades,

is also stuck behind a
desk at a security firm.

What is wrong with these people?

From "Call of Duty" to carpal tunnel.

What about you?

No, hold on. Let me guess.

You are going undercover at NASCAR.

Or the White House.

Or no... maybe on tour with Beyonc�.

Yes!

I couldn't tell you if I wanted to.

All I know is that it starts tomorrow.

I don't get back until this weekend.

Well, Netflix and I
will take good care of her.

We'll make it work.

I don't want to wait for
a drink. Anyone want one?

- Drown me.
- I'm driving, so...

Okay.

Okay. Where is it?

You were right to go
with the rose-gold band

and the vintage cut.

I just did what you told me to do.

Which is why you have my blessing.

Are you gonna do it tonight?

Shut up! Quiet!

Thank you.

Be right back.

Alexandra Parrish, you
have been chosen to test

for training in the
National Clandestine Service.

You need to leave the bar right now.

You will receive directions shortly.

So, of course,
there's an emergency at work.

One of our clients
might be getting hacked.

They're calling everyone in.

Well, do you have to leave this second?

Yeah.

Hey, I don't know how late I'll be.

Um, I might miss you.

Well, it'll just make
the weekend that much better.

Go save a company.

And you save the world.

Bye.

Mwah.

In 100 feet, stay to the left.

Drive through the gate.

The security guard
will wave you through.

Welcome to The Farm.

This is the CIA's one
and only training facility.

If you're here, that means
you're very good,

but that doesn't mean you'll stay.

Over the next 24 hours,

you'll undergo a battery of tests

to determine who will go
from Agency asset to operative.

Follow us.

Are you kidding me?

This is your undercover assignment...

To spy on me again?

What are you even doing here?

I can't tell you that.

Well, I can't tell you, either.

You said you were going undercover.

I am. I'm...

I'm here for the FBI.

So am I.

_

Summit starting in one minute.

Please clear the checkpoint area.

I ran your photo. It
is not Jeremy Miller.

It belongs to someone named Paulo Silva,

who is very much alive and works
for Embratel in Rio de Janeiro.

Are you sure?

Customs shows he landed at JFK yester...

Hello?

Can you get a signal?

I got nothing.

Everybody, get down now!

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Thank you very much.

Let's move! Let's move!

- What's happening?
- We need to get the

president and the
first lady out of here.

I've been working this for eight months!

You fired her publicly!

- And you... you lied to me,
- You knew we were in a relationship!

Pretending to work at
some... some security

- company,
- You knew I was lying to him!

Yet you couldn't be
bothered knowing this would happen

to tell me when I get
here he's gonna be here, too!

Enough! You don't have time for this.

You have to be back before dawn.

You could've just told us

we were both getting
this assignment, Miranda.

- I had to keep you in the dark.
- Under whose orders?

Mine.

Alex, Miranda had to let you go

so that no one would suspect
you were still FBI

if you got into The Farm.

And what about Ryan? Was he fired, too?

No, Ryan's face wasn't all over
magazines and TV screens.

Look, while I can recruit analysts,

I don't control The Farm.

I put you at Langley in hopes
that you'd get invited,

but it was taking too long,
so I put Ryan on their radar,

hoping he'd get tapped, and he did.

The fact that it was at the same time,

that's just coincidence.

- There's no such thing.
- There's no such thing.

That's what the FBI teaches you,

but at the Agency, we rely on them.

Right place, right
time... That can save your life.

And now, with both of you here,
that just doubles our odds.

Look, the FBI and the CIA

used to be able to
do whatever they wanted

in the name of national security,

but over the years,

laws have been passed... Rightfully...

To keep us from crossing the line.

We believe that
some people in the Agency

decided they're done with these laws.

They want the old ways restored...

No accountability,
no rules, no oversight.

Now, whoever this rogue group is,

they've been growing
within the CIA for years

with their own nefarious agenda,
and we need to stop them.

The recruitment is happening
on The Farm,

and we believe Owen Hall,
who is the head instructor,

is finding the right candidates

and indoctrinating them
while training them

right alongside the other students.

So we need you to get close
to your fellow recruits,

figure out who may be chosen,

and, if you can, get chosen yourself.

The only way for us to know
who's in charge is if you get inside.

Well, won't sending in
two former FBI agents

who are in a romantic relationship

raise some red flags as to
the reasons we're there?

Well, they don't know
you've been romantic.

You just have to maintain
a professional relationship

in the eyes of your fellow
recruits and your instructors.

And if you had a
prior working connection,

that's a good thing.

It's that type of coincidence

that can actually
throw people off a scent.

Look, I know it's the Bureau's job

to police the intelligence community,

but undercover in the CIA,

surrounded by a bunch
of future anarchists?

That's, uh... That's...

That's insane!

I know.

I know... Calling this a challenge

is the understatement of the century,

but everyone in this room
has experienced firsthand

what one rogue agent can accomplish.

Now, can you imagine

what a conspiracy of them could do?

Can we rely on you?

_

Lydia.

Um, hi.

Figured we should get to know each other

since we're the only women here.

Oh, there might be more.

We're not the only recruits
testing today.

Um, I'm Alex...

Alex Parrish.

You're not someone who ever
has to introduce herself.

Why do you even have to go
through this? You're a shoo-in.

Yeah, well, depends on
what "this" entails.

Physical, personality tests,
polygraphs, and a psych eval.

I interview a lot of ex-Company
for my work.

Jeremy Miller... famous author
of the "Skyforce" series

and now living it in real life.

Apparently, my scenarios
were so accurate,

they recruited me to
come up with new ones.

And you are...?

Not a fan of yet
another male action hero

with a long-suffering wife

who prays he makes it
through his next mission.

Well, thank you for reading them.

Hope your research pays off...

'cause it ain't fiction.

That man is staring at me.

Stare right back. Everyone else is.

You got your own admirer.

Not your type?

This is nothing like the Bureau.

I mean, don't get me wrong.

All those people were
in great shape, but this?

It's like a
CrossFit leaderboard in here.

The only time I went to SoulCycle,

I ended up in the E.R.,
hooked to an I.V.

I'm so not gonna do well here.

Are you a good person?

Yes.

Who says no?

Have you ever felt
like no one believes you?

Have you ever committed a crime
for which you weren't caught?

Only in Kansas, Kentucky, and Texas.

Ever damaged government property?

Does peeing in Central Park count?

Have you ever deceived a family member?

Yes.

I'm doing so right now.

Ever looked at pornography?

Have you updated these
questions since Truman?

Have you ever aided
a terrorist in any way?

Okay, you got me.

"What color best describes you?"

How do you even answer a question
like that correctly?

I'm pretty sure it's subjective,
and if it isn't,

then I am really freaking out right now.

All right, just relax, okay?

You're more in control than you let on.

The CIA is gonna see that.

Is it some moth-to-a-flame
thing, or do you know that guy?

I just met him a few times
at the Bureau. That's it.

Surprised to see someone I know.

Well, good to see you again, Ryan Booth.

This is Lydia, um...

I'm sorry. I don't know your last name.

Rumor is, we're not
supposed to have them.

It's Bates.

Nice to meet you.

Pleasure's mine.

Something else we're
not supposed to have.

No, that was in the FBI.

Apparently, in here, we
can do whatever we want.

Noted.

Thankfully.

My name is Owen Hall,

and if you make it into The Farm today,

I will be your lead instructor,

a position I've held
for the last 14 years.

The CIA only recruits those
we believe can help our mission.

As such, I've hand-selected
everyone in this room.

I saw something in each one
of you that makes you valuable.

And before this day is over,

some will prove me right and move in,

and others will be sent home.

The NSA and FBI want to
make sure you have no secrets.

We here at The Farm need
to know you can keep them.

All right, one by one, you'll
be asked the same 20 questions

you were asked earlier
during the polygraph,

only this time, you will tell
a lie instead of the truth.

If you can't tell a lie and get
away with it, we will know.

And you will hear a very unpleasant...

If I hear more than five buzzes...

adios.

Is your father alive?

No.

Did you spend two years in prison?

No.

Do you respond well to authority?

Yes.

Is your name Ryan Booth?

Nope.

Do you have three sisters?

No.

Did you grow up in Hawthorne?

Nope.

Were you in Afghanistan?

No, sir.

Huh. No one's ever gotten
a perfect score before.

Nothing turns me on
more than some mystery.

That right there might be
a too talented Mr. Ripley.

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What are you doing here, Raina?

I'm an interpreter for the summit.

Where is Alex?

I knew she was coming to see you.

She might still be in the area.

Well, let's hope,
for her sake, she's not.

I hope for ours she is.

_

I do.

"We are the Citizen's Liberation Front.

We've taken control
of a five-block radius

in lower Manhattan..."

"And our demand is simple."

"There are individuals around the world

who were unjustly persecuted
for breaches of global security,

and before the day ends,
they have to be pardoned,

or many will die."

"Any attempt to cross our perimeter

will result in the release
of a biological agent

that will devastate the area.

Please await further instructions."

"If you obey, it will be over soon.

We will begin with America."

The United States
does not bow to terrorists,

and neither do I.

Then they will execute your wife.

_

They're speaking Swahili,
but judging from their accents,

none of them are remotely
from that region.

I've never heard of the Citizen's
Liberation Front before. Have you?

No.

These guys are
well-trained and way too organized

for this to be a first run.

Doesn't add up.

What are you going to do?

What I was trained to do... lie.

I'm special advisor to the president.

If you want him to comply
with your demands,

you're gonna need my help
getting him there.

_

Elicitation... the art
of extracting information

from a target without raising
their suspicion.

This is the site of your final test...

Williamsburg's Gold Leaf Bar and Grill.

You'll each be handed a card

with one single item written on it.

This item is a key piece of information

about a fellow recruit.

Your goal is to figure out what it means

and match it to the correct recruit

by writing their name
on the back of the card.

When trying to elicit from a target,

you want to make sure your mark
is relaxed and comfortable.

So drink up.

The booze is on us.

My card just says "Cleveland."

Like, is that a name or the city?

And now we all know what you have.

Elicitation's about
not raising suspicion.

But, you guys, no one's gonna
give up too much on themselves anyway.

But you can't expect
to get info on someone

without giving up information
about yourself.

So how do we win?

Well, by getting well and truly drunk

until somebody slips up.

Let's do it.

Her name was Hannah.

She was smart, beautiful, strong...

Stronger than I'll ever be.

We were talking about
starting a family together.

Mm.

And then... car accident.

One day she was there, and then...

What about you? You ever
lose anyone you love?

Mm. My husband and our two sons.

That's... That's
how you do it, isn't it?

Your B-plus story and your
C-minus conviction.

If you're gonna give me the widow trick,

please give me something I
haven't seen on American telly.

Anyone ever tell you you
have a really thick accent

for an American?

Everyone... Apart from my mum,

who moved us back to London
after I was born.

Excuse me.

Tragic story about your ex-wife.

I wonder what she'd make of it.

Should we call her and ask?

Elicit without being
elicited is the point.

Lying isn't the only strategy.

I'm playing it close to the vest.

Plus, I already have a hunch on my card.

Mm, well, why don't you play it
your way, I'll play it mine,

and I hope to see you on the other side?

Oh! I will be there.

Actually, I got the Edgar
for the first "Skyforce" novel

when I was living hand-to-mouth

as a high-school English teacher.

Jeremy Miller?

Jeremy freakin'
Miller... The millennial Tom Clancy?

Wow. I am a big fan.

Do you know who this guy is?

Do you fancy a chat?

I was getting somewhere with him.

Yeah, on the road to elimination.

That was a total cock-up.

Don't give information about yourself.

You're... helping me? Why?

You have an honest face.

- Thank you.
- No, that's not a good thing.

Till you have a
dishonest heart to go with it,

you're gonna have to learn
how to cut corners.

Now, do you know why
barmen never go home with anyone?

'Cause they've seen everything.

Talk to him.

Wesley is from Mobile,
Robin is cheating on his wife,

and Le�n is uncircumcised,
which I didn't hear from him.

What did you have to
share to get all that?

Nice try.

Look, I'm just doing my due diligence.

Besides, I've already pinned
the card on my donkey.

Cards up so we can talk freely?

Okay.

I don't know any other Andy
except... Warhol and Cohen.

- Guess we can chat.
- Yeah, this isn't mine, either.

Another game?

You gonna actually try this time,

or you really think that letting me win

is gonna get me to give something?

Oh, I'm that transparent, huh?

You and Alex... deeper history
than a shared employer.

Yeah. We brought down
Liam O'Connor together.

But that's not what's in your eyes

every time you hear her name.

She might not be the
card you were holding,

but she's your key piece
of information...

Your weakness.

I was holding back.
This time, you're going down.

So, how does an ex-actuary

take a swing at a job like this?

My mom was an alcoholic.

I never knew what she'd
bring home with her...

A man, a few.

Sometimes she never came home at all.

Living like that made me grow up fast...

Responsible, sober, always
on call, never spoke up,

never went to a house party,
never jumped in a pool,

never even learned to swim.

So I'm here to prove to myself

that I am capable of taking risks.

And I am not afraid.

I don't see any fear in those eyes.

You got this.

Means a lot... coming from
the great Alex Parrish.

Mm.

Why are you here?

After everything
that happened last year...

the world called me a hero,

but I never felt like one.

I missed signs, made mistakes.

Friends died.

My best friend died, actually.

So, while the world might call me great,

all I feel is guilty.

So I'm here... to actually
become the hero

the world already thinks I am.

Hand in your cards.
Let's see who's still standing.

Manus, Garabedian,
Springer, Velez, Ellis, Doyle, Booth,

you all correctly matched your cards

to the proper recruit.

The following people, step forward...

Manus, Heyward, Steiner,

Springer, Garabedian, and Gordon.

A van is waiting in the parking
lot to take you to the airport.

Go.

Why am I out?

You just said I matched my
card to the correct recruit.

Yeah, but another
recruit got information from you

to match their card back to you.

Sorry, Springer. I did
enjoy our little chat.

Call you when I'm done here? Yeah?

The true aim of the
exercise wasn't eliciting information

out of each other, but
who was able to protect

their own information from getting out.

The winners never gave yourselves up.

No one matched a card to you. Very good.

How did you know?

Well, look, when I go out,

I get numbers and I never give mine.

I just figured the same
rules apply here.

You're not done with your final test.

Sober up quickly.

In one hour, you're jumping
out of a plane.

Now it's a party.

What are you doing in here?

Mr. President, I lied.

I told them I can convince you
to communicate their demands.

Well, you're about to
prove very persuasive.

As much as it pains me, I
intend to do exactly that.

No. You can't give in.

Don't do this to protect me.

When you swore to serve this country,

it was an oath we took together.

And if I don't give in,
they kill you, start on me,

then the rest of the world leaders,

sending the world into
chaos without end.

Sir, I thought you and
Vice President Haas

had a firm policy...

America doesn't negotiate
with terrorists.

Don't be naive. We always have.

The world just doesn't know about it.

Time is up.

My aide can assist you

in setting up a pardon for Eric Boyer.

Not to me. To the people.

What?

Your effort won't be forgotten, Ryan.

Thank you.

Good morning.

This is your president speaking.

Moments ago, the G20 Summit
was taken hostage

by an armed militia called
the Citizen's Liberation Front.

We are being held in Federal Plaza,

and I am assured
there will be no casualties

as long as the United
States grants the immediate release

of one Eric Boyer.

If we don't, my wife will be
the first to be executed.

I am ordering a full
presidential pardon of Boyer

to spare the lives of
these brave men and women inside

to put an end to this hostage crisis

before anyone is killed.

Thank you.

God bless America.

This is a C-47B Skytrain aircraft.

We are cruising at an altitude
of 15,000 feet.

You are about to embark on a
high-altitude, low-opening jump.

This is HALO school,

and I will be your jumpmaster
for this course.

It is a test of your courage.

Now, mark 60 seconds on the
watch altimeter we gave you.

When I say "Go," start the
timer and exit the aircraft.

You have approximately 60
seconds to pull your chute

before you reach unsafe altitude,

and I don't have to
tell you what happens

if you don't pull them in time.

Is everyone clear?

- Clear, sir.
- Yes. - Yeah.

Forget the watch. I need new pants.

Do you think Jake Eagle would be scared?

Jake Eagle is fictional.

Do you want to write
about things or live them?

I want to live to write about them.

Yeah?

This is your adventure now.

Don't think about it. Just do it.

I'll go first!

Brave.

Yeah, yeah, it's not my first time.

You just got to close your eyes and go.

Eh?

He'll be right behind me.

Go!

I can't do it.

Now or never, Miller.

I can't!

All right. You're going home.

Who's next? Let's go!

Le�n, you're up.

My harness isn't connecting.

What? Let me see.

You need to tell Owen.

- Go!
- And risk getting cut? No way.

You saw what just happened to Jeremy.

Are you kidding?

There's a big difference
between bravery and suicide.

You're gonna fall
when this chute engages.

You need to go and
tell Owen... Get it fixed.

Go! Tell him!

Bates! Let's go!

Well, I'm glad you made a friend.

I'm just trying to
keep myself away from you.

Yeah, well, it's not working,
'cause Le�n has pieced together

that we're a little bit more
than just colleagues.

I'd be lying if I didn't say
this was a little weird for me,

watching you slip in and out
of your cover so perfectly,

being able to lie so easily.

I mean, it just...

We were in such a good place, Ryan.

Yeah... With you lying to me.

When did Keyes contact you, huh?

February.

Oh, w...

- Six months ago?
- Shh!

Well, if anybody should be
having trust issues, it's me, not you.

I didn't have a choice.

No, I didn't have a choice, either.

You think I want you
seeing this side of me?

You think I want you doubting me again?

Alex, I never want you doubting
how much I love you.

Before you ran off last
night, I was gonna let you know that.

How?

Go!

Lydia, no!

Let her go!

I can't! Her rigging's not latched!

We gotta bring you back in!

Take my hand!

You can do it!

I will not let you go! Take my hand!

I can't! I can't!

Here! Grab my pack!

- Ryan! Aah!
- Come on, Lydia!

Hey. Try not to do that again.

You two still have to go.

Well, you all made it.

Very good.

Alex, come forward.

Maybe he's got a Silver Star handy.

Shut up.

Don't you ever ignore
my instructions again.

You interfered with a fellow recruit.

Had it been an op, you
would've compromised it.

I'm sorry. I saved her life.

No, you didn't.

I've made that jump 57 times.

I'm not a recruit.

I'm a case officer...

And your co-instructor.

I put myself amongst you

to observe you throughout the day.

So there was nothing wrong
with your rigging.

No, it was a test

to see who would try and
play a hero during an op.

I had a feeling it might be you.

And after that little story
you told at the bar,

I was certain.

The FBI might train you to be a hero,

but in the Agency,
the mission comes first.

You don't.

Bit of an extreme example, isn't it?

Or not enough of one.

I've watched operatives
get shot right in front of me,

and if you even blink, you're next.

That said,

everyone standing here
just barely made the final cut.

Welcome to The Farm.

Lydia will show you

where you'll be living
for the next six months.

Your mother wasn't
an alcoholic, was she?

You just read up on me.

Do you think this is the Girl Scouts,

where we're all in it together?

This is the Central Intelligence Agency.

You're not training to be a border guard

or a beat cop or an FBI agent.

You're training to be a case officer.

If you do it right,

you'll be forced to make tough choices

that could save countless
lives every day,

and you'll be doing it on your own.

I believe in
trusting the people around me.

Without them,

last year would've
turned out very differently.

If you ask me, last year
could've been prevented.

The FBI reacts when something happens.

We stop it from ever getting that far.

Think of all the people
who would still be in your life

if you did what I do.

Oh, and, by the way, you had my card.

Andy was my favorite Goonie.

Who are you, and what do you want?

What are you planning?

Answer me!

Jeremy?

How is that
possible? You... You're dead.

You're wrong about a lot of things,

aren't you?

Well, if you think you can stop this,

you're wrong about that, too.

I only wish you hadn't been here.

Now you're gonna have to die, too.

Jeremy!

You almost died today.

And you almost got pulled out with me.

Can we really pull this off?

Six months of lying to each other?

We've done that before.

I hate it.

I hate it, too.

I mean, I can learn how to lie better,

how not to trust the people around me,

but we're in such a good place.

I don't want to have
to lie to you again.

How were you gonna make
sure I never doubted you?

Stop. Oh, my God.

I... I don't want to see it.

Not yet.

When this mission's complete

and when we've gone
through this together,

show me then.

Okay.

And even though we have to lie
to everyone else back there,

we don't have to lie to each other.

Here, in this room,
this'll be the one place

we always tell each other the truth.

I love you.

And I love you.

The Central Intelligence Agency

will teach you how to be someone else...

For all intents and
purposes, a criminal.

Everything you'll learn
is a capital offense

in every country, including this one.

For the next six months, you'll
train in the art of deceit,

learn tradecraft,
and paramilitary skills

to ensure that those of you
who become case officers

have what it takes to survive.

You'll notice you've been
joined by two other groups,

who passed the same tests this week.

And while you didn't get
a chance to meet each other,

you'll soon be well-acquainted.

Every week, we do a class ranking,

affectionately known
as the Murder Board,

so that everyone knows where they stand.

If you're at the bottom
more than once, that's it.

This week...

Good luck.

You'll need it.

Bicol Express...

Vacuum-packed, straight from Malate.

Thought you'd enjoy it.

Ah.

One of these days,
customs is gonna catch you.

Whoever they catch, it won't be me.

Could you grab this for me, Dad?

Yeah.

They put the top two in the
class in the same room.

Since I'm number one,
you mind if I choose a side?

Sure. Go ahead.

You know, I got no intention
of being number one.

Put yourself in first place,
all eyes are on you.

You know, Alex and me... You were right.

But it's history and it's private,

and I don't want to wreck her
chances here on a technicality.

I got it. You can trust me.

So...

what were you in prison for?

Didn't say I trusted you.

Uh...

I hope you don't mind,
but I sleep naked.

Hope you don't mind. I pray.

He's out.

Boyer has been granted his pardon.

You've done well.

"It's time for the next phase."

What are they saying now?

They're counting. We're being separated.

How are you planning
on this working, huh?

There are hundreds of people here.

There's only a dozen of you.

"There are more of us here than that.

You just can't see them."

They're hiding among us, Ryan.

_

What are you doing?

I did what you asked!

At the very least, let my wife
and the other hostages go!

Aah, aah! No! Aah!

Wait! No!

- Elaine! No!
- Stop!

Mr. President, no!

- No! No!
- Aah!

No! No!

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