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Previously on "Quantico"...

You want to tell me why you're
asking so many damn questions?

Can't I just be interested?

- Julian.
- Will.

Nice to meet you, Will.

You think you got burned
on purpose. You want names.

Check out these stress
spikes. They're Leigh's.

We can't end this mission just
because you found this bug.

Owen is recruiting new members from
your class on behalf of a faction.

We're not calling it a faction
anymore, sir. We call it the AIC.

When all the hostages have been freed,

we'll leave Boyer in your custody.

It wasn't supposed to go this far.

Okay. Let's do this.

For those of you just joining us,

we have unconfirmed reports of
shots fired just moments ago

during what is believed to have
been a release of hostages.

The FBI as well as the
White House have no comment,

and that's in line
with the media blackout

they've imposed around the area.

There's plenty of chaos and
uncertainty surrounding today's events,

and as we head into hour four
of this national nightmare,

Americans are left to wonder,
when will we get answers?

Where do you go, Julian?

Since our initial meeting two weeks ago,

we've spent approximately

17 hours and 36 minutes together...

about 5%, give or take.

Most of the time in this bed,

and, um, I can say
with absolute certainty

that I have no idea where you
go when you leave in the morning.

I, William James Olsen,

go to The Semple
Institute in Pentagon City.

That was easy. Your turn.

You're very sexy. You know that?

I know a lot of things,

except for where you go, your last name,

why you squint when
you wear your glasses,

why we only ever meet here.

Do you always ask so many
questions of everyone you date?

Oh, no, I don't I don't date.

Hmm?

Well, word of advice.

Some people like to
reveal themselves slowly.

You should let them.

Can I borrow your phone,
please? Mine's dead again.

I need to check the traffic.
It's just so I can get to work.

Which I will tell you
about next time I see you.

So, the real question you
should be asking yourself is,

when are you gonna see me again?

'Cause that's the question I always
ask myself whenever I leave you.

It's all clear.

So, do you, uh...

do you want to see me again,

or do you need to see me again?

I need to see you again.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Text me an address of
where to meet you later.

We can go out for a change.

All right. Text you an address.

I'll make sure my phone's not dead.

Thanks, Liz.

Buenos dias. Juicer working again?

We got it fixed just for you.

I think you forgot this.

Anyone up this early must
need their fix, right?

That'll be $5.25.

Thank you.

¡Hasta mañana!

He talked to you?

I don't think he recognized me.

And you don't think
he maybe followed you?

He could be on to us. He could be AIC.

He spent time in a cartel prison.

León Velez is dangerous.

I don't think he's gonna
give me a Colombian necktie

between sips of his kale apple ginger.

- You can't go back there.
- I know.

No, you cannot see him again.

Nimah. I know.

You know, I thought that being
a handler would be exciting.

Like being a coach on
the sidelines of the game

controlling the moves of the players.

Instead we're commentators
in a box in the back.

Okay, they're in.

All right. So Alex reported
that Leigh is all about routine.

Every Wednesday, she goes for a run

at 6:00 on the dot
for exactly 30 minutes,

which means they now have
27 minutes in her room

to prove that she is the
one who planted the bug.

You must've worked up quite an appetite
sneaking through Leigh's room.

So, do you want to tell me what's
going on, or shall I tell her?

The hell are we?

- Man.
- What the hell happened?

Don't remember any of it.

Leigh, did you drug us?

No.

I did.

You were drugged 77 minutes ago.

That's 1 hour and 17
minutes of your life

that are unaccounted for.

Although, it looks pretty
obvious how you spent them.

Yeah, in Ryan's dreams.

You took our clothes off?

- Owen, this is just...
- Illegal? Amoral?

Drugging is just one
of the manipulations

enemies will use to compromise you,

to create situations that show
things differently than they are,

which is today's focus.

Some of you may notice a few
of your classmates are missing.

That's because this
particular assignment

works better in smaller groups.

Lydia and Angie have the others,

but I handpicked you.

Consider yourselves lucky.

You made it to the inner circle.

Today you're gonna
learn that an operative

is the writer, director, and stage hand.

You craft the narrative,
you create the illusion,

be it false intelligence,
a faked identification,

or a staged crime scene.

The art of illusion

is about making something
look like something else,

convincingly placing yourself
somewhere you've never been,

or erasing yourself as if
you were never there at all.

All right, that's it. Let's go.

Well, I already know two people

very adept at the art of illusion.

I'm going to raise the curtain
on you two by the end of today,

and that's a promise.

No signs of her.

- See anything anywhere?
- No.

'Cause I'm right here.

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I need a favor. An off the record kind.

Of course.

So, these terrorists have Eric
Boyer, and we don't know why.

We need someone on our side
who is just as good as he is

so we can figure out what
they want to use him for.

Well, as good as Boyer is
gonna be hard to come by,

but there's plenty of agents in Cyber...

Who are crap by comparison.

I need a black hat,

or someone who thinks like one.

Someone who can find a rootkit

without having a whole
department to back them up.

Who'd you have in mind?

Will Olsen.

He works at The Semple Institute,

a think tank based in D.C.

The Israeli intelligence hired
them to advise at the G20.

He's here, in their offices in Midtown.

You want me to bring him here?

No, he's not an agent.
He doesn't work here.

Even if I kissed him
in as a former trainee,

no one would give him access.

Bring him to my apartment
so we can work in privacy.

Thank you for trusting
me with this, Miranda.

Never had a reason not to.

You must have a very
good reason to call,

knowing they could be listening.

I'm on a payphone, believe it or not.

It's still the '80s at the Gold Leaf.

Hey, can you...

can you conference this
number for me, please?

Okay. This is ridiculous, right?

The FBI's got to have a better
way of encrypting our phones.

How did it go on Leigh?

Uh, we struck out.

Either she's a master spy who's
been trained to leave no trace,

or we're just barking up the wrong tree.

Or Owen Hall is listening to
see if you're ripe for the AIC.

If he wants to hide a bug in The Farm,

he would know how to do so.

We still need to run down Leigh first.

You can backstop a record,

but you can't change your biometrics.

You need hard samples...
fingerprints, hair, saliva.

We're on it, and we'll have
it to you by the end of day.

- Keep us posted.
- W-wait.

- We think.
- We know.

We think and know

that there's another
recruit looking into us.

Harry Doyle caught us
coming out of Leigh's room.

Handle it. Whatever it takes.

And get those biometrics on Leigh.

Illusion starts with you.

What worked 30 years
ago still works today.

You'll need gloves so
you don't leave prints.

Shoe covers for your
feet to mask your steps.

And a baseball cap.

Plus a ponytail for women
to not leave hair behind.

And make sure to wear
clothes you don't care about.

Things sometimes get messy.

Hey, Leigh, would you pass
me my phone? It's right there.

- Oh, sure.
- Uh-uh-uh.

No, remember what Owen said. Glove up.

Yeah?

When things go wrong at a location,

you need to make it seem
like nothing happened

and create the illusion
that you were never there.

The CIA sends in case officers
to learn everything about a room

down to the thread
count of the bed sheets.

You're going to my house right now

to case it with that
same eye for detail.

So, what's Owen gonna have us do next,

wash his car, mow his lawn?

After that, we'll stage a
coup in a foreign country.

Life at the CIA.

Leigh, babe, your hair should be up.

Oh. Here you go, love.

Oh, thanks, Harry.

You're everywhere today, aren't you?

Right? You should hope so.

Owen.

Are these pins places you've been or...

do I need to look closer?

Here's where things get messy.

Manipulating a cause and
time of death for a body

is a worst-case scenario,
yet totally essential skill.

It has to look real.

Remember, practice makes perfect.

Almost like you've done this before.

Saw it in a movie.

How'd you like to help me out
on a real off-book assignment?

What's in it for me?

I'm already keeping your secret.

I thought this week's lesson
was illusion, not blackmail.

Well, now you can learn one
of my secrets to make it even.

Tonight, you'll take
part in a live operation

that'll utilize the
skills you've learned.

A journalist for the Post, Al Crawford,

has spent the last two days

holed up in a suite
at the Franklin Club,

a members-only social club in D.C.

The Agency believes
that he's been hiding out

after facilitating a leak of
state secrets to the Russians.

You are being enlisted
to survey Mr. Crawford

and will be going in undercover
as prospective new members.

You'll rub elbows with the D.C. elite...

congressmen, ambassadors,
K Street lawyers,

and a lot of rich old white men.

Once Crawford leaves
his suite to have dinner

in one of the dining
rooms on the premises,

three of you...

Three? Well, how about
me, Alex, and Ryan?

Very well, Doyle.

The three of you case said suite

and give that intel to a clean-up team.

Leigh, León, you run
point surveying Crawford,

and keep Harry, Alex, and
Ryan posted on his moves.

I thought the CIA doesn't
operate on American soil.

The CIA isn't.

Since you're not CIA, not yet anyway.

All right, the Agency's
still waiting confirmation

on Mr. Crawford's activity.

This is real, people.

And since this is real,

say hello to your get
out of jail free pass.

This is an endorsement card.

Should you run afoul of
local law enforcement,

given your illegal activity,

you can use it to have
your slate wiped clean.

However, if any of you do
so, don't bother coming back.

I'll consider that your resignation.

Come on up, get your data packs.

Background on Crawford,
floor plans of the club,

and your very own cover story.

Hey, hey, hey, hey,
hey. Another threesome?

How about it? But this time sober, huh?

Yeah?

This is Shelby. Leave a message.

Hey, it's Will. Can you meet?

I need to see you.
It's about your agents.

I'll text you an address.

So, if what you're saying is true,

then Miranda is guilty
of treason, espionage, conspiracy...

half the statutes in the Patriot Act.

Which is why I have to be sure.

So, you're trusting the word
of Eric Boyer, a criminal,

and you've known Miranda for years.

She's a mentor and a friend.
I'm just stating the facts.

Will.

I want to be wrong about this. I do.

Which is why I need you to tell me

if Miranda is pulling the
wool over all of our eyes

before I hand you over to her.

Will, it's me again.

Call me back.

I just don't get it.

Why would he call, text an
address, and then go silent?

Do you think he's in danger?

Do you think that Alex and Ryan are?

- We need to call them.
- We can't.

If they're compromised,

any attempt at contacting
them will be intercepted

and implicate them and us.

Okay, but why Will? Why
would he be involved?

How did he even know about us?

He was at the CIA black
site for months last year.

Who's to say that the AIC
weren't the ones holding him?

What if Harry Doyle
and Leigh Davis are AIC?

Who knows what they could've done.

Right now, we only know
one thing for certain...

The address that Will sent.

It's the Franklin Club in D.C.

We have to go there.

Are you crazy? This can be a trap.

Look, you can either
come with me and cover me

or stay here, but I'm going.

Comms check.

- Check.
- Check.

- In position.
- In position.

- Check.
- Check.

- Velez, where are you?
- Haven't seen him, sir.

Remember, everyone maintain cover.

Someone could be watching us.

Pretend I'm just a Supreme
Court clerk hitting on you.

- Who do you want to be?
- I can't do this right now.

Between Leigh and Harry,

it's just getting harder to pretend.

I don't know what lie I just told.

I know what you mean.

Maybe that's why this was never
meant to be a two-person mission.

Do you think we'd do better
if it was just one of us here?

Do you?

Uno... dos...

You?

Uh, I'm... I'm sorry. I have to get...

Wait. Uh, I'm sorry.

It's just I'm... I'm
hiding from someone.

Who?

Well, I can't tell you that.

- What are you doing here?
- I'm a member.

Really? So am I.

Or... prospective.

Listen, something tells me seeing
you twice in one day is a sign.

Maybe we can make it three?

Tonight? Bochco's Diner?

Hello?

Hey, I just got Shelby's
voicemail saying to call you.

My phone's been acting up all day.

Well, it's that or the guy I'm
seeing is playing a trick on me.

Is he tall, dark hair, Hispanic?

No, Julian's British,
if that's even his name.

Pale, blue eyes, ears?

- Wait, how'd you know?
- I have to go.

- Thank you for your help.
- Wait, Nimah.

- I think we should...
- Aha, just the people I was looking for.

There's someone I'd like you to meet.
It's a mystery guest. Come with me.

Ladies and gentlemen, let me introduce
you to your handler, Shelby...

Hi.

Sorry about that, love.

You thought that was
Shelby Wyatt, didn't you?

Are you trying to set us up, Harry?

How many times do I have to
tell you we're not FBI anymore?

Ryan, Alex, Harry.
Crawford's on the move.

You're a go.

Case his room.

Well, let's pretend to
be CIA, then, shall we?

It's always a test, isn't it?

Hello, Owen.

I just called 911.

Local police response
time is 13 minutes.

I suppose you can leave
now and avoid surveillance,

but what will you do
with what you left behind?

Well, you've taught us well.

We haven't left any traces of ourselves.

Maybe tonight, but not today.

You all touched a lot
of things at The Farm.

I brought some of it along and
sprinkled them throughout the room.

Ryan's saliva, Harry's prints.

Hell, the room is
under your alias, Alex.

Either clean it up
in the next 12 minutes

or use your endorsement
card and go home.

Bye now.

Freeze!

Turn around!

All right, well, I'm
gonna check out my suite.

See if I've got a king-sized bed,

maybe get a couple Senate
pages up from downstairs

to Netflix and chill with.

Wait, you're leaving?

Your ass is on the line, too.

What the hell is that?

Yep, looks like I haven't
touched anything but these.

I avoided surveillance on the way up.

It's not my room, not my
problem, so I was never here.

- See ya.
- Hey, wait.

We're a team, remember?
You volunteered us for that.

Let him go, Ryan. In
fact, you should go, too.

I can explain away your DNA,
but this is my mess to clean.

The room is under my alias.

You can't lift that body by
yourself. Neither could I.

I can use the endorsement card.

At least that way you'll
still be at The Farm.

Okay, this melodramatic
little martyr thing

might turn you two on, but
it's boring me to tears.

May I go?

If it was you, what would you do?

Well, I could solve
this mess in one move.

Well, I'll tell you if you tell
me everything I want to know.

- Deal.
- Alex.

- We need this.
- Yeah, we do.

You have 10 minutes
and 58 seconds. Spill.

Okay, replace glasses, knives, forks,

sheets, towels with
anything from your room.

Turn the room into someone
else's name. Problem solved.

But who?

- Owen.
- Good.

We can beat him at his own game.

In order to get him a member suite
for the night, we need his credit card,

his driver's license
to put it in the system.

Yeah, well, he keeps his wallet

in his jacket left-hand side
pocket just like you, Booth.

Look, if you admit you're FBI,

I will personally go
and get it for you myself

while you clean up this mess.

Tick, tock, tick.

I'm FBI. She's not.

We'll explain everything
when this is done.

- For now, let's go.
- All right.

Back in a jiffy.

Let's do this.

So, wait a minute.

You're saying you run this
sort of thing every year?

Have an old friend
pretend to be a criminal

and then park a dead body in their suite

to freak out recruits?

Something like that.

Thanks for taking part, man.

Hey, if it introduces me

to my next generation of sources, phew.

It is damn good to see you, man.

You, too.

When Lydia called me,

she said this would be the
most fun I had in a while,

and she was right.

I don't know.

I thought you still blamed me.

Blamed you for what?

I get why you might've.

You got put out to
pasture before your time,

and I know what that's like.

And if I had known
that writing your name

meant that you were gonna be exposed...

Don't you want to check that?

Oh.

Probably just my wife wondering
when I'm gonna be home.

I don't know, could be an anonymous tip.

Speaking of your wife,

do you think she'd like a copy of that?

You're kidding me.

You faked this.

Why?

Even if she believed it was faked,

I have seven people here who
I.D.'d you leaving that suite,

and one NDA signed by you

agreeing not to divulge
what I asked you to do here,

nor who was a part of it.

What do you want?

I want those names.

Thank you, Lydia. Got
exactly what I needed.

- Oh!
- I am so sorry.

It's room 11 on the fifth floor.

Right this way.

Damn it.

This your suite, sir?

Number 11?

Mm, no. My suite's just down the hall.

Aren't you Henry Gould?

Yeah. So?

This is your suite.

Uh... well, yeah, no.

I'm a guest here, but
no, this isn't my suite.

Look.

I think they're gonna want
to have a chat with you.

Thank you for your help.

It's always a test, isn't it?

Not my problem.

We're a team, remember?
You volunteered us for that.

Excuse me, Ellen. Hi.

There's a small business matter
only you can help me with.

Of course.

I left my key and my wallet in my room.

Hi. I'm Henry Gould.
I'm staying in suite 11.

Can I get another key?

You'll have to tell
me more than your name.

Last four digits of the card on file.

Yeah. It's...

4005.

Oh, damn it.

I think Miranda's innocent.

Why?

Boyer sent the message through
a Tor server on the darknet.

Very private, invite only,
Silk Road kind of stuff.

And you weren't the only one
he communicated with that way.

"You want my help? Meet my price.

"Morning of, I'll be standing by.

"This is going to change the world."

Wait. He was working
with the terrorists?

Up to a point.

His last correspondence
reneging on the deal.

Told them that he'd had second thoughts

and they'd have to find someone else.

His message to you

must've been a last-ditch
attempt to cover his tracks,

shifting the blame

so no one would ever know
he'd associated with them.

I think you should take me to Miranda.

On your knees, Parrish.

Now.

So the charade's over, huh?

You're speaking English.

Drop it!

Just do it already.

What's going on?

That was close, but
at least Harry's off the farm.

Alex and Ryan were careless.

Harry Doyle nearly exposed them and us

and almost blew the entire mission.

What are we going to tell Miranda?

Nothing. We're fine.

I know you are.

Is there something
you want to say, Nimah?

I saw you at the club with Zorro.

You enjoyed it, being
so close to danger.

You practically said so this morning.

Said what?

That you wanted more than
a job on the sideline.

You wanted in. So you put yourself in.

In any agent's career,

you get two or three big
moments if you're lucky.

We've been doing this for only one year,

and we already got Grand Central,

Quantico, O'Connor.

We cannot put ourselves in danger

just to feel that excitement again.

We have to stay in the box from now on.

What exactly did León say to you?

He just flirted. That's all.

And you?

I did what I had to do in the moment.

Good night, Shelby.

All right, Alex, tell me.

Three of you went into that room.

Two of you came back here.

And one of you was last seen
being escorted away by the police.

I want to know how you pulled it off.

You know what they say
about a good magician.

Fair enough.

Not how you did it.

How did it feel?

Crossing that line,
framing an innocent man.

I don't feel guilty about it
if that's what you're asking.

Hmm.

I'll admit,

when I heard about you and
Ryan Booth being in my class,

I was nervous having two former feds,

'cause in the past,

once someone crosses over,
they usually don't excel here.

It's hard enough to break patterns,
then you add amorality on top of it,

it's usually too much
for years of fidelity,

bravery, and integrity to overcome.

But you and Booth today...

Why am I here and not him?

Because I see something in
you I don't yet see in him.

Nice.

Where'd you learn this tactic?

Istanbul? Myanmar? Beijing maybe?

Somewhere else on that map?

I told you not to
believe anything you see.

That is my own illusion.

I've never been anywhere on that map.

But my daughter has.

14 years ago,

a reporter released my
name as an operative.

Now, he didn't know I was
active, was told I'd been retired,

and as soon as that article came out,

I most certainly was.

Once everyone knows who you are, you
can no longer step foot on foreign soil.

All the lies I told,

places I infiltrated,
the people I burned,

they're all out there
lying in wait for me.

So, I can't risk leaving the country.

How do you deal with that?

I'm still dealing with it.

But... that's a lesson for another day.

If you're interested
in learning from me.

I'm interested.

Chicken Kiev.

Chick... Chicken Kiev. My...

my kids love it when I make
Chicken Kiev.

I do mine from scratch. I
mean, I don't have chickens.

I have a butcher friend. Who
doesn't in L.A. these days?

Uh, the trick is to use
warm butter, not cold.

Chicken doesn't absorb it as well.

You okay?

You're really going
on about Chicken Kiev.

I miss my kids.

I miss my life.

I mean, I even miss
my husband sometimes.

I mean, at home,

I had the energy to run a business,

mother my children,
have sex, and work out.

I actually did those things.

No need to brag about it.

Sorry, sorry.

I just...

I don't have any friends here.

No one to talk to.

No one really talks
here, and I'm a talker.

I make lists, and I
tell people what to do.

But here, other people have the lists,

and they tell me what to do and I do it.

You're a good listener.

I'm taking advantage of that.

Oh, I'm... I'm not
really a scotch drinker.

I like a nice IPA.

Well, real spies ask for the hard stuff.

Scotch, single malt,
no less than 12 years.

There's a lot of things
that we'll have to do

that we're not used to doing.

Might as well start now.

This isn't scotch.

It's apple juice.

Well, you don't have to drink it.

You just have to present
the illusion that you are.

You're gonna be okay, Leigh.

Just go call your kids, say
good night, and make a list.

I'll pick up some groceries tomorrow,

and you can make all of us
your famous Chicken Kiev.

Thanks, Ryan.

Anytime.

Huh.

Nicely done.

What are you doing here?

Well, Owen said no one gets thrown out

unless they use their
endorsement card, right?

Well, I didn't use my endorsement card.

I used something else.

And we're talking, aren't we?

Right now.

First off, well done.

Yeah. You got me.

Except you didn't 'cause I'm still here.

Now, secondly, there is a
term that Americans love to use

when it comes to the
sharing of information.

What is that?

How'd you get out without
an endorsement card?

The police took you away. We saw that.

Or are you CIA like Lydia?

No, but seriously, what is that term?

Because it is right here
on the tip of my tongue.

- You MI6?
- Transparency.

Transparency. That's what
it is. It's so American.

It's like "above board"
and "jean jacket."

And yes, Ryan, I'm with MI6.

Wow. Took you long enough.

- Does anybody else know?
- Uh, yeah. Only everybody.

Owen, Lydia, the
instructors, all of the CIA.

Basically everyone apart from
you two and the other recruits.

But I don't understand. So
you're an undercover agent?

No, that's you. Do
you mind if I eat these?

Everyone knows I'm there
because it's above board.

It's above board. There
you go. I just got that.

Anyway, I'm part of a pilot program

where one of me comes
and trains with the CIA,

one of them goes and trains in London.

It's kind of like a foreign
exchange, if you will.

You're an agent?

Yeah, I'm in the Foreign Office, Ryan,

in Her Majesty's
service, Officer Rank Two.

And before you ask, yes, I can prove it.

But I'm not going to just yet
because I've shown you mine,

and I think it's time
that you show me yours.

Hmm?

I'm pretty sure there isn't a pilot
program for the CIA and the FBI.

So, what's what?

Now look, I swear to God you better
come clean, 'cause if you don't,

I will use all the resources of the
U.K. and America to find out for myself.

We're CIA recruits, Harry.

We were handpicked and
recruited just like...

Shut up. Okay? Just
shut up. It's enough now.

I know Shelby Wyatt and, as of
today, Nimah Amin are active agents,

and you two are clearly
working with them.

Right?

No? No response? Poker face? Okay.

Well, my next appointment
call is Owen. Thank you.

All right, stop. Wait. Wait.

We're CIA.

And we're FBI.

And we can explain more, but we do need
to speak to our supervisors about it.

I'm pretty sure as MI6,
you understand that.

So, please don't speak to anyone...

not Owen, not the other recruits,
and especially not Leigh.

We think she might be
working for someone.

She may have bugged Alex's room.

We found this the other night.

That.

No, no. That was me.

Sorry, I was trying to
figure out who you were.

Did you find the other one
I put in your room, as well?

No? That's a shame.

Get your phones, call your supervisors,

and verify my story.

Because I swear to God no
one is going back to The Farm

until we have complete transparency.

Cheers.

Hey! How was your day? What did you see?

Hi, Mommy. Where are you?

I'm visiting Grandma for a while.

I told you.

Where's Grandma? Can I say hi?

She's...

she's not here right now.

She says hi, though.

Thank you for your help today.

The work you did was very impressive.

You've clearly staged photos
before, but I already knew that.

As promised, no one else will know now.

Yeah, thanks, Owen.

Pleasure working with you.

Didn't think you were coming.

Oh, I wasn't till
about three minutes ago.

Listen, I don't usually do this.

Wait in diners for women I don't know.

I don't care what you usually do.

I'm just glad you're doing it now.

Do you want to stay
here or go somewhere?

I don't even know your name.

Is that gonna be a problem?

No.

That's perfect.

I thought we said no calls. Texts only.

You didn't have to send Shelby Wyatt.

You could've contacted me yourself.

It's not what you think.

Yes, it is.

I know what you're doing, and I
understand why you're doing it.

You don't have to turn me. I'm in.

Oh, I convinced Shelby
you're innocent, by the way.

You're welcome. Now
what do I need to do?

Aah!

Alex?

Lydia? How the hell did you get out?

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