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Previously on Class of '09...

Tayo, did you self-test?

Yes, sir, I did.

And you passed?

Yes, ma'am.

Well, you haven't passed it here.

I don't care

whether you like each other or not.

These are the people who'll be by your side

when you're under fire.

Now they're watching me.

You should talk to Hour. She's the only one

who ever understood the code.

Why are you here?

We were just hoping that we could talk a bit.

I read that J. Edgar Hoover used to exile

out-of-favor agents to Butte and Billings.

Did you do something wrong, Agent Michaels?

The basement.

Did we stop something?

Or start it?

If you get scared, just raise your hand and I'll stop.

The car and the Bureau grew up together.

The Bureau Of Investigation was founded in 1908.

That same year, Henry Ford began mass production

of the Model T automobile

at the Piquette Avenue Plant in Detroit.

For the first time ordinary American families

could afford their own car.

For the first time

ordinary American criminals could, too.

What would the Bureau have become without the car?

Would it have become anything at all?

AGENT (over P.A.): Track is clear for spin maneuver.

Okay.

Here we go.

You're too high-strung.

Come on, come on.

You've got some fight. I like that.

But to do a J-turn, you've got to lose control.

- Yes! - Yeah!

MAN Entry team comms, priority one.

We've got line of sight on both sides of the building.

He was at Two Bricks Ranch. We've got him surrounded.

He wants to negotiate.

Breach team, moving into position now.

Positions!

Alpha, Bravo Team's in position.

No one fire. Hey!

Heads up, got one walking in.

Breach!

FBI! Keep your hands in the air!

Where is Mark Tupirik?

You got no idea what's coming.

Warning.

Magnetic interference detected.

Warning. Magnetic interference detected.

Warning.

Magnetic interference detected.

Mama!

I want you to meet my family.

Hi, I'm Poet.

I know who you are.

This is Sara.

Hello there.

Why do you look so sad?

I-I'm not sad. I'm happy.

Are you my mom's friend?

She was my best friend.

I need your help.

My help?

You were right.

I was wrong.

- What were you wrong about? - All of it.

They stole your system.

They turned it into something terrible.

I told you this would happen.

I didn't have a choice. It wasn't my call...

You did have a choice. You could've trusted me.

It's not a prediction anymore.

Okay? It's reality. It's happening now.

What is happening?

- Amos Garcia is dead. - Good!

Let him rot.

He stole my fucking system.

You sided with him.

I was there when he was shot.

He gave me something.

Something that I need your help

understanding.

The system has expanded into every part of our lives.

I begged you to help me.

I've never asked you for anything.

And I begged you.

And you turned your back on me.

I know you, Poet.

I know it would've been

too intimate for you if...

if you had sided with me

after I told you that I was in love with you.

Well...

here we are.

Here I am.

Humiliated, alone.

I lost the Bureau, I lost my best friend.

And I can't change any of it, but I can try.

I can try and make this right.

(Vator bell dings)

We call it "Better Tomorrow."

What does a better tomorrow look like to you?

It's a world where nothing bad gets missed.

And no piece of evidence is ever overlooked.

I like the sound of that.

Don't you think it's crazy

that after 20 years, they kick us out

- just as we're getting smart? - Yeah, I do.

All that time we devote to learning.

Now what if all that life experience,

all that wisdom,

was held here?

That's how you see this?

When the Bureau was investigating

the Unabomber case, they introduced

the Z Index computer system.

Do you remember that?

Nobody remembers the Z Index system.

It was one of the first computer systems

the Bureau ever used.

Held all 11 million Unabomber case documents.

- 84 million names. - Hmm.

So agents didn't have to search through stacks of boxes anymore.

The Bureau changed overnight.

This is more than just a filing system.

It's a library of special agents.

It's the best of you.

It's the best of me.

It's the dream.

It's the dream.

I don't understand

why the Bureau would say no.

Adopting this technology would mean entire

investigations don't depend on one agent's

judgment... or their memory.

You could play back any interview.

Reference any case.

Even if you're in the field.

It's a guardrail against bias and error.

Okay.

Why do you think Hour is so fixated

on the Bureau's technology?

I just told you why.

Motivations...

can be complicated.

Where are you going with this?

This isn't the 1960s.

- It's not a judgment. - It certainly looks like one.

It's an insight.

What would Hour's tech say about her?

It would say that she cares deeply

about fairness and justice.

Or that she trusts technology

more than she trusts people.

May-Maybe she

wants to create a fairer world

for others than that world has-has been for her.

That sounds great to me. What does...

what does it matter if that's her motivation?

It's deeply personal.

This isn't just a proposal.

It's, it's...

it's rooted in her identity.

When ideas go that deep,

it's hard to let it go.

If she can't reform the Bureau, she...

she might feel a kind of trauma

that goes deeper than rejection.

It's happened before, Poet.

I know you know the names, I don't need to name them.

You didn't want me to report back on her tech.

You wanted me to manage

her emotions if you shut her down.

She knows

all of the secrets, Poet.

She spent ten years collecting them.

You know what's funny, the Bureau claims

to want different types of people

with different experiences

so long as we all do the same fucking thing.

This institution isn't a blank page, Poet.

I don't get to rewrite it, nor does anyone else.

In 1985, the Bureau pioneered

the Violent Criminal Apprehension Program.

ViCAP started on a system called

the Vax 11/785.

- It was the size of this room. - Agent Nazari,

today's hearing isn't about programs from the past...

The past is at the heart of what we're talking about.

It's about holding on to knowledge,

rather than letting it slip away.

A central repository

of every criminal investigation,

accessible by every agent in every part of the country.

It was a brilliant idea in 1985.

And we betrayed it then.

We can't betray it again.

Every person in this room could name

at least one victim who would still be alive today

if law enforcement had connected the dots.

You can appreciate how our agents

don't want to be spied on?

I can appreciate that, yes.

You-you would make spying a matter of-of what?

Routine? Every conversation?

Well, no, that's, that's an unfair character...

Excuse me, I'm sorry, but we predicted this would create

a recruitment crisis of the kind the Bureau's never seen.

We can't be so scared of technology

treading on our toes that we render it useless.

Today ViCAP holds less than one percent

of all violent crimes.

There should be over five million cases on file.

It has around 90,000.

Your database collects everything,

whether it's important or not.

We don't know what's important until we collect it.

Yeah, okay.

That rationale

worries people.

What you're proposing is an industrial trawler.

We have agents who we train

and-and who we trust...

This is not a database built on mistrust.

It's the accumulated wisdom of the agents

who've served before me and who serve today.

It doesn't replace them or spy on them.

It connects them.

The agent always makes the judgments.

It's smarter than us, faster than us,

fairer than us.

Isn't that your contention, Agent Nazari?

My contention is that it helps us become smarter

and faster and fairer.

I need a drink.

They're shutting us down

at the end of the month.

It's not your fault.

You did extraordinary work.

It wasn't our time.

I'm proud...

Suspect Mark Tupirik is heavily armed

and extremely dangerous.

Copy that. Move on.

Go ahead. You can go.

Move up! Come on!

Where you guys heading?

Just making a delivery.

Pull in, please.

These guys are good.

Where's Tupirik now?

Where's he going?

What's he planning to attack?

We can sit here all day.

Been granted another 24 hours to question him.

Mm, great.

Another 24 hours of him saying nothing.

- What have we got to lose? - No way, sir.

It's D.C. trying to micromanage every field office

- from the center. - Yeah, but the people we're chasing,

they've got better computers than we do.

If HQ rolls that database,

it will replace us.

And then above me, too. I'm telling you.

You open that box,

you'll never be able to close it.

- Hey. - You're a lifesaver, sir.

- Don't say that yet, until you taste it. - Oh.

- Here you go, man. - I'm sure it's great.

- I really appreciate it. - All right, thank you.

- Thank you so much. You have a good day. - All right.

♪ Credit my maker, take a trip to see Jamaica ♪

♪ Marley spirit with the paper back to Zion... ♪

♪ Is permanent, and this I put my pen in it ♪

♪ Got my land and my permit with it... ♪

♪ Greatness in me, you can't me feel less ♪

♪ Less hold, I'm not impressed... ♪

♪ In all states I'm in, I might final form... ♪

Fuck you!

Excuse me.

I'm okay. I'm okay.

Yeah, but I'm not okay.

Tell me about the glass.

Hmm?

Um...

There were threats.

- Okay, when? - There've always been threats

from the moment that we got here.

- Why didn't you say something? - Because I didn't want them

to get in our heads.

Baby, I've had death threats before.

Okay.

Okay.

I never imagined that I'd spend my life with anyone.

And now,

I can't imagine my life without you.

But it's not your job to protect me from the world.

That's my only job.

What's the point of all this if I can't do that?

If the only way that we can feel safe is for me to quit...

you say the word.

And what would you do, hmm?

I don't know.

Look after the kids?

We don't have any kids.

Viv, I swear to God, I swear to God,

if you need me to quit,

then I'll quit.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry, baby.

You knew about the attack!

What attack?

Your friends are dead, my wife is still alive,

and we are going to start this interview again.

The men refuse to use it.

Yeah, well, your men had the chance.

I need to speak to Special Agent Nazari.

- Hi. - Hi.

Look at you. Oh, you look amazing.

- Well, you look amazing. - Hi.

Hi. Oh.

Good to see you again, Poet.

You, too. Um, your house is... amazing.

Forget the house. Mom? Pop?

Yeah. I want you to meet Poet.

- Hi. Can I give you a hug? - Of course.

It's so nice to meet you. Oh, my God.

I can't believe this is the first time you're meeting.

- Nice to meet you as well. - They were supposed to meet at my,

uh, graduation, but they couldn't make it.

But fortunately, they're here at the engagement party.

Mr. and Mrs. Nazari,

your daughter is my favorite person in the world.

Oh. What a nice thing to say.

Poet only ever says nice things.

The photographer needs us.

- Okay. - Thank you.

Mm-hmm.

- Nice to meet you. - You, too.

- I'll find you. - Go, go.

Thank you.

Drew.

Hey.

I didn't know you were coming.

Hour wanted it to be a surprise.

When she invited me, I was kind of surprised.

Um, are you... are you still teaching?

- It's my last year. - Wow. What are the trainees like?

You were our best class.

Come on.

I'm sure you say that to all the students.

No. I'm really, really proud of you two.

You were the highlight of my career.

Hey.

Hey.

- No having fun without me. - Oh.

A toast.

A toast.

Mmm. Hmm.

If you don't mind, Drew,

I'd like to steal her for a dance.

Be my guest.

- May I? - I thought you'd never ask.

♪ You go to my head ♪

♪ And you linger like... ♪

Poet, I know that they sent you to spy on me.

♪ And I find you spinning round in my brain... ♪

How did you guess?

When they suggested I work with you.

I told them "no," but they said

- that they would find someone else. - No.

I'm happy it was you.

I wanted you to see what I created.

I'm proud of it.

I'm proud, too.

What are they so fucking worried about?

- It's offensive. - What are you gonna do

now that they've shut you down?

I'll quit.

It's Tayo.

- This is Hour. - Hey, Hour, it's me.

Hey, I know that it's, uh...

it's been a long time since we last spoke, but, uh...

I need to know everything about your program.

What it does,

how it does it.

What's your name?

My name?

While you think about that, there's a name you do know.

Where is Mark Tupirik?

Tupirik?

- Where is Tupirik? - Yes. Where is he?

I don't know.

Maybe he's under the table?

Shall I look?

Not there.

Here's a notion.

No matter how hard we try,

sometimes because of how hard we try,

in the end,

we always reveal ourselves.

What's he doing?

Nothing.

How long has he been doing it for?

Six hours.

Hey.

We don't have authorization.

- You want to shut this down? - It's not about what I want.

Let me get approval to continue.

We don't have time. This is happening right now.

We're not allowed.

- Allowed? - No, we are not allowed.

What are you trying to do?

I'm not gonna shut down the most powerful investigative tool

ever created in the middle of an investigation

into one of the most dangerous men this country has ever seen.

If they want to pull the plug, they can send in a team.

They did. The team is me.

Then it is about what you want?

Tayo, this is Hour.

A list of possible matches:

a religious cult, a brand of soda,

a construction company...

A construction company.

Mm-hmm. Hmm.

Six, let's move.

Right over there. Collect anything you can find.

- Same over here. - All clear.

Negative. Nothing here.

We've got a lead on Tupirik.

We're tracking a truck owned by that construction company.

FBI! Down on the ground!

Clear to shoot!

Got one down!

Got him!

State Police!

Let's see your hands!

I'm not armed, I'm not armed!

Don't move.

Easy.

Come on.

Hey. - Hey.

- Baby, we got him. - What?

- We fucking got him! - Oh, my God.

- Yeah. - Oh, thank God.

They sent in a plane.

The Bureau's sending a private jet.

They want me to interrogate him.

I mean, why does, why does it have to be you?

Who else could it be?

Mm?

Still driving the Tesla.

It's a classic.

So, who's at home?

What do you mean who?

A partner?

No one. No.

Well, I-I tried, but...

I never felt that...

flutter when they walked in the room, you know?

Yeah, I know.

Plus, sometimes being with the wrong person

is more lonely than being without them.

Your car is talking about us to the police.

There must be a checkpoint nearby.

What's it saying?

Where we've been. Where we're going.

- Who we are. - Who are we?

Two women. No prior criminal record.

Carrying one licensed firearm.

It's not supposed to share information

without reasonable cause.

- They have reasonable cause. - What's that?

You're driving.

State Police

have taken control of this car.

Please remain calm.

State Police have taken control of this car.

Please remain calm.

MAN This is a security checkpoint.

Please remain in your vehicle.

Please place your firearm

in the glove compartment.

Special Agent Poet.

Officer, how can I help you?

May I ask why you're driving?

I like to drive.

You're free to go.

The Bureau couldn't reboot the computers.

They were locked out.

He gave this to me right before he died.

How is this different than what you created?

I created a criminal database.

It collected information and presented it to us.

All of the thinking was done by us.

It was a library.

This system is making connections on its own.

I don't see any commands being issued by agents.

I see new lines of interactions coming out of nowhere.

It doesn't need people?

It needs data about people. But no, it does not need people.

This is an intelligence nothing like our own.

What is it capable of?

Special Agent Poet...

You've been lied to.

The system is acting on its own.

Deciding guilt and innocence. Making predictive arrests.

You must investigate what Tayo really knows.

You want to share?

Oh... Oh, you think you caught me.

I have caught you.

But I'm exactly where I want to be.

Oh, locked up in here? Really?

Mm-hmm. Best seat in the house.

Okay. Why is that?

'Cause I get to see

the expression on your face when you hear the news.

What news?

What news?!

I never imagined...

Never imagined?

You'd still be here.

I didn't either.

Where are the years I missed?

I'm happy you're here.

I'm happy, too.

You must be tired.

Good night, Poet.

Good night.