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Previously on Class of '09...

TUPIRIK:
Out here, we shake
each other's hands.

Well, I'm not here
to buy a cow, sir.

(gunshot)

NUNEZ:
Was it worth it?

TAYO:
They revealed themselves.

- (tires screeching)
- Aah!

Fuck you!

NUNEZ:
What are they planning
to attack?

TAYO:
Us.

I get to see the expression
on your face

when you hear the news.

There are inexplicable arrests.

You know it, I know it.

No, Senator, I don't know it.

Special Agent Poet,
you've been lied to.

This system is making
connections on its own.

This is an intelligence
nothing like our own.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Suspect is entering
the apartment.

AGENT:
Copy.

Suspect is alone.
No sign of his girlfriend.

Copy.

Moving in.

FBI. Open up.

Open up!

Hands up!

- (grunting)
- Get down!

- Gun! Stay on him!
- (gunshots)

We should stay in the van.

- Get off me.
- Get him, let's go.

(grunting)

- (grunting)
- (straining)

Hold him down.

- (thudding)
- (grunting)

FBI! Stop right there!

AGENT:
Oh, shit. Drew. Drew.

She was supposed to stay
in the van.

Why was she there?

- What the hell was she doing?
- Hang in there.

DREW:
This was my weapon as an agent.

A SIG Sauer p228.

Did you ever fire it, ma'am?

On duty, I mean.

No, I never did.

The Bureau's first
official weapon.

A four-inch barreled
Colt Police revolver.

Issued to the class of 1934
at graduation.

DREW:
Today the primary weapon
we use is the Glock 23.

This one is called
the red handle

because the barrel
has been blocked

and the firing pin removed.

During your training, you will
carry these around the base.

DREW:
We want you to get accustomed
to the weight of them.

The feel of them.
The idea of them.

The idea of them, ma'am?

What it means to take a life.

What it means to risk your life.

GABRIEL:
A special agent
doesn't draw their gun

unless they intend to fire.

If you decide that you
cannot take a life,

you cannot be a special agent.

When you receive your weapon,
I'd like you to tell the class

about your own experiences
with firearms.

(gun thudding)

GABRIEL:
You know your way around a gun.

I spent most of my adult life
in a shooting range, sir.

What's the story of this range?

Chicago Gun Academy, sir.

Ran by a lovely
Vietnamese couple.

The people going there weren't
dreaming of shooting anybody,

they just didn't
want to be shot.

This is the first time
I've ever held a gun.

HOUR'S MOTHER:
When did you apply?

Six months ago.

There wasn't
any point in telling you

if I wasn't going
to be accepted.

You didn't tell us because
you knew we'd say no.

Why tell us now?

The next stage is the polygraph.

So if I hadn't told you...

maybe it would show up
in my answers.

Hour. What are you doing?

MOTHER:
You have a degree from MIT.

They like that about me.

Because nobody else would waste
their education in this way.

This is not a world
you know anything about.

MOTHER:
We take the Metro to work so
we won't be stopped in our car.

FATHER:
We take the car on vacation

so we won't be stopped
at the airports.

I don't want to live that way.

I want to feel part
of something.

And this is what you choose?

They want me, Dad.

But why do you want them?

What will they have you do?

FATHER:
Spy on your own people?

Baba, this isn't
the secret police.

They must have carried out a
background check on our family.

FATHER:
You've brought them
into our lives.

We have nothing to hide.

That doesn't matter.

That has never mattered.

MOTHER:
Are you angry with us?

Is this about... something else?

What might it be about, Mom?

You were... a lonely child.

Perhaps you're lonely still.

Maybe I'll always be lonely.

FATHER:
There are other ways to feel
a part of this country.

MOTHER:
And other ways to feel
different from us.

Was it too much to hope
that you'd be proud of me?

♪ ♪

TESTER:
Would you lift
your arms, please?

- I can do that.
- No, it has to be me.

Will you lay
your hands flat, please?

Could you explain
what you're doing?

Nobody ever asks that.

There's a sensor in the chair
that detects movement.

These are pneumography tubes,

measure your rate
of respiration.

These measure
electrodermal activity.

That's for your blood pressure.

The test will take
approximately two hours.

And if your answers
are unresponsive,

it can take up to four.

You have to limit your answers
to yes or no.

You can stop
the test at any time,

but to do so
would constitute a fail.

And you have the right
to an attorney,

but to call for one would...

Constitute a fail.

Mm.

It's normal to be nervous.

I'm not nervous. I'm curious.

Who interprets the responses?

I do.

How many tests have you done?

Oh, hundreds.

There are 50,000 applicants
to the Bureau each year.

The government must have carried
out millions of these tests.

Over the years.

Do you... collect the data?

We keep 'em on file.

But is it on
a centralized database?

No.

Doesn't it make sense
to cross-reference them

rather than rely on
one person's interpretation?

There was the case
of Wen Ho Lee.

Nuclear scientist at Los Alamos

accused of being a Chinese spy?

I know the case.

He passed the DOE polygraph.

But the FBI reexamined
the same results

and they decided he was lying.

That he had slipped
China secrets

about the miniaturized
W88 warhead.

Maybe if you collated all
the data on a central database,

it wouldn't be so subjective.

Hmm.

You know, some people
want to fail a test.

They deliberately
flunk it in a way

to drop out of the process
without losing face.

If that's you, just say so.

Can we begin?

♪ ♪

(monitor beeping)

(indistinct chatter)

(door opens)

(chair clunking)

Excuse me for not
shaking your hand.

(unlocking handcuffs)

(chains rattle)

Marine once told me...

I'm sorry, this Marine,
is he a friend of yours, or...?

Friend. Close friend.

Patriot.

He said after a man kills
for the first time,

the smell of his skin changes.

Your wife.

Was she the first person
you've killed?

Well, I rescued her
from squalor.

I fixed her teeth, her hair.

Overlooked everything
she had to do to survive.

Yeah, sounds like you
overlooked quite a bit

because you couldn't see
that she hated you.

What about your wife?

Looks like I made
killers of you both.

I think it's safe to say
that we had just cause,

wouldn't you?

- Just cause?
- Mm-hmm.

(chuckling):
Oh.

Just cause.

Ah.

Is that what you
were looking for

out at my ranch?

"Just cause."

Yeah, you've been looking
for that your whole life.

And you got your badge
and your gun.

All you needed was that "just
cause" to get away with it.

"To get away with it," yeah.

(scoffs)

Let's talk about that,
"getting away with it."

Because getting away with it,

I would've just strolled
on your ranch.

And I would've shot you
right between the eyes.

And maybe I should've
because then...

your wife would still be alive.

My partner wouldn't be lying
in a hospital bed.

And my wife wouldn't
have been attacked.

But I didn't.

No, no, no, I didn't.

(chuckles)

You're the highest ranking
FBI agent in Montana.

What you doing
on a routine piece of fieldwork

if not hunting
for folks like me?

Yeah, you've been dreaming
of that day for years.

(chuckles)

Let's...

Let's be very clear
about something.

You may be many things,
but you are no dream of mine.

HOUR:
Have we figured out

where they were driving to

when they were caught?

We can't make sense
of their route.

Is it possible
that they were a diversion?

A diversion from what?

- (gunshots)
- (whistle blows)

GABRIEL: Nice job, Hour.
You're a natural.

Tayo, you're up.

TRAINEE:
Nice job.

Shooter, stand by.

(whistle blows)

- (mechanism whirring)
- (gunfire)

(mechanism whirring)

(whistle blows)

Nice shooting, trainee.

Shooter, stand by.

(whistle blows)

(mechanism whirring)

♪ ♪

(whistle blows)

Why did you freeze, trainee?

Ma'am, I didn't freeze.

You didn't fire.

I didn't consider her
to be a threat.

Why not? She's armed.

POET:
But who is she? She's a woman,

she looks like a professional,

my guess would be
law enforcement.

GABRIEL:
She's not holding a Glock.

Smith & Wesson 640.

Approved
for off-duty police officers.

So you decided
in that split second

she was an off-duty detective?

Well, they also use those guns
for personal protection.

She could be escaping
a violent partner.

The test wasn't
to write her biography.

But don't we have to,

if we're gonna take her life?

♪ ♪

- Hey.
- Hey.

I was proud of you back there.

You were proud?

Oh, I said the wrong word,
didn't I?

No.

Well, whatever the, uh,
the right word is,

that is how I felt.

Isn't it up to you to decide
what the right word is?

You're a hard person
to compliment.

And an easy one to offend?

I didn't say that.

Where'd you learn how to shoot?

My mom.

Tin cans in the backyard.

She believed any woman
who lived alone

should know how to shoot.

- You?
- My dad.

Hunting deer.

♪ ♪

(chuckles)

What am I doing?

I'm supposed to be working,
not going on dates.

He's a distraction.

Falling in love
is not a distraction.

(chuckles)
I'm not in love.

(sighs)

I mean, these next five months
decide the rest of our lives.

Any five months decide
the rest of our lives.

Well, some months are
more important than others.

I had friends
in high school who...

messed around and now they have
all the time in the world,

but they can't change
their lives.

I know these feelings.

It's guilt.

I felt the same way
when I'd fall for someone.

I haven't fallen for him,
I just... I like him.

For me the guilt is...

...because I'm not married.

For you it's work ethic.

Yeah.

My mom never dated anyone.

When my dad... walked out,

she promised me she'd never
bring a boyfriend home.

I never had a father, so she
was gonna make up for that.

But when I got older,
you know, and...

and realized
what this was costing her,

I-I should have said...

"It's fine, you can date.

You don't have to be alone."

Maybe if I had...

It's fine. You can date.

You don't have to be alone.

(knocking)

Can you come with me, please?

Yes, ma'am.

(door closes)

(indistinct chatter)

At this point in the training,

we repeat your polygraph test

and compare your responses.

Only me?

Why would it only be you?

(chuckles) Right.

♪ ♪

TESTER:
Try to relax.

I'd hate to fail you
because you couldn't relax.

Have you ever taken
any illegal narcotics?

Yes.

You listed on your application

the occasions
you smoked marijuana.

Are these still
the only occasions?

Yes.

Were they after sex?

No.

TESTER:
Was your mother ever addicted
to prescription medication?

POET:
Yes.

Have you ever been addicted
to prescription medication?

No.

You concealed anything
during this process

which might negatively influence
your application?

(sharp inhale)

Yes.

Your previous answer was no.

You're changing
your answer to yes?

Yes.

Did you lie before?

No.

This is something new?

Yes.

For the next question,
I'm going to release you

of the obligation
saying yes or no.

What have you concealed?

Have you retaken the polygraph?

Last week.

Oh, yeah? How'd it go?

The same.

You didn't say something to me?

What's to say?

Did you tell them about us?

About us? No.

Did you?

I mean...

they asked me
if I was concealing anything.

They weren't talking about us.

How do you know?
This is against the rules.

What rules?

The agent trainee rules.

You actually read those?

Come on.

This is important.

LENNIX:
This isn't high school.

So you don't think we need
to let Gabriel and Drew know?

It's none of their business.

Everything is their business.

Not us.

Mind if I walk with you?

Oh, of course not.

I wanted to talk
about your polygraph.

Oh, did I fail?

Look, I'm not speaking
as your supervisor right now.

Okay.

Ever since women
were allowed to join,

there have been hookups
and couples.

Some even end up
getting married.

Most don't.

I'm not trying to embarrass you.

I just wanted you to be aware
of the reality of our situation.

Which is...?

If it doesn't work out,

the woman always
comes off worse.

She always takes the hit.

It shouldn't be that way.

But it is.

And I'm not telling you
to do anything differently.

I'm telling you the way it is.

I appreciate that.

I was in an incident
at the beginning of my career,

for which I was blamed.

It was
an agent-on-agent shooting.

- You shot an agent?
- No.

I was the one who was shot.

You said you were blamed?

I was.

One of the reasons they gave

was they said
I was in the wrong place.

And I was in the same place
as the guys.

I'm so sorry.

Ah, I'd be dead if they
weren't such lousy shots.

(Poet chuckles)

Why did you stay in the Bureau?

I couldn't let 'em win.

I was one of the best trainees
my year.

So, when I recovered, I just
came back to the classroom.

'Cause... that's the only place

I was ever allowed to be great.

(sighs)

♪ ♪

(doorbell rings)

- Hey.
- Hey.

Can I come in?

Big house.

Yeah, it's nice
when the girls stay.

Hmm.

How often is that?

Not as often as I'd like.
(sighs)

I'm sorry.

Yeah, so am I.

I leaned on my family
connections to try and see if...

you know, who was an ally.

(sighs)

A lot of people are...

really worried
about this system.

Uh, they think it's too big,
it's too powerful.

A lot of people
will only express

their concerns in private.

Not a lot are willing to help.

No surprise there, right?

No.

Even talking can get
people in trouble.

Some got mad at me
for approaching them

face-to-face, away from cameras.

Is your dad helping?

(sighs)

He knows people
that know people,

including Senator Spenser,
so I'm trying to...

set up a meeting.

But like I said,
people are scared.

Um...

I wanted to say that...

you know, before this
goes too far,

you don't have to be a part
of the investigation

into Tayo's system for my sake.

Poet, stop.

You can do it on your own.
I-I get it.

You...

You always had it in your mind
that I preferred to be alone.

Because you always are.

If not me, okay.

But someone.

Am...

Am I the problem?

Every time something feels good,
you mistrust it.

Like it can't be real.

So you test it and you test it
until it breaks.

And you say to yourself, "You
see? I was right all along."

Is that why we didn't make it?

Maybe everything
in my life seemed too easy.

And you wouldn't be
another one of those things.

But I can tell you now...

loving you has not been easy.

And I've loved you for 20 years.

That is why you should not
be involved in this.

Not this time, Poet.

This time, you're gonna
have to tell me

it doesn't stand a chance.

This time, it's not gonna be me.

(clicking)

♪ ♪

(clicking)

(indistinct chatter)

Could Tupirik have people
infiltrate the Bureau?

Why not?

There are checks.

The polygraph?

I lied on mine.

What'd you lie about?

Only the really
important things.

REPORTER:
At least a dozen manhunts

for additional key members
of Mark Tupirik's militia

- are underway
in multiple states...
- [phone buzzing]

as the Bureau attempts
to figure out the scope

and scale
of his anti-government militia.

Firearms assessment is today.

(phone beeps)

(indistinct radio transmission)

Welcome, sir. You got it?

All right.

- (radio chatter)
- (dog whimpering)

Thanks.

♪ ♪

We go today.

at the people on this screen.

(clears throat)

Oh. (chuckles)

What are you afraid of?

You think you'll be
too easy to read?

By a man like me?

HOUR:
The system is picking up
elevated movements,

pupil dilation,
heart rate increase.

We've got one.

- (indistinct chatter)
- (equipment clattering)

SUPERVISOR:
Next.

(gun clunks)

I've seen this man before.

Doing construction
in the garage.

HOUR:
We think the suspect
may be at Quantico.

On the signal, walk forward
while shooting at the target.

(whistle blows)

(gunfire)

Shooter! Shooter!

Aah!

Hey!

(gunfire)

(gunfire)

(gunfire)

(whimpers)

TRAINEE:
No, please!

(grunting)

TRAINEE:
Get out of there!

We got a shooter!

- (gunfire)
- (shouting)

(grunting)

(gunshot)

(groans)

She's losing so much blood.

You're gonna be all right.

There's an alert at Quantico.

(phone beeping)

(line ringing)

Hey.

I need you to meet me right now.

Where? Here?

I'll take the heat if I'm wrong,

but we need to evacuate
this building.

(indistinct chatter)

(crackling)

AUTOMATED VOICE (over P.A.):
Attention, attention.

Please evacuate
this building immediately.

This is not a drill.

Attention. Attention.

Please evacuate
this building immediately.

This is not a drill.

(alarm keening)

Attention. Attention.

Please evacuate
this building immediately.

This is not a drill.

(rumbling)

Hey!

(rumbling)

(hissing)

WORKER:
That's good.

(coughing)

- (worker speaking indistinctly)
- (crackling)

(coughing)

Hey, freeze!

Easy. Easy.

I just got to go get
my supervisor.

(grunting)

(alarm keening)

Hurry!

(crackling)

Please evacuate
this building immediately.

This is not a drill.

- (rumbling)
- (anxious chatter)

(grunting)

(rumbling)

We have to go!

We have to go now!

(rumbling)

(panting)

(gasps)

(rumbling)

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