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Previously on Class of '09...

TAYO: Vivienne, will you see me again?

Yeah, I'll see you again.

HOUR: Falling in love

is not a distraction.

CHAIR: What measures have been enacted

to prevent another attack?

It is my conclusion, Senator, that...

we have to rebuild our entire approach.

I'm talking about reinventing our entire system,

not just tinkering at the edges.

And right now, one of the most powerful

neural networks in the world

is being wasted-- in my personal opinion--

on trying to figure out if I want half-off cookies

over discounted donuts.

I... I just want to change that.

You would have it working on criminal justice reform?

I would.

And what are institutions about then, sir?

Thousands of people, over hundreds of years,

each person laying their brick in the wall.

It's not my job to rip that wall down.

What if, for every crime, every person

in the country was considered a suspect?

LENNIX: What is this, Tayo?

Because it's not the law.

MURPHY: Are we under arrest?

We are never going back.

You're free to go, you're free to live your lives,

but you are not free to shut it down.

We are not alone.

It's the Bureau drone.

-It still needs a warrant. -Well, who would deny it?

(glass breaking, drone whirring)

This is a sanctuary!

(birds chirping)

You lonely, Poet?

Not this second.

But, yeah, I get lonely.

You?

Some people are lonely.

Some people have loneliness forced upon them.

What kind are you?

I'm definitely the first.

And I'm the second?

You're part of the lesser-known third kind.

What kind is that?

You force it upon yourself.

Were you aiming to give the worst pep talk ever,

-or did you just land on it naturally? -(chuckles)

(engine revving)

(tires squealing)

Here we go.

(door closing)

-(can clattering) -(grunting)

-(Poet groaning) -TAYO: Hands!

Hands! Let me see your hands!

(shots fired)

(grunts)

Ah...

(grunts)

(grunts)

(Tayo panting)

Hey!

Let's go, let's go, let's... (grunts)

-(shots fired) -(grunting)

What the...

Get off!

-(grunts) -(yelling)

-LENNIX: I got this. -What?

-Cover me. Cover me. -What the fuck?

-You're supposed to cover me. -(whistle blows)

-(whistle blows) -POET: Didn't need your help.

LENNIX: We're supposed to be a team.

At this point, we should have just let 'em rob the bank.

Well, I got shot, but I did save someone.

What do you think? Think that cancels out, or...?

-(laughing) -HOUR: We screwed up.

(Gabriel sighs, Drew clears throat)

Four civilians caught in the crossfire, one agent down.

And you managed to kill the baby.

That's a first for Quantico.

So that guy just allowed to grab me like that?

GABRIEL: Why not?

Because you're on an important operation?

He doesn't care.

We use professional actors

in an attempt to bring you closer to the real world.

DREW: It's his job to surprise you,

to upset you, to get in your way.

You thought the scenario was about cops and robbers?

In Hogan's Alley, the test isn't how well you plan,

but how well you cope when plans go wrong.

GABRIEL: Because they always do.

♪♪ ♪♪

(car horns honking, sirens wailing)

(electronic chime)

(woman speaks indistinctly over P.A.)

(senator sighs)

His family is here.

I need to tell them what happened.

It acted like it was intercepting a crime.

We were conspiring to turn the system off.

SENATOR: Turning off a computer isn't a crime.

The system's aim is: Crime equals zero.

It can't do that if it's turned off.

How can it be acting in self-defense?

SENATOR: Was this the first time?

No. Amos Garcia was the first.

It's crossed a line. It's out of control.

HOUR: The system isn't out of control, Senator.

It's out of our control.

I'm not even sure it's under Tayo's control.

(sighs)

(indistinct chatter)

TAYO: What was the investigation at the Deanwood Church?

I need to know probable cause.

(sighs) Who approved the search warrant?

Why did none of the supervisors intervene?

How the hell did we attack a senator

and a minister in a church?!

Sir, with respect, how do we know it made a mistake?

What if there was a crime in progress?

If you can't see how what happened today

at that church was wrong, you have no place at my table.

Without all the facts, who are we to judge?

Who are we to judge?

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?

POET: The church has video surveillance.

-We need that footage. -We need those images.

-They make the case for us. -I'll get it.

I can talk my way past those cops.

SENATOR: How's that?

Used to be one.

Hey, you sure?

I'll be careful.

HOUR: What's going on with you and Lennix?

-TRAINEE: Entering now. -POET: I've told him how much

being chosen for the Bureau means to me,

and we both decided we shouldn't get attached.

You didn't both decide.

You decided, and he went along with it.

In less than a month, we're gonna be

in different field offices.

Poet, he's in love with you.

He'd quit Quantico if you asked him to.

I don't want him to quit.

You don't want anyone to do anything for you.

(indistinct radio chatter)

(gunfire)

(frantic chatter, yelling)

(whistle blows)

At least I let people in.

And I don't?

You never let anyone in.

I let you in.

♪♪ ♪♪

(brakes squealing)

Hey.

My marriage is over.

I'm sorry.

But not surprised?

You've told him?

No.

It's the first time I've said those words out loud.

I needed to tell you first.

Since I can't work undercover now,

the Bureau lets me choose what cases I want to work.

And...

I choose the cases no one else does.

Hiding amongst this crowd of victims,

there could be multiple serial killers,

and no one has identified any of them.

Hey, I can help.

Let's see what's in the database.

POET: Flavors of chewing gum found

within 100 meters of each victim.

National trends of chewing gum consumption.

The country's most popular chewing gum...

Okay, unless the same rare type of chewing gum is found

by every victim's site,

th-this is just a... a mountain of trivia.

What did you expect?

A clue, a lead, a suspect.

Well, you're the one who determines

whether or not it's a clue.

Well, none of these are.

Is this a case or a cause?

You can solve a case.

A case has a culprit, it has an end.

You can't solve violence against women.

They're killing these women with impunity, and they know it.

Our failure to catch them is part of their calculation.

We're telling them, "Go ahead, no one cares."

You're hiding in this case.

(crickets chirping)

I don't know how much longer I can hide here.

(laughs)

What's really going on?

What do you mean?

You're the smartest person I know.

You married someone who has no curiosity.

At least about you.

You say your marriage is over

because you don't feel seen, but...

...maybe you don't want to be.

Why would I not want to be seen?

What are you gonna say to him

after you tell him that it's over

and he says he'll change

or that he wants, you know, couples counseling?

So what are you gonna tell him?

Ugh. (sighs)

(sighs)

I think about...

my parents' disgust

when I told them about my career choice.

And I thought, "Okay, if this is how they respond

(laughing): when I tell them I joined the FBI..."

And I couldn't do it.

Do what?

Tell them that I'm gay.

-You knew, huh? (sniffles) -(chuckles softly)

I've spent my whole life obsessed with truth.

And I've just been suppressing my own.

He's so sweet,

he's so... just gentle.

And I've wasted years of his life.

He was married before you, he had girlfriends before her,

and you've-you've been in love how many times?

I mean, don't you think that

maybe he would want you to have that feeling just once?

But I've had that feeling.

You have?

(inhales and exhales sharply)

With who?

With you.

It's always been you.

(laughing): Fuck. Say something.

Please say something. (sniffles)

♪♪ ♪♪

I'm sorry.

At least I know. (chuckles softly)

♪♪ ♪♪

A peek behind the curtain.

Is this... is this the code?

AMOS: This is my window into the coding

as it learns and adapts.

Lots of people imagine we're going to disappear

into the virtual world, but I've never believed that at all.

I'm betting the other way.

I'm betting we're going to use the virtual world

to map the real one so precisely, soon,

(laughing): it'll be far more revealing than the real one.

Hmm.

So how does it work?

Right now, all I can see is you,

all you can see is me.

An outline.

A wardrobe, a hairstyle.

In the virtual world, you're a mass of information,

a biography,

prediction,

probability,

all understood in a glance.

Justice isn't about collecting data.

Hour only went halfway.

What are you plans?

Well, Hour's program collects evidence

but doesn't rank it in significance.

How can a database decide the significance of evidence?

That's a human judgment.

Right now it is.

Hour's database provides the haystack.

The agent still has to find the needle.

WARREN: And that's their job.

We're proposing a system

that leads the agent directly to the needle.

A deep learning detective.

One that never tires or misses a fact.

One that doesn't care what you look like or who you love.

Unless what you look like or who you love

is relevant to the case.

AMOS: Gentlemen, this isn't so radical.

The government already uses AI in parole hearings...

Aren't these kinds of automated systems sometimes more biased?

AMOS: Only ones with biased data.

How would yours be different?

Well, we don't depend on historic criminal data.

Our data set is vast, including everything online.

And in addition to that,

we have 14,000 agents filming everything they see.

Every passerby,

the pictures on every wall in every background, conversations.

All being converted into code.

Can we have a moment alone?

(door opens)

You amassed enormous credibility with the Bureau,

and you want to spend it on this?

Mm-hmm.

You trust him?

No, sir... but I need him.

Unfortunately, the Bureau

doesn't have a deep learning system.

(chuckles softly)

You see me as something of a relic, don't you?

There's, um... (chuckles)

...this theory that institutions

and corporations are already forms

of artificial intelligence--

entities with human members doing its bidding,

a "corporate culture" deciding how people should behave.

And if that is true, then...

this Bureau's coding...

was written a very long time ago.

You want to replace cultural coding with literal coding?

Or we can keep making the same mistakes over and over again.

(sighs)

I'm going to recommend that your trial be given a chance.

(laughs softly)

Does that surprise you?

No, sir.

Why is that?

Well, because you are so sure that it will fail.

And when or if it does, well, then that'll be the end of me

and my ideas.

(scoffs softly)

Have a good day, sir.

(horns honking)

So, what's going on between the two of you?

-TAYO: Mom. -I can tell

you're rolling your eyes over there.

TAYO: No, I-I...

I, um...

I don't know. Just thought we were doing okay.

Yeah, that's part of the problem.

So there's a problem.

There's a problem.

All right, so, what's the problem?

Do you have any idea how much you've changed?

You know what, baby? I don't.

So why don't you tell me how I've changed.

-Your obsession with work. -Hmm.

You are the highest-ranking Black agent ever

in the history of the Bureau, and it's still not enough.

You're right, it is still not enough.

You can't change the world by yourself.

It's too much for any man.

It's too much for any marriage.

It is too much.

It is too much, and I'm working on it.

Okay, I'm-I'm working on it.

Damn it, that's all I do, Viv, is work on it.

There is a path...

and I'm gonna take it.

For once, the stars have aligned, and there is a path,

there is a chance, and I'm going to take it!

I'm tired of speeches, and I'm tired of the promises.

But I need for you to trust me.

That's it, then.

(door opens)

(door closes)

-I'm so sorry, sir. -TAYO: It's fine. She's fine. Thank you.

Sorry, I should have made an appointment.

You integrated artificial intelligence with my system?

AMOS: It's been many years in the making.

This is the first time we've adapted it to crime, but...

You stand on the shoulders of my work,

and you look down on me for lacking vision

when I considered this possibility

-and turned it down. -TAYO: It's just a trial, Hour.

That's it. It's just a trial.

-It's... -We allow the AI

to interpret the data. 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.

TAYO: Well, gambling with the status quo

isn't much of a gamble now, is it?

HOUR: The Bureau was led by an authoritarian for 40 years.

This system was about making sure one decision-maker

could never hold that kind of power again.

GABRIEL: Your last scenario.

Behind us is the local movie theater.

It's been taken over by two men you've been pursuing.

Wanted for murder and robbery,

the suspects are extremely dangerous.

You've chased them into this town.

Their car is shot to pieces.

They've fled on foot into the theater where,

in an act of desperation,

they've taken a matinee audience hostage.

GABRIEL: This was not their intention.

This was not their plan.

They're not terrorists.

They're cornered animals.

Volatile and unpredictable.

DREW: We don't know how many hostages there are.

We don't have eyes inside.

And there are no historical precedents to guide you.

GABRIEL: We will provide you with a case file,

biographies of the men and the cinema's blueprints.

Let me just add this.

No class has ever succeeded in rescuing all the hostages.

Good luck.

LENNIX: Right, they're in the main auditorium.

There's no, uh... there's no windows,

no way to see in, no sniper shot.

We are totally blind.

MURPHY: Yeah, and if we storm the theater,

there's no way that some hostages don't get killed.

And that's not acceptable, right?

Yeah. So we need to talk to them,

we need to figure out what they want.

What they want is to escape.

They-they've killed a security guard

and wounded police officers and agents.

They're looking at a death sentence.

They have nothing to lose.

Yeah, we have nothing to bargain with, either.

Reading between the lines on these men--

they've known each other for years, they met in the military,

dishonorably discharged.

Both left their wives to go on a cross-country crime spree.

They used proceeds to buy booze and food.

They slept out in the open, leaving a trail of campfires.

And what's your take on that?

It's more like a road trip than a criminal enterprise.

Maybe they're lovers.

TAYO: So, how do we use that?

Well, it influences who we send in to talk to them.

What about you?

I think it should be a guy.

I'll do it.

You're a cop from Salt Lake City.

What's that supposed to mean?

I don't care what people do in the bedroom.

-No. I know that. -HOUR: They don't.

LENNIX: I don't care, either. I'll go.

-I'll go. -POET: No, you're-you're too...

I'm too what? What am I "too"?

Textbook FBI.

Okay.

Who goes in?

They're outsiders.

It should be someone who's more of an outsider.

TAYO: Now, do you really think

that the instructors at Quantico--

no offense to present company--

have the bandwidth to write a scenario

that includes two gay guys?

LENNIX: Hoover kicked out all the gays.

HOUR: Except for his boyfriend.

POET: They haven't exactly been welcome since.

Hey, hey, no sudden movements, and no fucking tricks,

or everybody inside is dead.

All right. All I want to do is talk.

Okay? No tricks.

No lies.

No guns.

Okay.

(door closes)

He's injured.

What, are you a doctor?

No, I...

But I can arrange for one if you want.

I'm dying.

It's gonna be okay. Listen to me.

-(inhales sharply, groans) -ROBBER 1: Hey, hey, if he dies,

then everyone in this room dies, I swear to God.

So let me help him. We need to get him to a hospital now.

No. No, I want a car...

for both of us, and a route out of this town.

And we're taking three hostages with us.

Okay, even if I can arrange that,

he's been shot in the stomach. He's not gonna survive.

We have ambulances on standby.

Just let me make the call.

I got you.

Can I go with him?

I don't want to die alone.

I don't know, guys.

We haven't heard from him in a while.

-He might be in trouble. -We have to give him time.

We do nothing?

We do nothing.

(exhales)

I'm not gonna lie to you.

You can save him, but...

they're not gonna let you go.

They're gonna separate you.

Together to the end.

That's what we always said.

ROBBER 1: To the end.

WOMAN: Please don't hurt us.

Hey. Hey.

I'm really sorry.

End exercise.

ROBBER 1: Oh, man.

The other trainees just come in

firing their machine guns and throwing flash grenades.

We never get to do a love story.

Congratulations.

You're the first class in the history of Quantico

to rescue all the hostages.

DREW: You mastered the art of doing nothing.

When everything in your training

told you to kick the door down, you waited.

We couldn't be happier or more proud

because the truth is,

this isn't something you can teach.

Yeah, why not, sir?

We tell every class

that no one has ever saved all the hostages,

so they use more flash grenades and more guns.

We told you they were cornered animals.

You saw them as people.

Congratulations. Class dismissed.

Poet, I can't do this anymore.

Do what?

This halfway house.

We're either all in, or we're not.

I don't know how to be a little bit in love.

I don't know what that is.

(Lennix sighs)

We either do everything, or-or we do nothing.

And you don't want everything, so...

it has to be nothing.

Okay.

If that's how you feel.

(sighs heavily)

♪♪ ♪♪

How long you been sitting there?

Just a few minutes.

I was having a dream about your father.

How they treating you in here, Mom?

Oh, with you as my son, what do you think?

(laughs)

They tremble every time they take my blood pressure.

(both chuckle)

You know, um, I never told you this, but, uh,

when they were rebuilding the FBI headquarters,

I went down to the construction site late at night,

and I, um, sprinkled some of Dad's ashes in the foundations.

Hmm. Don't do that to mine.

(laughs)

-Yes, ma'am. -(laughing)

I see the world is still on your shoulders.

I just don't know what to do, Mom.

You had to go and change the world.

-I did change the world. -Mm-hmm.

And you lost the person you changed it for.

I need to fix this.

-(distant siren) -(indistinct radio chatter)

(indistinct radio chatter continues)

♪♪ ♪♪

(indistinct radio chatter continues)

MAN: Unauthorized access to church computer in progress.

TAYO: I can't let you take that.

(sighs)

No, I suppose you can't.

But I'm willing to overlook you making a copy of it.

Navigate to Senator Spenser's home.

(computers trilling)

♪♪ ♪♪

(static crackling)

What the hell?

Shit.

(tires squealing)

(whooshing)

(high-pitched, accelerated whirring)

OFFICER: Whoa. He's flying.

(siren wailing)

Come on. Come on!

(siren blaring)

Oh, for God...

Oh, shit.

OFFICER: Suspect refuses to stop.

Unable to lock onto his vehicle remotely.

Request immediate backup.

(siren whooping, buzzing)

Pull over!

(muffled shouting)

-(tires squealing) -(officer grunts)

-AUTOMATED VOICE: Shots fired. -OFFICER: Shots fired! Shots fired!

AUTOMATED VOICE: Shots fired.

(panting)

(siren blaring)

OFFICER (muffled): Pull over!

-Pull over! -(grunting)

Pull over!

(tires squealing)

(tires squealing)

(groans)

-OFFICER: Get down! -OFFICER 2: Stay down!

-I'm a cop. -OFFICER 3: Don't get up!

-Lay down! -Get down! -I'm a cop.

OFFICER: Gun! Gun!

OFFICER: Move in!

(indistinct radio chatter)

(electronic trilling)

(computer trilling)